In more than 12 years of visiting hundreds of golf course web sites, I had never come across one that published higher rates for seniors than for everyone else. But earlier this week, while doing some research on long-established golf courses, I found one that published a weekday rate for seniors that, at $33, was 25 cents higher than for all other golfers.
The golf course is Boscobel, an upstate South Carolina fixture that opened originally mid-Depression in 1933 and is located just minutes from Clemson University and its well-regarded Walker Golf Course. Boscobel’s layout was designed by Fred Bolton but was refreshed a few decades later by the more celebrated Russell Breeden.
Ten years ago, Craig Distl, a Carolina public relations professional and golfer, reviewed Boscobel and wrote, “I love the routing. It flows nicely along knolls and valleys. And, I love the slick bent grass greens. They hint of Donald Ross architecture.” Craig had launched a web site back then called Off The Beaten Cart Path; it passed to me about eight years ago, and I intend to re-launch the site in the next few weeks. Craig’s review of Boscobel will be included.
Boscobel has been through a couple of ownership changes since Craig’s review, and the offending web page with the senior discount in reverse is a legacy of a prior owner. I am happy to report that, from a discussion with a gentleman in Boscobel’s pro shop named Mike, a lifetime member of the PGA, I can report that senior rates on weekdays are now just $29, $11 less than what everyone else pays. Better yet, Mike informed me that the course had just reopened the day before we spoke, sporting new T1 bent grass greens.
Bent grass greens are rare as far south as the Clemson area, but Mike said the course has always had bent grass greens and the new owners wanted to honor that tradition. (Note of bias from a New Englander: Bent grass greens are the best putting surface, true and generally faster than other turfs.) In addition, more than 200 trees had been taken out around the green areas to promote grass growth. The new owners, Mike added, intend to work on the tee boxes and other aspects of the golf course in 2020.
I plan to stop at Boscobel for a round of golf sometime in the first half of 2020. I will be 72 by then and may ask for a super senior rate.
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The first time my son and I played in what was once called the Father/Son Event in Myrtle Beach, SC, he was eight years old. A few years later, we won our flight of 10 teams, mostly because, at age 11, he was permitted to play from the ladies tees. (He probably was hitting the ball 200 yards by then.) Win or lose, we always had a great time at the Father/Son, which is today called Family Week and includes father and daughter and mother and daughter competitions. I recommend Family Week, which will be held July 15 to 18 next year, to all who want to spend a few fun days competing with their child on some very nice golf courses. (Note: I have no relationship with the organizers and write this purely out of nostalgia.) This will be the 23rd year of the event.
The Parent/Child definition is rather loose. An uncle can play with a niece or nephew, for example. Indeed, the only qualification is that a generation separates the older and younger players (and that you have established handicap ratings).
The golf part of Family Week, which also includes food and beverage at tournament events, lunch on the course and a few hundred dollars worth of golfing swag per team, extends over three days. The three nine-hole rounds start with a best ball competition, then a Texas Scramble, followed by Captain’s Choice. (When we played, the second round was a pure alternate shot event.). The only difference between Texas Scramble and Captain’s choice is that each competitor must contribute a minimum of six tee shots in the Texas Scramble format; otherwise it is what most of us know as a scramble.
Selection of which of the eight courses competitors play on each day is random. The courses include Thistle Club, Arcadian Shores, Pine Lakes International, Glen Dornoch, Shaftesbury Glen, Barefoot Resort, Legends Heathland Course and Wachesaw Plantation East, former host of an LPGA event.
The team fee of $995 may seem pricey but when you figure in the food and drink, the roughly $500 worth of gifts per team (including a $150 gift card per player that can be used at any of the host golf courses or at the event’s online store), three rounds of golf and the fun and priceless bonding across two generations, consider it an inexpensive golf vacation.
For more information, visit the Myrtle Beach Family Week website.
It takes quite an investment in time to get to Edisto Island (pronounced with the accent on “Ed”) in a remote area of the South Carolina coastline, some 40 miles from Highway 17. And once you are there, it still takes some doing to get to the Plantation Golf Course on a peninsula that juts into the Atlantic Ocean on the southern tip of the island.
