Friday, July 31, 2015

Countdown

Boarding pass printed.
Travel golf bag packed.
Suitcase packed except for toiletries and one more sweater (nice to say that after hitting 104 in Dallas yesterday - ONE MORE SWEATER).
Itinerary printed.
Handicap sheet printed.

Saturday: Harbor Shores in Benton Harbor (www.harborshoresgolf.com)
Sunday: Boyne's Heather and Arthur Hills
Monday: Boyne Mountain's Monument and Alpine
Tuesday: Black Lake (www.blacklakegolf.com ) and Elk Ridge (www.elkridgegolf.com)
Wednesday (Liz's Day): Bay Harbor
Thursday: Otsego Tribute and Classic (www.otsegoclub.com) - New to the rotation
Friday: Arcadia Bluffs (www.arcadiabluffs.com)
Saturday: Pilgrim's Run (www.pilgrimsrun.com) - New to the rotation

Ready.
Notice that the temps are in the 70s the entire time. Take that Dallas. I even see a low of 48 one day.
 

Wednesday, July 01, 2015

2015 Locked and Loaded

I've been really, really bad at the blog these past few years. Intentions are there. Execution, not so much.

But, we now have Michigan 2015 locked and loaded.

The crew: Me, Tom, Pete and Paul

The dates: August 1 - 8, 2015

The route: Dallas Love Field to Chicago Midway (taking Southwest - bags check free!). www.southwest.com

The courses:
Harbor Shores
Boyne Highlands, Heather
Boyne Highlands, Arthur Hills
Boyne Mountain, Alpine
Boyne Mountain, Monument
Black Lake
Elk Ridge
Bay Harbor, Links/Quarry
Bay Harbor, Quarry/Preserves
Otsego Tribute
Otsego Classic
Arcadia Bluffs
Pilgrim's Run
13 courses (three new for me and Tom; six new for Pete; seven new for Paul)

Time to get packing!

Last Day of Golf: Push It (Salt n Pepa): Boyne Alpine, Crooked Tree

This is last time to rally and come in first in the Stableford and earn a year’s worth of bragging rights. I’m sure that some people know where they stand, and some people don’t care (like me). Ideally, not being dead last would be good -- but I really don’t care. It’s hard enough getting through two rounds in the last day and I only want to get the ball in the air and not lose too many of them. Come to think of it, I really haven’t lost many golf balls on this trip. I pack more, but don’t lose as many as I think I would. And, find some along the way.

Tee off at 8 am on Alpine. Everett’s doesn’t open for breakfast until 7 am, so we’ve had a “group meeting” about getting in and out of there in 15 minutes. Based on what I’m hearing from upstairs (silence), Cory and Jeff will not be going on this mad dash and we’ll be picking them up on the way back to Alpine.
 
But, Jeff makes it downstairs. And the other cabin makes it at 7 am. Quick breakfast. Pick up Cory who is perched on a rock waiting for us outside. Off to Alpine. Me, Frank, Jeff and Cory have a nice morning on the Mountain. Jeff is frustrated with his putting. I try and distract him with some nature watching -- doe eating apples out of the tree as we hear Pete roaring in front of us. Wonder if a club has been thrown, or broken. And, the crazy cart girl -- I think her name was Gerri, but she had a stage name and wanted to play wingman to the guys for me. And said that the guy walking in the group in front of us (Tom) was grumpy.
 
And then the group in front of us gets mighty quiet (except for Pete on the par 3 -- something about bleeping, white, bleeping, hairy something, bleeping, bleep -- I could use exact phrasing, but Mom reads this blog). 

And the group in front of remains quiet the rest of the round. Must be some serious money game going on. They've also slowed down quite a bit. We catch up to Ron on the tee at 16 and find out that "Tom lost it" and "there are no gimmee putts." Probably something more to the story.

We finish up at the Alpine and pack up -- well, our group makes a pit stop for a beverage at the Beach House -- and head to our last round in Michigan at Crooked Tree, down the street from Bay Harbor.

Crooked Tree used to only occasionally be on our course rotation at Boyne. But, we've added it back. And, since this is the last round of the stableford, Tom figures out the standings (because some people need to know) so that we can put the groups in order like a "real tournament" -- leaders going last.

