It was a wonderful day on empty links. Rich II, John, and myself braved the atmospheric floods to get out and tempt the golf gods.
We managed the front nine dry, but spent the tenth through the 17th with a persistent light rain. Rain gear was out and on, umbrellas were raised, and my Goretex hat was busy keeping my head warm and dry.
This part of California glows in green this time of the year with enough rain. Couple that with like minded golfers and a course that, except for our group, contained only one other golfer. I think of this kind of round to be magical. It repeats my first exposure to golf when I was young and out with my dad and grandpa during a vacation. Mowed fairways leading to tucked greens with no waiting between shots, it will never be better than this.
And, and, I hit the ball more consistently than I ever have. I enjoyed the ability to move the ball around the course and play golf with so few errors that it transformed the game from one of hope to one of strategy.
I didn't hit every shot perfectly, but with the exception of maybe five shots, I would seek no "do overs."
We started dry, ended dry and then went off to a cheap lunch at the local big box store; some pizza, diet cola and then home for a much deserved nap!
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