

No divots
Virgil posted his routine excellent round and was effusive in his praise for the course. Usually Virg can find something not to like about a golf course, but Friday he had a hard time finding a divot. The private course has about 100 members; you need to own property on the course to qualify. Mountain views, waterfalls, lakes, immaculate greenery, huge swards of fairway -- all in the middle of the desert. The concrete cart paths dip up and down rugged stone canyon walls; each hole is unique and rarely is a home seen. We played at our own comfortable pace because there was no one visible in front or behind us. The staff was friendly but mostly unseen. A barbeque at the ninth hole featured burgers cooked to order while we finished the hole.

The only thing needing improvement was some of the quality of play -- but who cares in such a heavenly setting?
We didn't get many pictures because Stan forgot his camera and Virgil's battery was failing. We also hope to use that as an excuse some day to get back on the course. We've got the photo, above, of Stan, Arlin and Steve in front of the toilets deep into the course. The architecture of this posh convenience stop was classic southwestern. Notice, please, the seven foot doors. The picture doesn't include the Mayan pillars.
The other photos are of Stan and Steve at the driving range in a futile attempt to improve their games. Virgil, on the other hand, is a better golfer than photographer and proved it again Friday.