The standings, worst to best: Pete, Cory, Frank, Ron, Liz, Paul, Jeff, Tom. I grab a cart and throw Paul in -- haven't driven him around this trip so this should be fun. The group ahead will be an interesting round.

Crooked Tree has a few odd holes and some odd greens. Number 2 is a par 3 that has a tiered green. If you aren't on the right tier, have fun making par. If you aren't on the green (I wasn't), good luck landing on the green.

On Number 3, they've teed off and I'm heading across the bridge to the forward tees (don't be critical of me playing from them -- we've played over 10 rounds and I need any advantage I can get) and Ron appears, heading back to us -- fired up. Asks us what tee boxes -- Orange. Guess that they were playing from the Purples. More fired up Ron. That taken care of, we continue on.

Watching in front of us, we're not sure what's going on with Cory on the fourth hole. They've played the hole -- and then all of a sudden, he comes running back with his hat backwards and three clubs and plays out the rest of the hole... this happens a couple more times during the round.






Most of the time, their group appears to be marching off the green to their carts. We're enjoying ourselves. Well, maybe not Jeff -- who is now counting his three putts. And it's becoming a regular occurrence.

Crooked Tree also, like Bay Harbor, has some great views of the lake. Really scenic, elevated views. What we didn't know from the last time we played -- just last year -- is that they've changed a couple of the last holes. On #x, the par 3, Paul uses his last mulligan even though he's only a few feet from the hole on his first. Determined to make a hole in one on this trip and this is his last chance. Nope.

On #16, you used to have to hit a fairway wood and lay up because there was a big hill filled with "stuff." Well, they have changed the hole and now there is fairway all of the way down. Granted, if you hit a good drive, you could land in the pond on the right. And then, on #17, a par 5 -- again, you had to lay up if you couldn't go for it with a short club -- and then have a lengthy carry over "stuff" to the green. Well, they have changed the hole and the "stuff" is no longer there. I think I finally made par and didn't lose a ball.

We get to #18 and it's the last hole of the trip. Looks like Tom will be the winner, but Paul has sneaked up on him, having a really good afternoon round. Looks like Jeff, who is up to 13 holes of three putting today, has fallen out of second. I have no idea, since I went on a streak of holes having trouble getting the ball up in the air, before settling down and making a few pars. Clearly the group ahead of us hasn't had a lot of fun this round because they don't wait for us on the 18th green, but proceed to head to the clubhouse and load up. But, Cory greets us -- and to witness Jeff's fourteenth three putt of the day.

Golf is over, but we need to crown a victor on the trip. Off to the harbor for dinner at 17. Some of the group seems grumpy about dinner, but we drag them along anyway. Dinner on the patio. Drinks all around -- even Pete gets into the wine. Tom figures out the standings. The final outcome (everyone is a "winner"): Pete, Cory, Frank, Liz, Ron, Jeff, Paul, Tom (Paul got really pretty close to Tom, shooting a 77 on the last round. I don't know what his quota was).



We still have plenty of money in the food kitty and I've been instructed to spend it all. Based on the drinks and the shots going around, and the disappearance by Ron for a quick nap in the lounge, according to our waitress -- it didn't take much to spend it. Pile everyone in the cars. We have to load up Frank's truck since he's planning on heading out at 4 am (which turned to 5 am, based on the cocktails had). Tom grabs our bags and drops them off at their cabin and witnesses Ron taking two steps forward (and seven back) -- is Paula Abdul 80s? I think so.

Finish up the night at our cabin. Saturday is breakfast and travel back to Dallas day. No golf on the agenda for the rest of the week.

Homeward Bound: Another One Bites the Dust (Queen)


Unlike other trips, we end on a travel day, no golf. We've screeched into the airport in the past. But, Frank has all of our clubs, so that's not on the agenda on Saturday. Besides, it's raining again.
 
Ron has already texted us that they found his six iron on Alpine and can we get it and bring it back. He's also texted that he left his bottle of Jaeger in the freezer, and can we give it to call and bring it back. Well, with airport security, we don't think you can bring a golf club on a plane -- and only Cory and Jeff are checking bags, which won't fit a six iron. We also know that the bottle of Jaeger is more than 3 oz. and won't fit into a quart size bag.
 
