The boardwalk passed the Estela Golf Club today. We were watching some players and the woman shouted a “bom Caminho” at us. We got about a dozen of those today.
In my youth I wasted a lot of my precious time on Earth watching golf on TV. Youthful indiscretion. But I did learn that on seaside golf courses, like Pebble Beach, putts break towards the ocean, or maybe it was away from the ocean. That made me think of the old joke about heaven and hell not being that different. In heaven you get to play golf all day and in hell you have to watch golf all day.
In the rough on either side of the narrow fairway looks like it would be easy to find one’s ball. That’s the upside. On the other hand, a slice might land the ball in the ocean. Just feeling the ocean breeze might would increase the fear of slicing which of course would increase the chances of that occurring. Much safer golfing in the desert.