Andy Litteral of Richmond, VA is a faithful reader of this blog site and our newsletter, and a frequent golf partner when I am in Virginia. Andy made the trip to Edisto in September, accompanying his wife, Anna, who attends annual reunions there with a group of friends from college. Andy played the Plantation course and wrote a review which will help me kick off a new web site, OffTheBeatenCartPath, that will debut before year’s end. But his pre-round warm-up is worth mentioning in advance.
The Plantation course offers no practice range, although it has a couple of hitting nets, which doesn't help you to gauge distance. The only way to properly warm up for a round is to drive 10 minutes north to the Edisto Driving Range. Andy found no attendant waiting to take his $5 and present him with his bucket of balls. Instead, he found what he described as an array of buckets that reminded him of the line in the movie Forrest Gump that described “life (as) a box of chocolates.” A row of buckets awaited him, most bearing a generous assortment of golf balls in white and yellow, some striped, some not. Above them was a sign that touted an honor system that invited the golfer to drop $5 in the adjacent box and take a bucket of balls.
After the end of the peak season (Labor Day), the practice range is empty for periods of time, and it would be easy to grab a “box of chocolates” without paying the modest $5. But golf is based on honesty, and whoever owns the range surely depends on that. The Edisto Driving Range and its weather-beaten shack, according to Andy, look as if they have been there for decades. Whoever owns the place has counted on the honesty of golfers and, in the long run, apparently it has paid off.
We are a ranking-crazy nation, especially this time of the year when multiple organizations rate college football teams. (What an entertaining game LSU vs Alabama was this past Saturday!). Search online for a restaurant recommendation, for example, in a town you are traveling to and you will need to claw your way through multiple best of lists.
And so it is with best towns to retire to or best towns to live in. No two rating agencies agree, and virtually all of them have some subjective bias, if only based on how they weight the factors that determine their choices. Financial web sites will tilt toward the economic, more mainstream journals will emphasize culture and entertainment. That leaves many of use wondering what “real” people think of the best places to live.
TopRetirements.com, a web site I turn to a few times a week for discussions about best places to live, measures “best” in a unique way – it bases its choices on the specific interests of its readers. The more times readers access information about a specific town, the higher that town is rated on TopRetirements’ best of lists.
The site recently published its latest rankings for the Southeast Region and, once again, Asheville, NC, tops its list. In the upcoming Home On The Course newsletter, we provide a rundown on Asheville and the other towns that made the grade.
Nagging aches and pains are part of my golf game these days. One especially annoying set of “problems” imposed themselves on me during a recent round yet, despite them, I played some of my best golf in years – at least for seven holes. And that caused me, no New York Yankee fan, to think of the Hall of Famer Mickey Mantle. Why, you ask? For the answer, please sign up for our free Home On The Course by clicking here.
Getting to and from Hartford, CT, by plane is neither easy nor cheap. Most flights from anywhere to Hartford involve at least one change of planes and a few hundred dollars minimum. Other medium-sized market airports are in the same boat (sorry, mixed transportation metaphor). But thanks to the low-fare, few frills Spirit Airlines, golfers across the Midwest and Northeast have cheap access to one of the nation’s major golf markets, Myrtle Beach where, even after the loss of a couple of dozen golf courses in the last decade, golfers still have a choice of more than 90 layouts within an easy reach of their hotel or resort.
Based on my own recent experience, Spirit provides excellent service at a low cost, with the options to make yourself even more comfortable on an a la carte basis. I flew from Hartford, CT, non-stop to Myrtle Beach last week for just $56. To enhance the experience, I paid an extra $30 for an exit row seat giving me the ability to stretch my legs straight out. I had stuffed all my electronics and toiletries into my backpack which was small enough to qualify as a free “personal” item. If I had been toting a carry-on bag, I would have been assessed another fee. And if I had checked another bag and/or my golf clubs, the register would have kept ringing. (I had flown from Myrtle to Hartford a week earlier with my golf clubs, and they arrived safe and on-time.) Even with the extra charges, Spirit is cheaper than competing airlines, none of which fly non-stop from Hartford to Myrtle Beach. (Note that Spirit service is only during spring and summer on that route.)