I have the great idea that we could give Pete the six iron to break (and it wouldn't count towards official club breakage) and it would fit in Cory or Jeff's bag. But, we decide instead to go to the pro shop and see if they will ship it. For $15 -- what a bargain.
 
The bottle of Jaeger, goes into the mini van. Can't just leave it unattended.
 
Our last breakfast at the Lodge and check out. Then load up and head to Traverse City in the rain. Tom and I ask if they want to go the long, scenic route and we don't get any takers. Antiquing seemed out of the question as well. Jeff, since he hasn't seen any signs for unwashed sweet cherries, doesn't want to stop for them either.
 
Gas up and get to the airport. Cory takes the bottle to check in. Only Cory and Jeff have bags to check. We only need our boarding passes. There's an older man throwing a fit at check in with security (not with an American employee -- who isn't even there). Guess they got to the airport and the AA employee had already had to go to the gate to check people in, clean the plane, etc. He continues his fit. Cory and Jeff have to wait 30+ minutes to check their bags (yes, Traverse City is a pretty small airport and employees have to wear many hats).
 
"Another One Bites The Dust" – Queen

Steve walks warily down the street
The brim pulled way down low
And ain't no sound but the sound of his feet
Machine guns ready to go

Are you ready hey, are you ready for this
Are you standing on the edge of your seat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat, yeah, yeah, yeah, sing it

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust, hey
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust

How do you think I'm going to get along
Without you, when you're gone?
You took me for everything that I had
You kicked me out on my own

Are you happy? Are you satisfied?
How long can you stand the heat?
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat, yeah, yeah, yeah

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust

Another one bites the dust yeah
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust yeah, yeah
Another one bites the dust yeah, yeah
Another one bites the dust yeah
Another one bites the dust yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Give me yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Hey ,another one bites the dust yeah
Another one bites the dust yeah

Bites the dust
Bites the dust
Bites the dust
Bites the dust

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Yeah, yeah, yeah

There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man
And bring him to the ground
You can beat him, you can cheat him
You can treat him bad and leave him when he's down

Is he ready, is he ready for you
I'm standing on my own two feet
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
Repeating the sound of the beat

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust, hey
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust

Yeah, yeah
Alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yes

Save a Prayer (Duran Duran): Donald Ross Memorial/Hidden River


Oh -- the Stableford. How is it going? Tom is kicking everyone’s butt. But, he’s the one playing the best. Surprising, with Bay Harbor rounds,  I’ve moved into second (probably won’t last long since my quota will be adjusted and Hidden River isn’t really “my friend.”). Frank and Ron are tied for third. Cory next. Pete has moved from dead last and Paul and Jeff are tied for last. Still three more rounds to go. Donald Ross Memorial we’re playing as a four man scramble -- our cabin vs. theirs. Rematch. Donald Ross is a tough course that seems to be uphill the entire way. And if you know Donald Ross courses, the greens are tough to read, tough to land on, tough to putt. More critters this morning -- seeing turkeys with their babies (need to look up what a group of turkey’s is -- a flock? A gaggle? A?).

This day has two songs, one for the scramble and one for the stableford counting afternoon round.


Two Tribes Go to War (Frankie Goes to Hollywood)


When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score

Cowboy number one
A born again poor man's son
On the air America
I modelled shirts by Van Heusen
Workin' for the black gas, yeah

You know
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
Workin' for the black gas

Switch off your shield
Switch off and feel
I'm workin' on lovin' yeah

Giving you back the good times
Ship it out, out
I'm workin' for the black gas

A point is all you can score
When two tribes go to war
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score

We got two tribes
We got the bomb
We got the bomb, yeah
Sock it to me biscuits now

Are we livin' in a land
Where sex and horror are the new Gods?
Yeah

When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
We finish at 9 under with the other group waiting for us at the club for lunch. They finish at 10 under, so the $10 changes hands again. There were at least 4 birdies we left out there. Damn. Lunch at the club (not on the patio because it’s pretty chilly with me wishing I had my rain pants along with all of the other layers). The beef barley soup is pretty tasty along with onion rings (even though I think they changed their batter because they aren't as good as past years). Pete's having a screwdriver, so you know that he's beat.

