One of our favorite hiking trails parallels the golf course for a few holes. The path runs along the fairways but in the woods so the golfers can’t you. I prefer the course when there no golfers on it. Its manmade , gently rolling hills and manicured greens can look surreal or like Robert Smithson earth art. And of course it is gorgeous in the winter.
Today we walked along, unnoticed, with a solo golfer, dressed in black and carrying his clubs so he was moving at the same spec as we were. We watched him tee off and work his way down the fairway and and putt. We listened and laughed as he hit the ball, watched it for few seconds and then yelled, “For fucks sake” after each shot.
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