Sometimes you find yourself on the right golf course at the right time.
Early on a clear Sunday morning, my dad and I teed off on the back nine at Pacific Grove Golf Links. We couldn’t see the flights of our initial shots.
But then: light.
I have spent plenty of early mornings on the back nine at PG Golf Links, and many of them have been lovely. But the 7 AM hour on October 28th was different. It was like a Hudson River School painting come to life. And I got to share it with my dad.
Mornings like this, and places like Pacific Grove, are why golf matters to me. Everything else—equipment, swing technique, the PGA Tour, golf Twitter—is peripheral.