Brand new state, gonna treat you great!
Gonna give you barley, carrots and potayters,
Pasture fer the cattle, Spinach and tomayters!

What can I say, I’ve always enjoyed that musical.

Well I added another state to my list. Sort of. I only finished 15 holes before the sun was replaced by the bugs. However, since that’s enough to post a round, I guess I can count it, too. It’s the first time I’ve had to “par plus” out a round in order to get a postable score. It’s fun to always be experiencing new firsts. So to add one to the list at Eat Golf: the good thing about golf is there will always be another first. Whether it’s first ace, first one night stand with a caddie or cart girl, or first ricochet off the tree and into the cart bag, there’s always something new to experience in golf. But back to where the waving wheat can sure smell sweet…

The folks at the hotel gave me directions to a city course that was recommended to me. It was so cute — I asked how long the drive would take and the woman said “Oh, if you leave right now it’ll be about 10 minutes, but if you wait much longer, traffic will start piling up and it’ll be closer to 15 minutes!” I think she took the stunned look on my face as agreement that 15 minutes would be a horror, because she nodded at me as if to say “I know.” I thanked her and headed up to my room to change, taking the big risk of the 5 minute traffic delay.

I played the North course at Lake Hefner in Oklahoma City. The lake is a lot bigger than I imagined, and the course really is right by it, which offers some nice views. I paired up with a guy who gave me the opportunity to be the patient one in the twosome. He was a shipbuilder from Memphis in town working on a project with a friend. He was trying to play as much golf as possible to improve his game for when he played with his girlfriend the next time, who has been mopping up the courses with him. Or should that be mowing? He had only been playing for about 9 months, but he was already tired of embarrassing himself. I remember when I was a fresh, wide-eyed beginner like that … about four months ago. It’s a funny cycle, though: the further I get from being a beginner, the fewer embarrassing moments I have, but the more embarrassing those moments are since I’m further from being a beginner. In fact, I no longer even feel compelled to mention how long I’ve been golfing. When I hack, I just hack.

So, over 15 holes I shot a 79 and when I par-plus out the round using my handicap on the last three holes, I ended up with a 95, which plays exactly to my handicap for this course. How do they do that?!?! Sometimes math creeps me out.

Lake Hefner North Course #9

Here’s a shot from the 492 yard par 5 #9 tee box (I played the white tees). I played a great drive chopping off a little of the corner around the dogleg to the right. My playing partner tried the same thing after seeing my result and ended up in the water to the right and over the trees. He really struggled here — must have been in the double digits — and ended his round after nine. I took a par and thought I might actually get in all 18 playing on my own the rest of the round. A single on #10 let me play through and I really thought I was on my way. My roll was over when I caught up to a relaxed twosome (threesome if you count their friend Jack Daniels) that insisted I join up with them at #12. I played four loooonnnnnng holes with them as the sun completely disappeared and I lost my chance to complete my round.

**Side note: Guys, if this happens to you, if you’re going to offer to have someone join you, PLEASE also give them the option of playing through. Especially if it’s late, there’s no one in front of you and you are playing by your own rules anyway. If she wants your company, she’ll join up. Also, don’t add insult to insult by acting rejected if she misses a putt after you tell her you’ll buy her a steak dinner if she makes it. This suggests that she missed on purpose – as if!!! Unless she’s Ado Annie, she’s probably just better at rejecting someone directly than she is at putting.**

Anyway, these guys went on to play #16 in the dark, heading further away from the clubhouse and civilization and I politely declined to continue on with them. Many a new day will dawn, many a red sun will set, many a blue moon will shine before I do.

I intended to try to play the back nine or a different course the following evening, but the wind was steady at about 40 mph with gusts of 50-60. No thanks. Then I was going to sneak in an early morning round before my flight the next day and again the weather didn’t cooperate. I’m glad I got in the 15 holes when I did. I hadn’t planned on being able to play that day at all!

I’m told there are a lot of pro golfers from Oklahoma and that golf is really big in the state. So I guess I just scratched the surface of what OK has to offer by visiting the closest municipal course. Maybe I’ll make it back and try out another segment.Overall, I’d say my golf experience there, like Oklahoma itself, was OK!

Oklahoma City National Memorial

The last time I was in Oklahoma, a couple months back, I chose to visit the bombing memorial instead of playing golf. The federal building had been right downtown, and the memorial encompasses the entire area where it used to stand. The city is so quiet. I was able to drive right up to it without any confusing downtown-like chaos and easily found a parking place on the street right in front of it. The design is well thought out and executed. I didn’t get a chance to see the museum exhibits because it was closed by the time I got there.