 


Off to Hidden River. Normally we would have headed over there for lunch on the patio, but they had some pipe issues over the winter that went unnoticed for a number of days, so the clubhouse is closed for repair. I didn’t realize how closed it was until we pull in and they have trailers set up for the pro shop and snack shop. This has to be costing them quite a bit of summer revenue with the clubhouse closed. But, they still have a good pro shop and I get Daigle a hat -- hunter green one. Jeff and Cory take power naps in the mini van before we head out. Afternoon round will be Tom, Pete, me and Cory. Ron brings up that three of our foursome have played the course -- the other group hasn’t. Doesn’t really matter since Hidden River isn’t a complicated course (I just don’t typically play it well -- late in the week, doesn’t suit my eye -- can’t hit the side of a barn or get it up in the air).








I also rediscover that Hidden River isn’t as “female friendly” as other courses we play up at Boyne (and even Forest Dunes) -- only have port-a-potty’s and not many. And since I’m tired, I’m drinking beer. But, Hidden River is a really cool track -- goes down as favorites for Ron, Jeff and Paul. Maybe because the greens aren't as tricky as some of the other.

Dinner at the Bob In Again. Think I hear groans from the others, but they go along with us. We’re good with different things -- but you have to call it. If not, you go along with what Tom and I want to do. So, it’s the Bob In Again. Find out over dinner that Frank and Ron plan on leaving Boyne to head to Holland at 4 am on Saturday. That means that Friday night, after dinner and golf, we need to pack up our clubs and our luggage and bring it over to their cabin to pack up Frank’s truck. Ron is NOT happy about 4 am -- Frank wants to make it to Memphis on Saturday night so that he can be back at home by 230 pm on Sunday. Lots of driving. Ron’s taking Monday off so he doesn’t have to make that many miles in that time (but, Ron is more leisurely about everything).

For anyone who was really going to try and make a surge in the Stableford (or who cares, Ron and Pete), Duran Duran's "Save A Prayer" seems appropriate on moving day. Ron may also be saying a prayer to not have to leave at 4 am on Saturday morning. Pete may be saying the same, to not break a club and owe a round of drinks.

"Save A Prayer"
You saw me standing by the old
Corner of the main street
And the lights are flashing on your window sill
All alone ain't much fun
So you're looking for the thrill
And you know just what it takes and where to go

Don't say a prayer for me now
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now
Save it 'til the morning after

Feel the breeze deep on the inside
Look you down into your well
If you can, you'll see the world in all his fire
Take a chance
Like all dreamers can't find another way
You don't have to dream it all, just live a day

Don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it till the morning after

Pretty looking road,
Try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin
Don't ask me why I'll keep my promise
Melt the ice
And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance
But fear is in your soul
Some people call it a one night stand
But we can call it paradise

Don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after

Save a prayer 'til the morning after

 

Liz’s Day at Bay Harbor: The Glamorous Life (Sheila E)

It’s hard to find a song to title for each day I found -- if I want to read the lyrics. Just the song title works. But, since this is now the "80s Title Michigan trip," I’ll still go there. Guess I could also go with Madonna's "Material Girl."

Bay Harbor day is so special (why it's called Liz's Day). We already ditched Elk Ridge and Black Lake so we wouldn't get rained out.

The day begins with a rendezvous with Frank out front of the Lodge to head over to Sagamore’s at the Inn at Bay Harbor. Our cabin is running late (as usual) and the others get worried. Ron calls me. Pete calls Tom. Off we go. Relatively leisurely breakfast at Sagamore’s (could have taken the entire bowl of raspberries with me). Then drive over to Bay Harbor to check in and get warmed up. They have a nice practice area even though it is on the small side for a driving range and it’s pretty stacked up. They also have a really nice ladies locker room that I always use to change my shoes. And, to gush more about Bay Harbor -- their pro shop. Definitely worth a shopping trip (yes, I realize the girl in me has just come out).

Since it’s my day, I get to choose the foursomes both rounds. It’s me driving Ron and Frank driving Tom in the morning. Frank and I are playing the whites and Ron and Tom the blues. Ron’s up in the air about what tee boxes and keeps staring at the score card.