The plane was only half full, immaculately clean and we took off and arrived on time (actually a few minutes early). Myrtle Beach has upgraded its airport significantly over recent years, and it now provides a comfortable atmosphere in which to arrive or to await your return flight home.
The other 22 cities from which you can catch a non-stop Spirit flight to/from Myrtle Beach include Minneapolis, Kansas City, Indianapolis, Columbus (OH), Pittsburgh, Plattsburgh (NY), Niagara Falls, Philadelphia and Baltimore.
If you would like to arrange to visit any golf communities in the Myrtle Beach area that match your preferences for a golf home, please contact me.
Many golfers, me included, love firm and fast greens as long as the greens are not too small and entrance points are generous. Columbia, SC’s eponymous country club, which actually moved decades ago from the city to the suburb of Blythewood, features enormous greens with all but the front-located pins accessible via shots played to the front third of the putting surfaces. On a 6,000-yard layout, from the white tees, most approaches should be lofted enough to not bound off the back.
But when it has rained hard for two days before your round, and your well struck drives are backing up in the soggy fairways, you expect the greens to follow suit and be receptive to your five and six irons. That was not the case this past Sunday, when I played the course with members of the South Carolina Golf Rating Panel. One of the ladies in our group had an amazing day of chipping and posted a score in the low 80s. The rest of the foursome saw too many shots bounce over the greens, leaving mostly downhill chips shots to the extremely fast greens. (The pro shop attendant mentioned a reading of about 12 on the stimpmeter, a rare speedy condition even for private clubs).
The Ellis Maples designed Columbia Country Club features three nines, and we played the Tall Pines and Ridgewood nines. (Lakeside is the other nine, shorter and sportier, the members in our group told us.) The Tall Pines/Ridgewood combo carries a rating of 70.4 and slope of 132 which, for a layout of 6,200 yards, is spells big challenge for a bogey golfer. But on this day, with the combination of shorter drives, longer approaches and firm greens that were not easily dented, both the rating and slope measures were light to the challenge.
Columbia, like many private clubs looking for supplementary income, will accept outside play from those passing through the area. (Call ahead.) It would be a good choice. All in all, the Columbia layout that winds its way through the tall pines is an impressive challenge, especially under milder late spring or early summer conditions. Understand that the city of Columbia has a reputation for being the hottest summer spot in all of the Carolinas. When I mentioned that to my cart mate, a local resident member of the club, he responded: “No, it is the hottest in the U.S.” If you are lucky enough to play the course, don’t forget to hydrate.
Columbia Country Club in Blythewood is set in an older neighborhood that developed slowly over time and features a mix of classic and modern homes. Lot prices are mostly between $70,000 and $100,000 and few in number; homes begin in the high $200s with the sweet spot appearing to be around $400,000. Blythewood is just 20 minutes up the interstate from Columbia, the state capital, and home to the large University of South Carolina. If you would like more information on Columbia Country Club and other golf communities in the area, contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I will put you in touch with Mike Wyka, a golfer and terrific real estate professional for the area.
Quality of play aside, the ingredients for a great round of golf are weather, pace of play and an interesting and challenging layout. Oh, and if you can stop at the world’s best donut shop on the way to the golf course, you are bumping up against perfection.
It doesn’t get any better than my round on Tuesday at The Ranch Golf Club in Southwick, MA.
First, the donut. Mrs. Murphy’s is in an unassuming building in the center of Southwick, less than two miles from The Ranch. It is always crowded with locals huddled at the counters, sipping on excellent coffee and often chomping on a second donut of the morning. Every donut I have had at Mrs. Murphy’s over the last 20 years has nailed the combination of crispy/crunchy on the outside and perfectly cakey on the inside (except for the jelly or cream-filled varieties, which substitute a tasty center, or the glazed donut which has the slightly bouncy sponginess indicative of the genre). On this day, I chose the jelly stick, essentially a long cruller injected with jam; I ate it on the way to the course, even though I was an hour early for my online generated tee time.