Below are some photos I took of the outdoor symbolic memorial. There are two gates – one that says “9:01” which represents the time of innocence, and one that says “9:03” which was the minute after the bombing. They are at opposite ends of where the building used to be, and in between is the reflecting pool, flanked by the “field of empty chairs” on one side and the survivor tree, rescuers’ orchard and children’s area on the other. In the field of empty chairs, there is one chair for each person who died in the blast, organized by where they were in or outside of the building when it happened. At night, the whole place is lit beautifully including the translucent chair bases. Unfortunately, my nighttime photos didn’t turn out so great.

For more information on the memorial, visit http://www.oklahomacitynationalmemorial.org/index.htm.

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I don’t know if it’s the entire population of the state, the policy of the golf course, just this one guy, or if it was just “right place, right time.” Whichever it is, I recently had one of the best experiences in customer service at a golf course I’ve ever had. And it was easily the most above and beyond gesture of accommodation I’ve ever experienced or even witnessed. Of course, it was just one guy, the starter/pro (I guess he was the course pro) who checked me in at Tara Hills in Papillion, Nebraska.

I originally went to Johnny Goodman which was a little closer to where I was staying. I called to make sure that there weren’t any tournaments or anything that would prevent me from getting out. However, I neglected to ask if they had any rental clubs. They didn’t, and I was out of luck. However, they recommended Tara Hills due to its proximity and I called over before going to make sure they had some clubs. The guy said they had one set but warned me that it was in pretty sorry shape. No problem; I’ve played with crap clubs before.

So I headed on over and checked in at the pro shop. He charged me $29 to ride and $10 for the clubs and went down to retrieve the rental set for me. Upon his return, he was exceedingly apologetic for the condition of the clubs, which he left downstairs by the carts for me. He even told me to come back in after the round and he’d refund the $10 because it just wasn’t right to charge me for them. He said how he wished they had a nicer set of women’s clubs for me to use and asked if I swung the club pretty hard. I told him that I actually use men’s clubs at home, to which he responded by excitedly informing me that I could use his own clubs and he rushed right out and got them for me. Now, I don’t know about you, but I don’t even know of any friends that let friends borrow their clubs. And it’s not like it was some shabby set, either. I forget what the fairway metals were, but they were nice Titleist irons, Cleveland wedges, a Titleist hybrid and what looked like a brand spanking new Titleist driver! I have to say, I was reluctant and nervous to accept, but it was such a generous offer and he was so upset about having me use the other set. He told me there were balls and tees in the bag and to help myself. Is this guy for real?

So I headed out to the first tee, acutely aware that it can be seen from the pro shop and that, if roles were reversed, I’d be watching that first shot. One of my strengths is that I typically get off a solid first tee shot and start the round well. Typically. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I didn’t get off the first tee in decisive fashion. Until now. The poor guy. I hope he didn’t see it, because he surely would have spent the next few hours worrying. He didn’t come out to swap clubs so maybe he missed it. There was a little thick stuff to carry the fairway and I was so nervous and hacking so terribly it took me four just to get into it. Then I took an unplayable lie , hit it up to the fairway, where I finally hit a solid shot just left of the green and ended up salvaging a nine (NINE!) which I had to adjust later to an eight to post. Worst hole in recent memory (five-putt notwithstanding — at least I found the green on that one).

Here’s the site of my first hole debacle. Just at the bottom of
the hill is the rough stuff I finally found after four shots.

I did settle down after that and shot a 100 (adjusted from 101 due to the fiasco at #1) from the whites, which is about normal for me. I even pulled off bogeys at the 1 and 2 handicap holes, which were mighty difficult due to landing areas.

I saw him at the turn when I went in to use the facilities and he asked how the clubs were treating me. I told him I got off to a rough start but all was well. If he did see my shenanigans, he was too polite to mention it, even though he would have been well within his right to.

It was my first time playing with a hybrid club, and it was my best club of the day. I definitely will be acquiring one or two of those in the near future. Then, after not trying it all day, I hit a nice five wood off the tee at the number one handicap hole that I put right where it was supposed to go. I joined up with a guy named Mike who was a tremendous help on tips like that (he did request a caddy fee after that one).

