Hiding in plain sight. Golf courses are often in cities or suburbs, and may be behind a gate, for Members Only. I don’t play golf, but in the past few years I have been fortunate enough to be able to tag along with the golfers, and take pictures. A couple of years ago, my husband and I went to Reno for a Ricochet meet up. One of the planned activities was a golf outing in North Lake Tahoe, at the Old Brockway course
. The Reno/Tahoe area is pretty dry, and the course there was bounded by Ponderosa Pine trees. All those green lawns take lots of water to keep up, so you really appreciate them. Don’t you think these are beautiful?
Earlier this month, I tagged along with the golfers at the Mill Creek Golf Course, as an activity of my 50th high school class reunion (see my earlier post here at Calling-all-RushBabes). Mill Creek is just south of where I live, and I had never been to the Country Club before. It was a crisp October morning, and the course was still a bit frosty when we got started. Here’s what I saw first.
Golf carts as far as the eye could see! All charged-up and ready to go.
The garden right at the beginning of the course was especially pretty that day. Early in the day, the shadows were very long, across the grassy fairways.
The course is very hilly, and many times I had to hang on tightly to avoid being pitched out of my seat when the grade steepened. Fortunately, there was good signage.
The course was just so beautiful that day, I was a picture-taking fool!
There are many private residences around the edge of the course, and the homeowners have pretty gardens and other plantings.
That’s somebody’s back yard, with the Japanese Maple trees.
When I started to get “green-saturated”, I’d look up. The sky was pretty spectacular all day.
And then, when we were all done, we stood and listened to this gentleman. I could hear him from the last two holes, way in the distance.
So much restful beauty, cleverly concealed.