Morning is Quarry/Preserves and Frank gets off to a hot start with a poley par (missing, but not missing, trash this week -- saving me money potentially, but it does make you try a little harder on certain shots). I make a gimmee birdie on the par 3 number two, before we head into the Quarry for the rest of the round.










Weather chilly, but perfect. Views are wonderful. The third hole is tricky if you don’t hit a good first or second shots, since it’s a sharp right hand turn to the green over “stuff.” I manage to make it over the stuff, but into more stuff on the left. Ron hits the cart path and Tom saves it as it rolls down the path, potentially into some stuff. The fifth hole is another par 5 with a hard dogleg left. If you take enough of the dogleg out, it’s a pretty short hole. That’s what Tom does for his first eagle of the day. The rest of us play it like a par 5 -- stopping and checking out the swans with the baby swan along the way (I had never seen a baby swan before -- looks like a regular swan. Guess I’ve been reading/watching too much about the Ugly Duckling and didn’t know what to expect). Beer cart shows up on five, but since Cory is yelling after her, we send her to them first. She didn’t come back to us, though and we finish out the Quarry, ending at the ninth, right next to the clubhouse. I get a par on that hole. Head to the Preserves, which is a drive around and through some of the houses that are just amazing, with amazing views. While the Preserves isn't one of the famous of the nines, Ron and I really like it. It's lush. The holes are nice. While it's not as scenic as Quarry or Links, there's no reason I wouldn't want to play it every day. And, it does end on a par 3 next to the water.

I don’t know what it is about Bay Harbor -- but I even play well there. Shoot an 85 the first round, from the whites. I’ll move up to the reds my next round since it’s just more relaxing to enjoy myself rather than care about yardage.




Lunch on the patio you can’t beat. And then the next round -- I’ve put me, Tom, Jeff and Paul together, since Jeff and Paul haven’t played here before and we want their reaction. We’re playing the Links/Quarry, the 18 that is the more “known” of the three rotations. Jeff thinks it’s really hard and doesn‘t seem to be in love with it (he also didn‘t seem to care about the baby swan -- a lot like Pete in the respect of not stopping to smell the roses). Paul likes it. Tom hits balls into Lake Michigan as is part of the tradition. I like watching it, but don’t really care to do it anymore. Takes too much energy to hit more balls than I have to.

Not sure exactly about the group in front of us, but there has to be booze involved when Cory starts chasing geese. I'll admit I did it on an earlier hole (Tom eagled that hole, again). Would have been worth some video footage.





 

Bay Harbor day isn’t completely over, with us packing it up and heading to Mancinos, a little pizza place for dinner. It’s still like herding drunk cats to get people moving so we end up making decisions for them. Cheese bread, pepperoni pizza, a BBQ chicken pizza (Tom) and a Mancino’s special with veggies and meat. Pete orders his own sausage pizza since I guess he doesn’t speak up or let everyone else know what he wants. Good call on pizza -- except maybe Tom’s pizza which only went over well with Frank and Tom -- the rest weren’t too keen on chicken on pizza.

They had some arcade games and I gave the guys 50 cents apiece to play. Pete took out some frustration with the hunting game. Tom, the backer, thought that this young man, Steve, would have better luck at getting him a rubber ball.



Then to Boyne Lodge to get ice cream -- but we find we miss it by 7 minutes because it closes at 9 pm. Off to the cabin and to bed. We realize that we tee off at 730 am on the Donald Ross Memorial course -- meaning we have to leave by 545 am to get to the Highlands (stopping at 7-11 on the way), have breakfast, check in and get warmed up. Getting 8 people instead of 4 is a little (well, more than a little) challenging.

"The Glamorous Life" (Sheila E)

She wears a long fur coat of mink
Even in the summer time
Everybody knows from the coy little wink
The girl's got a lot on her mind

She's got big thoughts, big dreams
And a big brown Mercedes sedan
What I think this girl, she really wants
Is to be in love with a man

Chorus
She wants to lead
The Glamorous Life
She don't need a man's touch
She wants to lead
The Glamorous Life
Without love
It ain't much

She saw him standing in the section marked,
"If you have to ask you can't afford it" lingerie
She threw him bread and said make me scream
In the dark what could he say

Boys with small talk and small minds
Really don't impress me in bed
She said I need a man's man baby
Diamonds and furs
Love would only conquer my head

Chorus

They made haste in the brown sedan
They drove to 55 Secret street
They made love and by the seventh wave
She knew she had a problem
She thought real love is real scary
Money only pays the rent
Love is forever that's all your life
Love is heaven sent -- it's glamorous

Day 4: Blame it on the Rain (Milli Vanilli)

Well, the song must be used on Tuesday. Sitting in the cabin, blogging. Raining. Tom’s already headed to Frank’s cabin to get his reading glasses because he can‘t function.