Here’s the 18th hole (#1 handicap). The ideal shot – and where mine went – is right up
between the 150 stake and the tree to its right, a little closer to the tree. From there, it
rolls down to a nice flat spot where you have a close approach shot to the green to the left.

Overall, it was a neat little affordable course with friendly folks and plenty of challenges. Special thanks to Mike and especially Benji. I do suspect that the congenial nature is built into Nebraskans. Every local person I talked to, whether in the airports, hotel, or rental car facility, were so naturally cordial. When they said “have a nice day,” (and they all said it), I really felt like they actually wanted me to … have a nice day!

For all my New England friends and other Patriots’ fans. A real NE fan from the “other” NE.

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Not far from Ojai Valley Inn, the ritzy, highly touted and spendier Ojai golf course, is Soule Park. It’s one of our favorites in the area. It sustained about $3 million in damage during the winter rains and is still struggling. I read that there were issues with the management company trying to get out of its lease, and I don’t know what’s going on with that. They are rebuilding, so something’s working and someone sees the value.

Hole #2 (photo courtesy greenskeeper.org)

Some of the roads leading to the area were also washed out and last time we went there, there was only one way in and out of Ojai and it was down to one lane and took forever with alternating the traffic in two directions.

Our club championship was supposed to take place there this coming October but had to be moved. Even though all 18 holes are open, their SCGA course and slope ratings are no longer accurate. The number one and two handicap holes (7 and 15) are the ones that were most effected by the rain because they were split by that ravine which is now more than twice its original size. I think the irrigation system was also washed out.

Renovation Status

I called to find out about the status this morning and spoke with Gunther (thanks, Gunther). According to him, they have about a month and half left to go in their full renovation process. It will be re-rated by the SCGA once it’s complete; for now things are just changing too quickly. They’re re-doing all the greens in addition to repairing the damage (meanwhile, the turf from the old greens have been moved up for temporaries). It will take until about March for everything to grow in after the renovations are done, but it’s still a playable course. It is playing shorter now because of the moved-up greens, but it is also becoming a par 71 course (used to be 72). They’re changing the par 5 #7 (formerly the #1 handicap hole) into a long par 4 because they can’t put the green on the other side of the “creek.” They’re going to extend #15 (formerly the #2 handicap) into a longer hole, but it will remain a par 4. It sounds like the difference in par is just because of #7. It will be interesting to see what other changes are made and how the holes are handicapped after the renovations are complete.

What a deal!

It’s always been a great deal for such a nice place, but now they’re offering discounted renovation rates so it’s $38 to ride on the weekend! That’s the same price as Mountain View (a scrappy but fun little course, but a dog-run in comparison to Soule)! Twilight, which starts at 2:00, is only $21 to ride and there’s plenty of time to get in 18 before the sun goes down. Plus, it’s not very busy because of all this, so pace of play will be swift.

Gunther also told me that it’s easier to get in and out of Ojai now, too. They’re almost done with the work on some of those roads and now there are two ways in and out and it’s not quite as slow. It’s only about a 45 minute drive from the south end of Ventura County, and absolutely worth it.

I definitely look forward to playing it when it’s all fixed up. I have only played there once since the damage occurred, and we received such a warm welcome and personal service. The people were so nice and accommodating — maybe because they’re really appreciative of the support, maybe because it’s Ojai or they’re just good people. I’m going to try to get up there again soon and support this great little course and the people who came to its rescue, whoever they are.

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Last week I had the opportunity to play a little golf in Michigan. I asked for recommendations and got one from an anonymous poster and two from someone called Jeff. Luckily, I got to play two times so I was able to use recommendations from both of them. Thanks!

Coincidentally, both courses I played were also recommended by the local business owner I was there to see for work. He put all his favorite area courses down on a list in order or priority he would recommend them. Thousand Oaks was #1, and Quail Ridge was #3. His #2 (Boulder Creek) wasn’t recommended here on my site, so I skipped it to go to Quail Ridge. I don’t know about Boulder Creek, but boy am I glad I played Quail Ridge!

Thousand Oaks

First, I played a twilight round at Thousand Oaks after work on Wednesday. All the locals I was around raved about it and wished they could go with me. It’s also one of the more spendy courses in the area and in a pretty ritzy neighborhood. (I’m trying to make spendy a word.) Without the recommendations, those things alone wouldn’t mean much to me, but with them, I was expecting good things.

