As Robin Williams so eloquently put it:
In July, I went on a boys only golfing trip with my brother-in-law and father-in-law to Kimberley, BC. This was the first time that I’ve done anything like this.
First off, I am NOT a golfer. I usually golf once, maybe twice a year. I consider it an achievement if people pick my drive because it’s acceptable in a Texas-scramble game. Same goes for losing less than one ball per golf hole
The night before the golf trip came, and I still hadn’t swung a club yet. So what did I do? I went to the closest golf range, grabbed two large buckets of balls, a pint of deet and made myself a blister on my pinky finger.
Not only did I make a blister, but I popped it as well. I could barely hold my club.
I figured that I can keep the skin flap attached with plethora of bandaids. But that didn’t do much for my game.
- Wildstone: Brand new course. Beautiful driving range. It feels like you’re driving the ball into the Rockies, which take up the whole view. Golf course is new, and there is a bit of construction visible and no real club house.
For the course layout all I can say is: Gary Player is a fucking jerk. Every single shot I took landed in a sand trap. Every shot anyone else took landed in the bunker. It felt like we were playing in a desert.
- Trickle Creek: Beautiful. Challenging. Fun. I’d play it again, even though I’m not the greatest golfer.
We also played Bootleg Gap executive 9 hole course, but I managed to hurt my shoulder, so my review of that one is completely skewed. It sucked because my shoulder hurt.
There were visits to Chef Bernard’s Schnitzel house, attending the Julyfest in Kimberley and many crushed beers.
Would I do it again? In one word – Yes.