We don’t know what our game plan is today. Breakfast. I heard water park. I heard spa. I heard casino. Don’t know if there is any indoor miniature golf.

Courtesy of Metro Lyrics (www.metro lyrics.com)

You said you didn't need her
You told her good-bye (good-bye)
You sacrificed a good love
To satisfy your pride
Now you wished
That you should have her (have her)
And you feel like such a fool
You let her walk away
Now it just don't feel the same
Gotta blame it on something
Gotta blame it on something

Blame it on the rain (rain)
Blame it on the stars (stars)
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
Blame it on the rain yeah yeah
You can blame it on the rain
Get
Ooh, ooh (ooh)
I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand the rain
I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand the rain
Yeah, yeah
Should've told her you were sorry (sorry) huh
Could have said you were wrong
But no you couldn't do that. No, no
You had to prove you were strong ooh
If you hadn't been so blinded (blinded)
She might still be there with you
You want her back again
But she just don't feel the same
Gotta blame it on something
Gotta blame it on something

Blame it on the rain that was falling, falling
Blame it on the stars that did shine at night
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
Blame it on the rain yeah yeah

You can blame it on the rain
Cos the rain don't mind
And the rain don't care
You got to blame it on something
(Blame it on the rain)
(Blame it on the stars)
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
Blame it on the rain yeah, yeah
You can blame it on the rain
Girl

Ooh, ooh (ooh)
Girl
I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand the rain
I can't, I can't. I can't, can't stand the rain

Get
Girl
(Whatever you do...)
(Blame it on the rain yeah, yeah) x 3
You can blame it on the rain, blame it on the rain,
blame it on the rain baby
(Blame it on the rain yeah yeah)
Blame it on the stars that did shine that night
(Blame it on the rain yeah yeah)
Blame it, blame it on the rain
woo
I'm walking
I'm walking

Walking in the rain
Walking in the rain

(Rain, rain)
(Stars, stars)
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
(Blame it on the rain)
yeah yeah
(Blame it on the rain)
that keeps falling, falling
(Blame it on the stars)
that did shine that night
Whatever you do don't put the blame on you
Blame it on the rain yeah yeah
Blame it on the rain (rain, rain)


I think after our afternoon I could technically call us “Crazy, Sexy, Cool” -- well, maybe the crazy (and realize that this is the name of the album from TLC, not a song -- and it‘s 1994, not in the 80s). We head to have breakfast with the group. Leisurely -- something that doesn’t happen to our grab and dash pace of normal breakfasts. It’s been raining pretty good and we don’t really have an agenda. Bring up antiquing and we are met with lots of no’s to that. Don’t know what they have against antiquing. So, back we head to the cabins to do some work -- and watch quality morning TV (sadly mixed in with the waffle and bra commercials are tributes to Robin Williams who supposedly hanged himself and has “escaped his demons.”).

 And, we keep looking at the radar. Doesn’t take long for Ron to be texting us first, about bowling. Then, about golf. It’s raining, but not pouring. “Light mist to sprinkles,” we’ll call it. Tom calls up about tee times and Alpine is booked for the day, but we can play Monument in an hour. Sure. We know we have 6 people (Tom, me, Ron, Paul, Jeff, Cory). Frank is talking about his “systic nerve” per Ron and Pete was going to sleep. Then, Frank is in and supposedly only Pete is out (I could have taken bets on this outcome).

We gear up and head to the course -- and on the way, the “light mist to sprinkles” is really rain. Hmmm. Get there and Ron is already walking to the truck -- but just to drop off a pair of shoes. Walk up and Pete is there. Guess he couldn’t be the man left behind. And as Ron states, “I came here to play, not to read no magazines.“

We decide on a Nassau scramble -- our cabin vs. their cabin. No handicaps. No mulligans (or so we played since we didn‘t clearly establish the rules up front). Up we head with Pete, Frank, Ron and Paul leading the way. We’ll follow. It is raining pretty good.