I played from the gold tees, which came with a course rating of 75.4 and slope of 137 for women (69.7/130 for men). The total yardage is listed as 6137, although a lot of the tees were back at the white distances, which have a total distance of 6677, so I guess it was somewhere in between. My drive came and went — usually I either have it or I don’t. The fairways are nice and forgiving, kind of like friendly valleys that kick or funnel your ball back into the middle. That was fortunate for me on a number of holes, although I missed by more than they could help me with on a couple.

Here’s a look from the tees at number 5. My drive went over the hill past the bunkers up there on the left.

The gallery pointed out my ball for me. Seriously, they were right on top of it.

According to my handy-dandy calculator, my 24.2 index translated to a course handicap of 29, giving me a target score of 105, so I played 5 over my handicap with a 110. Ugh. I hate the hundreds, but that’s where I still am most of the time. I’m working on that. It was still a great afternoon and a really nice course. I got some souvenirs to bring home since I live right by Thousand Oaks, CA and we don’t have a course by that name. Pretty neat!

Quail Ridge

The next day, all I had to do was fly home, so I played Quail Ridge at “Magic Hour.” Sunrise tee time. Steam still coming off the lakes. Grass all dewy — cart, ball and feet leaving fresh tracks for all to follow.

Thousand Oaks seemed to be above it on most people’s lists, and it was really nice, but I liked Quail Ridge better. Could have something to do with the time of day I played, I guess. I also thought it might be because I played it better, because my score was lower, but I entered it into my system and it turned out I played 5 over my handicap! I had a couple disastrous holes that really bumped up my score and ended up with a 101. I played the gold tees, which were rated 70.9/117, so my target score was 96.

Here’s the evidence of my unlucky-dog pass. On the par 5 #18 (9th for me, since I started on the back nine), my second shot hit that post and rolled backward! I might have made the green in two and three putted for five. Instead, I bogeyed. I have since been told I could have hit my second shot again from the original position without penalty, but I didn’t know that at the time.

Score aside, I enjoyed the peaceful serenity of the morning and the quaint, picturesque holes and scenery so much I could barely contain myself. While it would also be nice to share the moment with someone, I think part of the enchantment was the absolute silence and the feeling of being completely alone. Oh, except for the groundskeepers. Thanks for squeegee-ing the tee boxes!

Here’s a shot from the tees at #7. I think it’s a good representation of the course as a whole.

All told, I had a splendid Michigan golf experience and really appreciate the recommendations!

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In an old post comment I was asked the following questions:

Anonymous said…

I read that you played Ko’loa??? in Hawaii, how did you like it and from the all couses that you have played what was your favorite and which was the hardest.

August 17, 2005

Since that’s an ongoing and updated post, I want to keep it relatively “clean” so I thought I’d post my response here. Besides, I’ve been meaning to comment on some of the courses I’ve played so here’s my first installment along those lines:

Ko’olau was one of my top two for scenery, the other being Luana Hills. I guess I like the jungle courses. In fact, there’s a photo from Ko’olau under my post “Reason #2.” They were both really difficult, but Ko’olau claims to be the “toughest in the nation.”

I played Ko’olau twice, once from the red tees after having played golf for only a couple months and shot a 108. I lost only two balls on this course where they say to bring as many balls as your handicap. Then I played again several months later from the whites and shot a 123. I lost a bunch to all the double carries but the other difference was my putting. I think I lost about nine balls that time. It would have been more, but they have a “special” rule that allows one to drop on the other side of the hazards in the drop area because of the difficulty of the course (they want people to come back). I would like it better if they allowed carts on the fairways. It’s too hot and muggy and hilly for permanent cart path only.

The other Hawaii courses I really liked were Turtle Bay Arnold Palmer and Makaha West.

As for around the CA area where I live, there are a bunch of nice ones. Glen Annie is definitely one of my favorites and I’m sure it’ll get its own post eventually. Monarch Beach is the most overrated, and I really like the way the ball goes clangety clang in the metal cups at Malibu Country Club.

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They seem to have almost everything at the Iowa State Fair. It’s so enormous, they might even have a golf course hidden in there somewhere, but since I was only there for a few hours, I didn’t even come close to seeing everything. Fortunately, I made my way to a golf course directly from the airport the day I arrived and can now officially add Iowa to my list of states played.