The Ranch, which was designed by someone few of us have heard of, Damian Pascuzzo, is set at the foothills of the Berkshire Mountains, and its most dramatic holes – the 9th, 16th and 18th – play off a steep mountain down roller coaster fairways toward greens that are well protected by water hazards. The drives from on high are real testosterone restorers, as a well struck ball can bound down the hill as many as 300 yards out. That means on the par 5 9th, for example, you have a shot at the green in two strokes on the 500 yard hole, as long as you can loft your approach shot over the pond that guards the front of the putting surface.
I love short par 4s, and two at The Ranch are a mixed bag. The 2nd hole, at 341 yards from the white tees I played (6,103 yards total) plays much shorter since it is a sharp dogleg right and the trees between tee box and fairway are easily surmounted by a fairway metal. I skied my 3-wood over the trees and had just 75 yards into the green. The 6th hole is another story. It is about the same distance but with bunkers guarding the entire straight line to the green, and a narrow spit of fairway to the right. Options from the tee are either drive over the bunkers to a narrow neck of fairway or play short on the right, leaving a tricky approach to an elevated and narrow green.
I have seen the community of nicely landscaped homes beside a few holes on the course grow incrementally over the two decades I have played the course. I noted three new homes were in various states of construction as I made my way around the course. It is anecdotal, but this could be an indication that the local housing market is pretty strong. Massachusetts is a high tax state, and Southwick is a bit off the beaten path, although the medium-sized city of Springfield is a half hour commute away. Lots for sale in the community run about $100,000, with the few homes I have seen listed for sale anywhere from $500,000 to $900,000. There are no condos or townhouses on the property.
The temperature at game time for my round was 54, and it gradually warmed up to the mid 60s as I came down the last fairway. Sunshine was abundant and the leaves on the surrounding trees and the distant mountains were probably at peak, vivid in their oranges and reds mixed in with the green of those trees that either hadn’t turned color yet or never will, like the sugar maple. (We have a few of those in New England.) My tee time was set for 9:48 a.m. but I arrived just before 9 and the pro shop attendant told me I could play whenever I wanted and that I would probably catch the foursome in front of me in six or seven holes. (I did, but they graciously invited me to play through.)
I don’t get all spooled up about slow play as long as my own pace is consistent. Don’t get me wrong; if I have to wait three to five minutes on every shot, I am as angry as the next guy. But less than a minute or two is well within bounds; it takes a minute to choose a club, assess my options and swing the club a time or two. On this day, though, I did not wait at all except for when I caught the two foursomes that waived me through. Any rushed shots – there were a few – were of my own doing. When I checked my phone just after putting out on the last hole, it read 12:05, under three hours from when I had started. I felt a bit of schadenfreude as I looked at the groups heading for the first tee; they were about to take at least an hour longer than I had.
The compelling features of my round at the Ranch on this day were the greens, which are large and typically challenging. But because nights are cool at the foot of the Berkshires, greens superintendents feel comfortable cutting the grass a little tighter than in the heat of the summer. It took me half the round to stop hitting 12-foot putts four or five feet past the cup. The greens were the fastest I had played all year, but they putted true and left me with no excuses for my multiple three putts.
Located less than a half hour from Bradley International Airport and, combined with a few other outstanding courses in the Hartford/Springfield area, The Ranch could form part of a terrific homemade golf trail. Combine rounds at Keney Park in Hartford, Wintonbury Hills and Gillette Ridge in Bloomfield with one at The Ranch, and you have yourself a long weekend of splendid fly-in golf. If you live in the Greater Hartford/Springfield areas, you are even luckier.
For those who like being on vacation – who doesn’t? -- and wouldn’t mind doing so year-round for the rest of their lives, a resort golf community is an ideal choice. And one with skiing in winter and golf the rest of the year, and the possibility of both for a few weeks in winter, could be the best choice of all for ultra-active couples.
