Snapshots from a Golf Cart – or How to Ruin Your Husband’s Golf Game in One Short Morning 9/23/09

Ted just started playing golf after he retired, so he is relatively new to the game.  Since we have been up here this summer, he has played only once – with Duck, our neighbor.  This morning he got up with golf on the brain.  He walked over and asked Duck if he wanted to play, but he was going off island today.  He came back in the house, looked at me (as if he knew I was his only chance of not having to go alone) and said, “You want to come with me to play 9 holes?” 

Now even that statement is hilarious to me.  He knew I wasn’t going to actually “play” – what he wanted was someone to tag along that he could complain to when he didn’t hit well (or maybe that’s in baseball).  Anyway, it was a cloudy morning, and I didn’t really have any other plans, so I said, “Sure, I’ll bring the camera!”  Ted just rolled his eyes.

He had called yesterday for a tee time (10 a.m.), so we rode our bikes down to the pro shop at the Grand.  Jason, the pro, got us into a cart (the really fun part of this game as far as I’m concerned), and away we went.

The Grand has two courses – the Jewel and the Woods.  They are nine holes each, and the courses are about a mile apart.  When you finish the ninth at the Jewel, you hop on a horse-drawn shuttle for a ride up to the Woods for the second nine.  Ted was only going to play the Jewel.

I admit to knowing just about nothing about golf.  It is a sport, just like football, baseball, tennis, and volleyball.  And, as most of you know by now, if you have been reading this blog for any length of time at all, I am not much of a sports fan.  As my husband will tell you with great enthusiasm, to me they are all GAMES.  People should play games for fun.  Therefore, no one should get all worked up over them.   If you don’t get to watch a football game as it is being played, you can always find out the score the next day – or the next!  To me, it is no big deal!  To Ted, it is the difference between life as we know it and some alternate universe!

As we were driving the cart (excuse me, as Ted was driving the cart) out to the first tee, I called our son Jason in Atlanta. 

“Guess where we are!” I said. 

Jason, who LOVES golf, said, “Where – and don’t tell me the golf course!” 

“Yep,” I said.  “Just about to serve off the first tee!”

Jason said, “You serve in tennis, mom.”

“I knew that,” I said.

Jason told me that I would get a totally different view of the island from the golf course.  He and his wife Blair had played the Jewel last summer when they were here and had come home talking about what a great course it was.

So Ted played golf, and I snapped pictures (making occasional helpful comments on his game).  Here’s the game in pictures – with captions. 

Ted, about to tee off on the first hole of the Jewel.

Ted, about to tee off on the first hole of the Jewel.

 

The fairway for the first hole.  The grass was wet, and the greens were slow (I heard Tiger Wood say that one time).

The fairway for the first hole. The grass was wet, and the greens were slow (I heard Tiger Wood say that one time).

 

In a couple of weeks, this will be one of the most beautiful trees on the island.  I must have taken 20 pictures of it last year from Cadotte Avenue.

In a couple of weeks, this will be one of the most beautiful trees on the island. I must have taken 20 pictures of it last year from Cadotte Avenue.

 

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Can you believe it? Swans on Mackinac Island! NOT! These are actually swan impostors, posted in strategic locations on the golf course to scare away the Canadian Geese. It seems geese hate swans!

 

A beautiful shot down the fairway, over the trees, and into the water (that's the photograph, not Ted's golf shot).

A beautiful shot down the fairway, over the trees, and into the water (that's the photograph, not Ted's golf shot).

 

The steps led to the teebox on this hole.

The steps led to the teebox on this hole.

 

This was just beautiful.  At first I was concerned because it was cloudy, but the clouds filtered the light so the colors were perfect.  I think bright sunshine would have bleached out all the lush greens.

This was just beautiful. At first I was concerned because it was cloudy, but the clouds filtered the light so the colors were perfect. I think bright sunshine would have bleached out all the lush greens.

 

I think it was here that I asked Ted if this was a Par 10 hole.

I think it was here that I asked Ted if this was a Par 10 hole.

 

What can I say except - Wow!

What can I say except - Wow!

 

Another Par 10 hole!

No comment.

 

You can see the top of Turkey Hill through the trees here.  If you look closely, you can see a couple turning the corner from the Governor's Summer Residence, starting down the hill toward town.

