Day 6: True North

Monday we're supposed to play True North in the morning and then added BlackLake (don't know if it's still owned by the UAW anymore) since we couldn't figure out what to do with an afternoon off (antiquing didn't really interest anyone but me and Tom). True North is in the boonies (just past Boyne Highlands courses) so we stop for a nutritional breakfast at McDonalds (after stopping at 7-11 for my coffee). Turn left at the church (Tom mentions that if they ever get rid of the church, he'll miss the road).

I don't know how these courses can stay in business because they never seem crowded, they are in amazing condition, and the staff is supberb. And, they only get play a few months out of the year. But, that's why we keep coming back.

Again, Bob and Mark are amazed by True North, like they are with all of the courses. Tom and I are amazed at how much lusher True North is this year -- guess Michigan received a lot of rain. Normally you can hit it in the gunk and find your ball. Yes, we have quite a few "gunk moments." This year, finding your ball was pretty tough -- but Bob found plenty to replace them often coming out with a handful of balls. Our cart woman -- Shelly (sp) was amazing. We must have seen her every 3-4 holes.

Lunch on the patio. Great food at True North. Few beers (of course). Our Wisconsin trip has us ordering more Leinenkugal Summer Shandy than Oberon, but we mix it up a bit.  While we're ordering lunch, we have a thought: how about bagging Black Lake and seeing how much it costs to play True North again -- less driving and the course definitely doesn't "suck." For $70 replay fee, we're in!

We start off on True North again. Don't know if our tummies were full or what -- but pretty much all of us couldn't hit the side of a barn at the beginning. At least we all have good attitudes about it. Mark, I believe, shoots a 50+ on the front if that tells the story. And, with those kinds of scores, not a whole lot of trash (well, a lot, but not the ones that make $$). But, turn the corner on the back nine. It's like a fresh start.

Dinner. Well, no one but me and Tom seemed terribly excited about dinner again at the Bob In (sniff, sniff). So, we eat at some place -- chain, oh no! -- near the casino. Wasn't bad, but wasn't the Bob In Again (sniff, sniff).

Tuesday's Bay Harbor, so we need to get rested up.