That describes western Virginia’s Wintergreen Resort whose fortunes have been as up and down in its 40 years as the 22 ski slopes that slash vertically along its 3,000-foot mountain. The market has not taken kindly to a lack of investment by the property owners’ association in the '90s, changes of resort owners in recent years and the threat of a gas pipeline along the edge of the community. Prices have been suppressed, and still are, but with stable, experienced management now, potential buyers will find some of the best bargains among Southeast golf communities.
Wintergreen is the subject of one of our most comprehensive golf community reviews ever, in the October issue of our free newsletter, Home On The Course. And the real estate sales office at Wintergreen is offering our subscribers a discount on lodging and a free round of golf. Subscriptions are free by clicking here.
We also have some big news in the October edition of Home On The Course. Before the end of the year we will launch another web site that has nothing to do with real estate but everything to do with quality golf. Hint: The new site is all about golf courses you may have never heard of, but should. We will leave it at that, with much more in the October issue of Home On The Course, which will mail tomorrow. Subscribe for free now.
There is no better time to play golf in New England than the six weeks from mid-September to the end of October (assuming no early winter which, in New England, you can never assume). The nights are cool and give golf course superintendents the confidence to cut greens a little closer than in the heat of the summer. The leaves on the indigenous hardwood trees turn into a kaleidoscope of colors, providing backdrops that make watching a well struck ball in flight more rewarding than usual. I can’t explain it, but as temperatures drop into the 50s and 60s, perfect for those of us who cannot tolerate the heat of summer as much as we once did, the golf courses in New England become less crowded; I’ve played two rounds on typically crowded municipal courses recently in well under four hours after starting in mid-morning.
Needless to say, I am trying to play as much golf in these six weeks as possible, and as many different courses as I can. The last three I have played were two outstanding municipal layouts in Connecticut, and one very private club in between. The first muni is my favorite course in the state, Keney Park, about which I have written in this space a few times. Keney Park, which first opened in 1929 with a nine-hole layout by Devereaux Emmet, is home to some of the most iconic features of classic golf architecture, including rectangular church pew bunkers and a Biarritz green (a gully runs through it). It begins with a very short but tricky par 4 and ends with a par 3 on which you cannot see the pin. In between is a course that demands attention given some of the largest and most demanding greens in public golf.
Last Monday, courtesy of the Junior & Senior Golfing Society of Connecticut, I was invited to play at Bulls Bridge in the mountains of northwest Connecticut, a 15-year-old course about which not much is written because of its private status and out of the way location. It is a stunning and challenging Tom Fazio design, loaded with mountain vistas and, as you might expect, significant changes in elevation. I can’t remember the last time I played a golf course with so many false fronts. The greens were still showing signs of aeration that affected a few putts; I hope the Society returns in the next couple of years for another go at Bulls Bridge, because smooth greens will only add to a terrific golfing experience.
I wrapped up my trilogy of golf at Wintonbury Hills in Bloomfield, a town-run golf course that Pete Dye designed for the princely sum of $1. Wintonbury is not a typical Dye course in that fairway moguls and pot bunkers are kept to a minimum, and there isn’t a railroad tie in sight. But it certainly is no pushover as some holes play dramatically uphill and fairways tilt all the way to the greens on the par 5s, making long hitters think twice about the fate of their long second shots to severely sloped surrounds beside the greens (with significant trouble below). My 70-something playing companion and I were matched up with a 40-year old with a single-digit handicap who had driven an hour to play at Wintonbury; that should tell you something about the quality of the golf course and its challenge.
The only negative aspect of golf in New England this time of the year is that we know it will all come to an end in a matter of weeks, when we will put away the sticks until late March or early April. When play recommences, the fairways will be muddy in spots and turf will be thin. Summer arrives pretty quickly in southern New England, and those who don’t live in here might be surprised at how hot it can get by late June and right through to September.
But then autumn arrives, and golf in Connecticut becomes as good as it gets.
