The fog is white and thicker than yogurt. The air is arctic and drops of drizzle land on my camera lens. Yes, we are having fun! It’s called golf!
Mark Twain was right. The coldest winter he had ever spent was a summer in San Francisco. Well, close enough. We are tackling the Spy Glass Hill course on the Monterey Peninsula in California. A friendly enough golf course … if you can see it!
The fire place in our room at The Lodge at Pebble Beach will help us thaw out after the next nine holes. Having survived the first nine means we can to anything!