Missed yesterday because I was pretty exhausted at the end of a long day. We played a course called Sand Hollow, the best course in Utah, and it lived up to the billing. Red clay sand bunkers, beautiful mountain vistas, impeccable grass and greens. If only I had the talent to fully enjoy playing the course.
Afterwards, we had some late lunch at the grill - a nice focaccia chicken sandwich - and then a refreshing nap at the hotel. Then a smoothie for dinner at a place unfortunately named Slurp. It was quite good.
This morning, we drove five minutes away to a course called Wolf Creek, which apparently is the best course in Nevada. Well cared for, it was particularly notable for the changes in altitude. It seemed like every other tee box was at the top of a mountain, leading to glorious, majestic drives to fairways far below. Hit well, the balls would bounce high and roll long, small white dots moving on deep green carpets.
Today, I was the master of my 5 iron, and not much else. Even my putter turned on me, the balls flowing like beads of mercury, past the hole and onward, sometimes off the green altogether, me staring bleakly at them like a man watching a cab ignoring his upraised hand, speeding by.
Nonetheless, it was a marvelous final day to an excellent trip.
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Tomorrow, the long plane ride home!
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