My round of golf at Berkleigh Country Club in Kutztown, PA, started with three pars, about as good a kickoff to a round as I can muster these days. I was playing by myself, and as I prepared for a 15-foot birdie putt on the par 3 third hole, my iPhone rang. The display indicated a call from “Reading (PA) 911.” I answered and the woman on the line asked me if I was okay. I responded that I was, thinking she sounded sincere enough that I should not add, “…and I am playing great!” She had received an “emergency” call from my phone. I apologized profusely even though I had no idea how the call had been made; all I was doing with the phone was taking photos.
After hanging up, I missed the birdie putt and drove the cart to hole #4, a short but uphill par 5. I pulled my tee shot into the rough to the left of the fairway and drove down one of the many extremely bumpy cart paths at Berkleigh; the starter had warned me about them. Halfway up the hill, I received another call from Reading 911, and the same conversation ensued. “I have no idea how it happened,” I said, “but I am going to turn off my phone.”
All I can think is that the extreme vibrations of the golf cart on the cart paths had triggered the calls. I’ve looked online, using the search terms “iPhone vibrations + 911 calls” but haven’t been able to confirm the shaking as the source. In any case, those calls shook me up a bit, and I proceeded to double bogey the par 5 with a succession of chunked and skulled shots. (I can’t blame the entire mediocre round on the calls because I birdied the par 3 6th hole.)
It occurs to me as I write this that those calls to 911 happened on the morning of 9/11. They were just part of a weird and wonderful morning at Berkleigh, which is rated by some online sources as a top 20 public golf course in the rather large state of Pennsylvania. It deserves the honor, as it combines many classic touches that remind one that elevation changes and dramatic fairway contours are fair substitutes for the large bunkering of more modern layouts. It is also in excellent condition, with greens, pockmarked like many public putting surfaces whose golfers can’t be bothered to bend over and fix a ball mark, otherwise smooth and just short of private-club fast.
At $37 including cart – the senior rate -- Berkleigh is a major bargain. Arriving at 9 a.m., mine would be the only car in the lot for the next hour; I didn’t see another soul on the golf course until I reached the back nine. I had noted as I drove through the tree-lined entrance that a beautiful old stone house was deep into restoration; the friendly starter told me it was their clubhouse but had succumbed to mold issues and ¾ of it had been taken down. They expect it to reopen next spring. The temporary pro shop, in a trailer, was in a space no bigger than an average-sized kitchen, but it was well stocked with drinks and snacks.
The golf course played a bit longer than the 6,248 yards listed for the white tees. Although only one par 4 exceeded 400 yards, others played slightly to significantly uphill, leaving me with a relatively high number of fairway wood or hybrid approach shots and justifying a slope rating of 133 against a course rating of 70.1. (Overall par was 72, with the standard array of two par 3s and two par 5s per nine.)
Length notwithstanding, I found the course fair and fun, with a few dogleg par 4s to add diversity to the round, and uniformly interesting par 3s, one over a pond. Water is an element on a few holes where a stream crosses quite close to fairway landing areas. (I rolled into one of them after what I thought was a good drive.) Berkleigh is a course that should probably be played a few times before you will feel comfortable choosing your clubs.
The golf course, which opened in 1926, is credited to Robert White, a Scotsman who was the first President of the Professional Golfer’s Association in 1916 and a founder of the American Society of Golf Course Architects. Traveling golfers may know him best for his design of Pine Lakes International, the oldest layout in Myrtle Beach, which was redesigned about 10 years ago. White has his name on some other notable courses, almost all of them in the New England and Middle Atlantic states. Berkleigh is part of the Byler Golf Trail, a collection of five courses located in the same general area of Pennsylvania. One of the trail’s courses, Iron Valley Golf Club in Lebanon, a P.B. Dye design, also makes the top 20 list of public facilities in the state.
If you should find yourself in eastern Pennsylvania, not far from Interstate 78, I encourage you to stop at Berkleigh for a four-hour (or less) round at a bargain price. Just make sure to turn off your phone as you head out to play.
Berkleigh Country Club
14623 Kutztown Road (Rt. 222)