Perry Park, near Larkspur, is a magnificent course. A slightly errant drive can hit one of the many beautiful red rock formations, one being smack in the middle of the fairway. The greens are tough, but what greens aren’t tough when your putting skills are inadequate? However, as I endure the incessant provocations of missed putts, the frustrations quickly neutralized by the baby fox (kits?) happily playing near the green! Additionally, deer quizzically gaze at my not-so-perfect shots as if to question why on earth I’m pursuing this sport. One day an elk looked on furtively.
The two courses at Castle Pines are unequivocally the classiest I’ve ever enjoyed. (I’ve played many resort courses from Hawaii to Florida – none compare!) Even the restrooms on the course are amazingly constructed! While haloed in the splendor of one of the elevated tee boxes, views of Devil’s Head near Sedalia leave the most calloused person saying, “WOW”.
During the 80′s, I was a member of the Pinery CC, near Parker. Recently I revisited that course as a guest. A splendid renovation has been completed, leaving the club so updated and charming. Side hill lies on the Mountain Course and can pulverize even the stoutest ego. (Have you noticed how we golfers are far more affable when we are playing well?) The wildflowers are abundant and as colorful as a spring bouquet. The beauty of the mountains in the distance makes me quickly forget the burdens of my self-imposed bondage,i.e. GOLF!
You know golf. Seductive. One good shot, one good hole, and before you leave the course you are making the next tee-time and looking for a foursome. If I could just stay “in golf” and out of “ego”, perhaps my golfing language wouldn’t be so X-rated and I’d be an incarnation of purity! Worthy goal, I say with wisdom and clarity.
Guest Blogger: Augusta P.


