“Gee, they sure have a lot of golf courses here,” I said, as we drove on to Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, this evening.
(I knew that.)
But golf isn’t going to happen on this trip. I didn’t bring my clubs. Well, actually I did bring my putter, golf shoes, two sleeves of golf balls and my golf glove on the chance I’d play with my friend in St. Petersburg. In that case, I would have borrowed or rented clubs. No big deal.
Frankly, when you go on vacation with a wife, two daughters and their personal effects it can be difficult to find room for golf clubs. I’m not complaining, although I would have liked to play one round.
Hilton Head was a spontaneous decision as we headed home today for the Blue Ridge Mountains. Tomorrow we might spend the day on the island, or we’ll head straight for the mountains.
Either way, I’ll try not to drool too much as we pass the nearby fairways and golf resorts.
The Armchair Golfer