You can see the top of Turkey Hill through the trees here. If you look closely, you can see a couple turning the corner from the Governor's Summer Residence, starting down the hill toward town.

 

The highest point of the Jewel.  There is a bench sitting under these trees, and all I wanted to do was sit there and just look out.

The highest point of the Jewel. There is a bench sitting under these trees, and all I wanted to do was sit there and just look out.

 

Another view from that hill.

Another view from that hill.

 

A water hazard, with the Grand in the background.

A water hazard, with the Grand in the background.

 

On one of the last holes, we could look through the trees out over the roofs of town to the water.

On one of the last holes, we could look through the trees out over the roofs of town to the water.

 

How Ted finds all the balls in the odd places he hits them is beyond me.  He told me several times that I am supposed to be watching where the ball goes when he hits it.  I told him I do watch where it is supposed to go - but it never goes there.  He didn't comment.  Probably a good thing.

How Ted finds all the balls in the odd places he hits them is beyond me. He told me several times that I am supposed to be watching where the ball goes when he hits it. I told him I do watch where it is supposed to go - but it never goes there. He didn't comment. Probably a good thing.

 

We were near Cadotte Avenue on the next to last hole.  Carriages and taxis were going by - it was very distracting for Ted, especially when I would wave to everyone.

We were near Cadotte Avenue on the next to last hole. Carriages and taxis were going by - it was very distracting for Ted, especially when I would wave to everyone.

 

Me, in the golfcart.

Me, in the golfcart.

 

Ted, sinking a beautiful putt on the 9th hole.

Ted, sinking a beautiful putt on the 9th hole.

I had a wonderful time “playing golf” with Ted this morning.  He sweetly said he had really enjoyed having me along, so  I asked him when we could do it again.   I feel sure I just misunderstood him, but I could have sworn the words “pigs” and “fly” were in his answer.

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19 thoughts on “Snapshots from a Golf Cart – or How to Ruin Your Husband’s Golf Game in One Short Morning 9/23/09

  1. What a sweet, funny entry. It started my day with a good laugh! You must admit, it was very brave of Ted to ask you to go along………on the other hand, what did he expect?

    Pictures are beautiful.

    Judy

  2. Brenda, you kill me; I am dying laughing. You`re suppose to be taking pictures of the golfer, ( that would be Ted) not the scenery, although that`s beautiful,too. Was that his ball he was fishing out of the lake with his club? I can just see you at the Augusta Green Jacket golf match as an announcer talking about all the beautiful azalias and dog woods and the lush green grass. And all those people standing around. Love this one.

    • You got the point exactly, Marianne! The scenery is what is important, not the GAME!! And yes, he was seeing if he could find his ball in the water – never did. And he was looking for it in the trees – never found that one either. But we had a really good time laughing through all of it. Ted is a very good sport!

  3. Brenda, that is why I play at golf, the scenery is always beautiful on a golf course and you can actually get some exercising when you swing the club. Glad you got the thrill of the ride.

  4. Loved this blog! The scenery was beautiful. You just keep finding different places and they are all so spotless and breath-taking.

    Tell Ted it might be awhile before he plays up to amateur standards!?!
    Wanda

  5. Poor Ted!! He gets no respect. Even Tiger Woods started somewhere. Hope always springs eternal.
    I know a guy who called his wife and invited her to join him for a round… her reply was that she was ready for a good argument and would meet him at the clubhouse.
    A bad day on any golf course is better than a good day at work.
    Keep up the good work.

  6. The boys used to go swimming in the pond (now called a ‘water hazard’!) to hunt for balls when I was in school there. (They may still – I don’t know!)
    Thank you for the beautiful views! I’ve never played there (fooled around on the Wawashkamo one summer) and you don’t get a chance to really walk around unless you play!

    We practiced cross-country skiing on the flat upper part next to the road from the Fort – cross country skiing was a required sport at Mackinac College! And the hill next to Turkey Hill Road made an exciting ‘downhill’ run, on skis or sleds.

  7. Glad to hear of a happy ending for Mr. Kitty! I’m sure he would not make a good “house cat” after all of his years of real freedom. Love to all of the people taking care of him/her!

  8. uh, where is the beer? Ted obviously has not figured out how to REALLY enjoy golf. A beer every two holes is the most important golf tip I ever received.

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