I walked onto a course called A.H. Blank around 4:00 P.M. It wasn’t very busy, but there were only foursomes on the schedule so I went out by myself. It’s a municipal course and priced accordingly — I played for 20 bucks including the cart and I brought my clubs, so no rental fees applied. Actually, I don’t think I’ve played any 18-hole course in California for that low of a cost. It was well maintained, well staffed with friendly folks, and had nice facilities. The carts were gas powered, but were in good condition and were equipped with sophisticated GPS monitors. The system had a main controller at the pro shop up on a plasma screen for all to see. From there, one could see the entire course layout and all the carts on it. I’ve never seen anything like it. I imagine most control systems are viewed from some tucked away 17″ desktop monitors in back offices.

Here’s how hole 12 looked from the tee box (wide open)…

…and from the GPS (not). All courses should have GPS.
How I played this hole: Perfect drive about 250 right in the middle of the fairway. 4 iron chunk (time for those rescue clubs!), 9 iron into the greenside bunker, sand wedge just over the green on the other side, sand wedge chipped in for par!

As for the course itself, if I had played it before, I would probably rate its difficulty just slightly above Westlake. Somehow, it seemed like more of a “real” course than Westlake, which is my local executive jobbie. It has been awhile since I’ve played Westlake, so maybe that’s not a fair comparison. I don’t know if I’m underestimating it or overestimating my progress. A.H. Blank is longer and par is 5 strokes higher but aside from the strokes I always add by playing my usual game, I really only put on strokes due to the unfamiliarity factor, not the challenges of the course. I lost two balls on the same hole into the driving range on the right. The GPS warned me of this and still I went for it. I thought the first one might have stayed in, but no. I wasn’t sure about the other one either because it hit a tree as I was trying to play out of the trouble where I dropped, but I guess it ricocheted back into the range as well. There was a sign that cautioned “Enter at your own risk.” Not worth it. I didn’t like those balls anyway. I count the first of those lost strokes to the course, the other to my game. Not that the score card cares.

My handicap index is now a 24.9 (down from 28.8 not long ago) so that made my course handicap here a 26, which made my “target score” a 96 and I shot 101 — 5 over my handicap. I enclosed target score in quotation marks because that’s only the official target to play to my handicap. My own target or goal is to break 90. Boy, I couldn’t even break 100 and it didn’t feel like I played that badly! I guess it’s time to start beating myself up over double bogeys and not just triples. I need to adjust mentally to keep up with my changing handicap.

“A.H. Blank,” though? I wonder why they call the place Blank. Are we to fill in our own descriptors? I’m sure golfers would vary their choices depending on how they play. It could go from Actually Hit Par to AH F*** in the same cart.

All in all, I played in just over 3 hours and even though it was really hot, it was relaxing and fun.

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Oh, it seemed like such a good idea: I fly in, and as the plane is approaching I take a picture of a golf course from above. Then once I’ve landed, I find the course, play it, post about it in my blog and put the picture with it. Unique and easy, right? Witness. What would you think if you saw this:

Might you want to play it? I took this photo from the plane as I was approaching the airport in Seattle. I asked several people at Maplewood and another course called Foster and after some time discussing amonsgt themselves and agreeing it wasn’t their course and after hearing about the approach pattern of the aircraft, they all agreed the pictured course was one called “Taee.” They warned me that it was crap, or what I would call a “dogrun” but the photo looked playable enough that I thought I could still get through it and post an article about the round with my photo. So when I had time after work one day, I thought I’d go for it. Man, was I wrong and right at the same time. I was wrong that it was playable but right that I could get a post out of it.

Have you seen this cartbarn?
How caddyshack can you get?
Once I paid and rented clubs, they said “Just go grab a cart – if the number on the key doesn’t match, just pick one.” One of two, huh?
I swear the spiders behind the carts were black widows!

Here’s the proshop!

If you look to the left of the proshop, you’ll see tees 1 and 10, if you look right, you’ll see this: the runway of departing planes. This one happens to be a Southwest flight. I was lucky enough to experience some Alaska takeoffs as well.

I had no idea where to send my teeshot at #1, but as I tracked it with my cart, I saw some shirtless mofos playing my ball going the other way. I was by myself and not about to raise a stink, so I just kind of gave them the golfers tsk-ish stare and head-shake but clearly they didn’t care. I guess this is what happens at this course. I dropped a ball and played it, knowing I wasn’t long for this course. I grabbed the mismatched 8-iron from my piecemeal $6 rental set (oh, I forgot to mention the dented up “driver” I teed off with). Admittedly, it ended up just off the green, which was also right where another teebox and the requisite mofos were, and I never saw that ball again. I dropped, chipped up onto the green just for good measure, picked up and headed back to the proshop. All the while I wished I had a sports bra on just for the bumpy ride.