And raining even more when we tee off (after Cory almost slides their cart sideways into ours, locking up the brakes on a wet cart path down a hill). Birdie the first, taking my dinky five-iron drive leaving us 210 yards out. We have a pretty decent strategy most of the holes -- me occasionally hitting first to make sure we have a good one safe so the rest can swing really hard.

 The rain really doesn’t let up. And we’re waiting for a cart girl, but figure pretty quickly we won’t see one and will have to wait until the shack in the meadow next to the 12th hole. On hole 8 we wonder why we haven’t seen the others for a while -- thinking they were either playing fast or quit a while ago (why Tom’s phone kept ringing).

 Until we see them driving up towards 8 from the Alpine course (they cross over). Seems they took a wrong turn and played the wrong hole before they realized it.

 Wind picks up while we wait for them to play 8. I think 8 is a really pretty hole. There’s a bunker pretty much the entire right side. Narrow fairway. Trees down the left.

 8 is also where Jeff starts talking about quitting at the shack on 9. We tell him the shack is on  12, not 9, but he can quit on 9 if he wants. He continues on. Get to the shack and it’s closed (if it were open, he might have continued -- or stayed there and waiting on us to finish). Needless to say, no open shack, no beer. But, maybe at the cart barn so Cory goes to drop Jeff off there -- the Beach House has a bar across the street for him to wait while we finish up.

Now we get to alternate Jeff’s shots amongst the three of us. Works out well, but the chilly and wind aren’t. It does seem to stop raining -- a bit. Even if we don’t want to, we’re going to finish this round of golf.

Get to 18 and it’s not a hole I’m going to get to in 2. But, Tom and Cory can. And Cory has two second shots thanks to Jeff. First one (Jeff’s) goes into the water. But the second one is the shot of the day -- five feet from the pin. We make birdie to finish up winning the front, the total and tying the back. $10 a piece.

Since Jeff is at the bar at the Beach House, we load up the minivan with our wet stuff and head over there for a drink. Frank and them head out -- Pete wants a hot shower, NOW.

 But, we haven’t sat down and guess who walks in. Frankie turned the truck around to meet us for a drink. Tom gets Pete to pay up his $10. Frank pays me. Cory collects from Ron and Jeff from Paul. A bit of talk about Jeff bailing. Kinda like a Mikey walking off of Woodbridge. Jeff is the Mikey of Michigan.

 Tonight is “whitefish on a plank” dinner night. Frank has been talking and talking and talking about it and there is a restaurant down the road from Boyne Mountain (Mountain Grill, I believe) that we’ll go to. Have to have the timing calculations down for a meet up. Head back to the cabin to shower and unwind -- Jeff and Cory try out the hot tub. Cory to take the chill out from playing all 18. Jeff to take the chill out from hanging out at the Beach House while we played the rest of the round.

The Mountain Grill is pretty unpretentious from the outside -- and the inside. We get there first and find our location at the table -- one thing about there being another lefty on the trip is that it’s easy to find who to sit next to. We also know that people on the trip have certain places they like to sit -- so  Tom and Jeff chose those seats (poke, poke). Waitress takes our drink order -- she isn’t a beer connosieur (sp) so she’s not much of a help to Tom -- but brings a can and a bottle for him to look at to decide. He decides on Pick Axe Blonde. I go for an Oberon. And Jeff and Cory Diet Coke and Crown. We get our beers but takes a while for their drinks to come -- I think she went across the street to the market to buy their Crown. The rest get there -- drink orders take a while -- Frank’s the longest because she admits that she did send someone across the street to get his Bacardi. Frank, the gentleman that he is, tried to change his order but it’s too late. They all order fish items -- debate over the difference between perch and whitefish and maybe some other kind of fish. Since I can’t eat it, I don’t pay much attention, even though the conversation gets pretty lively. The whole dinner is pretty lively since a few cocktails have been had.

