So, I am on the road again, this time with KG to Nova Scotia (how’s your Canadian geography?) for golf and fishing…but started with a baseball game in Boston.
I’m going to open with this picture from today’s golf course, Cabot Cliffs, which was amazing. This is the shot from the high spot of the course, the 17th tee.
Not to overdo golf, but it was the most visually spectacular course I think I’ve ever played. Lots of vistas, lots of water views, lots of elevation changes. and lots of big ass bunkers.
I will tell one story the caddy told. The second par 3 on the back you play over this big bunker with a rock sticking up in it (we neither one got a picture) — boulder! The architects argued over whether or not to leave it. They got someone in who was mediator who didn’t play golf but watched on TV and he said instantly “oh, you gotta leave the rock, it makes the hole.” And, see, yes, it makes it memorable.
But (for blog purposes) today’s storry isn’t about golf or the course, but about our playing partners. :) Like last year’s trip to England with J, we came as a twosome. You never know what that will mean; last year we played 4 days without getting paired up. Not this year!
Standing on the practice putting green, waiting, I talked to this older caddy, Ted, who ended up double-bagging for the other two. But I had no idea that the couple wondering around was who we were playing with — they were dressed like hikers, not golfers. He was wearing a puffy vest (their was a discussion about their both wearing all black later) and black sock cap with a bill. He wore sunglasses all day, although the sun never shone (I understand there can be reasons, but still…) She wore joggers and a similar top.
But nevermind what they were wearing. He was a pretty good golfer (but wait for it) but she had only been playing a year. And it looked at least like that. She played all day with 2 clubs, a 7 iron and a putter. And she dribbled the ball off the tee A LOT!!!
We got talked to about keeping up with the group in front of us at least 3 times.
Which brings to part two: putting. They made each other putt EVERYTHING out! I mean, one footers, they putted out. And she missed some. A lot, really.
And he…oh, my god, he did the newfangled alignment method on putts. And paced them off. Carefully (she did it foot-over-foot). I will go back to — they HaD A CADDy!!! Who is paid to tell you what putts do…but, no, they slowly, methodically, did their own thing. And he did it even on those 2 foot putts.
They were from Brooklyn. The place could get a rep if people acted like this from there a lot. :)
They did not make small talk. Every attempt ended in an awkward silence. “You got nothing…” we both wanted to say to him.
It was so bad that KG refused to even consider having a post-round drink. :)
Stories to tell forever. Oh, yeah, they both played dayglo colored golf balls; I told KG I would see her neon pink one rolling in my dreams tonight.
The golf course was awesome, though.
I met KG in Boston on Wednesday; it could not have gone better — he didn’t wait 5 minutes on the sidewalk at airport for me to arrive straight from Bloomsburg. Then we went to downtown Boston — KG had not been there that he remembers. We did the main old buildings and then went to hotel, cleaned up, and Ubered to Fenway. (I was sick of lobster signs early on Wednesday; today’s course’s logo was a lobster 🙄)
It was a great game. KG got great tickets right behind home plate. The Red Sox hit four solo home runs; the Rays hit one homer, too. It ended up being 4-3.
Thursday the drive from Boston to wherever we are (my Canada geography needs work) took 13 hours. And we lost an hour — my first time ever in the whatever time zone. Weird that tonight’s basketball game starts at 930 😥
The best thing about the area is it’s Scottish roots — they revel in it here. I mean, the town we’re in is Inverness. We passed through New Glasgow. Our caddy today was from Dundee. We have been told more than once that two generations ago people still spoke Gaelic here — they came from the UK to learn it since it was all but dead in Scotland. They are big here on sheep farming.
It’s already been fun, despite AC and DC on the course today, and there’s tonight’s dinner and fishing tomorrow (the fish tales have already begun)…wish us well.
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