I really thought I would be tougher, though. I didn’t even get through the first hole. What a pansy. I took off faster than the next planes taxiing out.

I’m still up for the idea so if I see some courses as I approach I’ll shoot them and check them out once I land. One failure won’t deter me forever. Two might, but I’ll let you know! If anyone knows of good airport courses, let me know so I can be prepared.

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I know it’s been awhile since my last post but I’m still here and ready to explode with words to make up for it. I’ve been on the road and flat out busy for the last two weeks. On July 12, I walked on for a twilight round at a course called Maplewood in Renton, Washington, near Seattle. I got hooked up with a lady’s league that plays every Tuesday night. I didn’t think I would have time to play on this trip so I didn’t even bring my clubs. Had I known, I totally would have brought them since I was also playing at Apple Mountain that coming weekend and could have checked them as luggage when I flew from Seattle to Sacramento where I met Greg instead of having him cram them into the car with the rest of our stuff on his way driving up. Whew… I told you I had a lot of words stored up. Back to my story — I get so distracted! So, it was pushing 6:oo and I was scrambling because I wanted to play 18 so I could post a whole round. Plus, unless I play 18, I don’t feel I can count it and couldn’t have checked off Washington on my list of states where I’ve played! I had a glove and some tees in my purse, but I had to buy a couple logo balls from the barrel in the pro shop. I had my full travel-packed purse, camera and the thrashers I rented (the bag didn’t even have a stand) and they’re telling me they’re sending me out with these women who are walking. So my lazy ass took a cart anyway and rushed out there.

The first hole at Maplewood. My drive ended up near the little tree to the
right of the third bunker. Not great, but not as bad as I’d feared.

It’s still intimidating for me to play a new course because it’s not yet instinctual as far as where to hit and how the course will play. Fortunately, I had a nice group to help me decipher it. Shout out to Justine, Dale, and Carla from my foursome and Dawn and oh-damn-what-was-her-name from the group in front of us! (Who do I think I am with the “shout out”?) I was also nervous because the starter told me about this league and how these ladies play here all the time. I was worried that I would embarrass myself, what with the unfamiliar course and the rented clubs and the fact that I’m still struggling so much learning the game. I had looked over the scorecard and had been thinking I was going to play from the whites because it looked kind of short. Then when I got hooked up with this group and they were all playing from the reds, my decision was easy.

The driver in this “set” was the size of my three wood, and I’ve mentioned before how comfortable I am with my enormous driver. So I was a little worried when I teed up on the first hole. It didn’t turn out that bad, though, and it kept getting better. I didn’t hit it as far as I do with mine, but I was hitting it straight up the middle of the fairway for the most part. I didn’t embarrass myself and it all turned out fine. All the women were friendly and hospitable and I was thankful they let me join in. They even invited me to participate in the friendly wagering but I thought I’d never be able to compete and didn’t really want to impose further anyway. They stopped after nine, as they do every week, so we parted at the turn and I went on to finish the round.

Here are some guys fishing as we crossed the bridge on the way to #8.
Must be a Washington thing.

I rushed myself on the back nine a little to make sure I’d get them all in and ended up with a couple big numbers. Overall, I shot a 99, which is higher than I’d have liked on a short course like this but still under that 100 threshold which is where I feel I belong from the red tees. I’m still waiting for the next magical milestone of breaking 90 from the reds. I saw the ladies again at the clubhouse when I was finished, just before dark. Golf people are awesome. This fact inspires me to write a whole separate post.

It turns out this lady’s league isn’t just a local thing. They are a part of the Executive Women’s Golf Association, which has chapters in cities all across the country. I would probably seek out my local chapter and join up, but I’m not in town enough to commit to something like that. I will definitely keep it in mind in case I have a career change in the near future. (Does anyone need a golfer with artistic, design, and marketing talent with a knack for technology and learning who can apply all of those things in relational, language and presentation skills? Surely there must be a business that can benefit from all those abilities that doesn’t require travel so I can golf in the evenings and on weekends.) Meanwhile, I might be able to track down EWGA chapters and be able to join up with them in other cities like I did this time. It was interesting playing with women for a change. Maybe since it is an association of “executives” I should just join and participate when I can for the networking and could affect my career change through golf! What a concept.

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