Then back to the cabin so that everyone can be fresh for “Liz’s Day” at Bay Harbor. Paul keeps asking if this is my favorite course and why it’s “my day.” He’ll find out. Frank’s told me he’s wearing lime green shirt and white belt and lime green shorts (the outfit I told him a few weeks ago he needed to wear to Bay Harbor). Paul will wear beige. Jeff probably as well, since I haven’t seen much color.

But, on the way back to the cabin, we stop for beer (and candy for Cory who is a Now and Later kind of addict) and Jeff and Cory try to use the ATM. Doesn’t work, but there is quite a debate about it. So, Tom decides ice cream is needed and I tell him I think there is a Kilwins at the Lodge. There is. So Jeff and Cory head in to continue this ATM outing while Tom and I get ice cream.

The ATM debate continues back at the cabin -- having trouble following it, but it involves doubling down and a call to Jeff’s wife, Julie. And Tom and I being witnesses. This “one act” continues for a good 30 minutes.

After this debate, turns to “name that tune.” I am out of it when it comes to classic rap, 90s, current, but pretty good at songs from the 80s. 90s, This could go on, so I head to bed to get rested up for Bay Harbor leaving Jeff and Cory to debate about something.

Day 3: Just Can’t Get Enough (Depeche Mode)/Arthur Hills and Heather

Normally it seems we start our morning on the Heather and end on the Hills. Today, it’s reverse so we head to the Highlands in the morning for breakfast -- with a strategic rendezvous with Frank and their cabin in front of the Lodge, stopping at 7-11 on the way (one of my coffee rituals).

Buffet breakfast then drive over to Hills to tee off. Today I’m playing with Pete, Ron and Cory -- Tom and Frank and Paul and Jeff are in the group behind us (we figured out that Jeff is the one slowing down the pace of play). Cory is looking to string two shots in a row together (excluding putts). He does so on the first hitting the fairway, then just off the green -- and sinking the putt for his first birdie in Michigan. Follows up with a par. I then offer him some Baileys for his coffee and it doesn’t do his game justice (he says it’s my fault). But I par the third for a net birdie to match Pete’s birdie so we’re still up on the match.





Talk of what a provisional mulligan is on the next hole. Ron’s not a big fan of them, especially since Cory finds his ball and plays it. Doesn’t matter anyway since Ron didn’t do a good job on the hole and I think I won it. The marshal comes up to me and asks if we played this hole “a little faster than the last.”





End our day and then off to the Bob In Again! Tom and I are so excited. The rest, not so much. Mint Oreo is the flavor of the day so a Bear Claw it is. A few order food as well. Then back to the cabins. Keep looking at the weather and Tuesday doesn’t look good weather wise. Tom makes a decision and calls and changes our tee times for Tuesday at Bay Harbor -- moving it to Wednesday. Means we will be ditching Black Lake and Elkridge -- but, we won’t be rained out on Bay Harbor day (not possible) -- and, we have later tee time. And, we have more time on the patio for lunch! Wednesday is now Liz’s day.



Tom, Jeff and Cory head over to Frank’s -- and I head to bed, putting on an Icy Hot backwrap (two reasons -- loosen my back and to get warm because Cory has cranked the AC and it’s at about 59 degrees in the house).

Just Can’t Get Enough (Depeche Mode)
When I'm with you baby
I go out of my head
And I just can't get enough
And I just can't get enough

All the things you do to me
And everything you said
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough

We slip and slide as we fall in love
And I just can't seem to get enough of

We walk together
We're walking down the street
And I just can't get enough
And I just can't get enough


Every time I think of you
I know we have to meet
And I just can't get enough
And I just can't get enough

It's getting hotter, it's a burning love
And I just can't seem to get enough of

And when it rains
You're shining down for me
And I just can't get enough
And I just can't get enough

Just like a rainbow
You know you set me free
And I just can't get enough
And I just can't get enough

You're like an angel and you give me your love
And I just can't seem to get enough of

Just can't seem to get enough
Just can't seem to get enough
Just can't seem to get enough
Just can't seem to get enough

Just can't seem to get enough
Just can't seem to get enough
Just can't seem to get enough
Just can't seem to get enough

Just can't seem to get enough
Just can't seem to get enough
Just can't seem to get enough
Just can't seem to get enough