http://prepaid365awards.co.uk/azilect-coupons-discounts/ The Friday forecast was for thunderstorms all day long: on wunderground.com, the little icon for every hour of the day was a dark cloud with a lightning bolt streaking out of it. But Barney, Mike B., Tim D., and I decided keep our morning tee time at the Links at Union Vale, about an hour west of where we live. And we were right to ignore the forecast. During our round, there wasn’t even a distant hint of thunder, and we had a total of maybe ten minutes of light rain. Mike B., above, was the only one of us to carry an umbrella, and he used it only briefly. We all took off our rain jackets after a few holes, and wished we’d worn shorts. And, because other golfers have more faith in meteorologists than we do, we had the place virtually to ourselves.
The course was built in the late nineties by New York City golfers. A group of Irish players from Van Cortlandt, Pelham Bay/Split Rock, and other munis in the metropolitan area got fed up with the summer crowds and decided to build a place of their own within weekend commuting distance. Roughly eighty of them bought shares, at ten thousand dollars apiece, then found two hundred acres of cattle-grazing farmland and hired Stephen Kay and Doug Smith to design a course for them. The investors knew of Kay because he had done some work on the bunkers at Van Cortlandt and because he had designed an Irish-style course, the Links of North Dakota, that they liked very much. He built the course for about two and a half million dollars—a pittance even then.
Many of Union Vale’s members belong to one or another of the many Irish golf associations in and around New York City. They allow themselves preferential tee times and charge themselves reduced fees, but their club is open to everyone. The course itself looks and plays more than a little like an Irish links course, and every tee box is sponsored by a different metropolitan-are Irish golf club, and the clubhouse is well stocked with Guinness. We paid the winter rate—thirty-five bucks for eighteen holes, walking—and we’re going back next Friday, forecast be damned.
Good read.
And forecast be damned indeed.
Fall Golf has a charm all its own. Here in Colorado it can mean teeing off in 35-degree and cloudy weather and peeling off layers as it hits 65 and sunny by the turn. Now, with the return of Standard Time, the final holes are often played with the morning layers of fleece back in place. The golf bag’s side compartment growing and shrinking with the movement of the thermometer and clouds. It’s an interesting fraternity.
David, we miss you!! Please, post more.
The commissioner of our tour uses four weather apps, and always picks the more optimistic forecast when deciding when to play.
I’ve been lazy for quite a while. But who knows? And thank you!
If you need a forth let me know!! Love the Links!!
Fall golf with friends is the best!
Glad to have you posting again! I’ve missed you since June.
Thanks for the post! Enjoyed reading it as I love fall golf! I always pack in layers and sometimes keep a pair of shorts in the bag to change into at the turn!