Magical Rounds and Personal Bests

On my annual sojourn to Southern California with hubby, I played some memorable rounds. The day after we arrived, we promptly went out to Encinitas Ranch, which is known as an "easy course" among the locals. I'm not at the point in my game where any course is "easy," but there is something about this place that brings out my best. The staff is super-friendly and we got paired with two affable old gents who smoked cigars but made up for it with their good-natured humor. I happened to be striping my tee shots all day, and at one point, one of the old guys sarcastically remarked, "Booorrring!" which I took to be a compliment.

The highlight of my round was this 150-yard approach shot that landed within inches of the pin:

Shots like that helped me score an 88, which was a nice way to kick off the vacation. Next stop was taking my goddaughter out for her first-ever round of golf. We went to The Loma Club, a 9-hole par 3 course with a kid-friendly vibe. Close to the trendy Liberty Public Market, it also has a hipster vibe, the kind of joint where you can get a beer and a tee time at the same counter. In fact, there is no proper pro shop, just the bar area of the attached pub, where the bartender doubles as the starter. As I was paying for our tee time, she asked, "Do you want a bloody mary with that?" even though it was only 10am.

At that hour, the course was decidedly more kid-friendly than booze-friendly. There was even a golf dad pushing his bag on a pull-cart with one arm and pulling a stroller in the other, while his toddler daughter straggled along, swinging a plastic club.

But my goddaughter is well beyond her first Snoopy set. Here's her first tee shot:

She's got an amazing swing, after only a year of lessons. Look at that extension! And the Loma Club has some sweet views of San Diego from above.

The course even has formidable bunkers that would have most adults quivering in their cleats.

But my goddaughter handled it all with ease. I'm glad I was a part of her first round, and can't wait to see her game progress.

Next stop was Torrey Pines North. The official webpage of Torrey Pines makes it sound like booking a tee time is as hard as snagging a dinner reservation at the hottest 4-star restaurant in town. Last time hubby and I played Torrey Pines North, we showed up at the course around 9am to put our names on the afternoon walk-on list. But that was in the fall, and I thought it would probably be harder to walk on since it was summer. I called the starter to ask about the likelihood of getting a walk-on tee time. He said it's possible but unpredictable, and the easiest way to get a tee time is through the online booking site. While the Torrey Pines official webpage makes it sound like you have to be a San Diego resident to book online, when you actually visit the Torrey Pines Online Reservations site, there is clearly a button for non-residents. "Just keep checking online," said the starter. "People cancel all the time and tee times open up."

As soon as I hung up, I logged on. Like magic, a tee time at 2:05pm for the next day appeared. I felt like I'd just won the lottery. I mean, this is a golf course that charges non-residents a $45 fee for advance booking. But I managed to score a next-day tee time for free (plus the $105 greens fee, of course.) Hubby even took a screenshot of our reservation in case something happened and we'd need it as proof.

Just for fun during the rest of our trip, I continued to check the site for tee times at Torrey Pines. You can book up to 48 hours ahead online, so as long as your schedule is flexible and you look at booking tee times like playing Pokemon (gotta catch 'em all), scoring a decent tee time is very possible. The South course seemed to have more open slots at any given time than the North, perhaps because the South course costs almost twice the price and is a much harder course. It could also be due to the big renovations at the North course last year, which had everyone saying it was like a whole new course.

So how did I play at the "new" North Course? Well, a heck of a lot better than last time. Back then, the kikuyu grass kicked my ass, but this time, the fairways seemed dry and trim, leading to nice rollouts. Even the rough seemed like a million tiny golf tees sticking in the air, so even if my ball landed in them, it remained perched and ready for striking.

But perhaps the biggest change was the addition of shorter forward tees. Before, there were 4 tee grounds, with the shortest being 6122 yards. Now, there are 5 tee sets, with the shortest being 5197 yards. While shorter distance doesn't always mean easy, the lower slope rating indicates a far easier track for ladies and relatively high-handicappers like me.

Looking at the course maps, the you can see that the routing completely changed so that the front and back nines are switched. Here is the old Torrey Pines layout:

Here's the new Torrey Pines North layout:

At the new course, the most scenic holes are on the back nine, which I think is a great change, so tourists like me can try to focus and score well on the front nine, then relax and enjoy the ocean views a little more on the back. 

And that's exactly how my round played out. 

Of course, so many views at this mecca of golf are idyllic, I found myself snapping pictures the whole time.

And looking out for those ever-present paragliders who seem like they could be landing on the putting green ahead.

On the front nine, I shot only 7 over par.

On the back nine, the ocean views overcame me and I shot mostly bogeys.

In the end, I scored a 90 for the round. I was ecstatic, since that's a great score for me at such a reputedly daunting course.

I almost didn't want to play any more golf on the trip because I was afraid to ruin my buzz. But hubby and I decided to play a few more times at some courses we hadn't played in awhile.

One of them was Balboa Park, which still has the best view I've ever seen from a ladies bathroom window.

The course itself is what I would describe as "dystopian." First of all, there are so many planes flying overhead you feel like you're in a war zone. It's also long and hard from the forward tees, and conditions were tough. There were blind tee shots and crazy uphill sideways tee shots and par-3 tee shots requiring driver. Thank goodness, hubby and I decided to ride instead of walk like we did last time. But I still lost a ball in the canyon, just like last time.

After that round, my left forearm started to hurt, which was a sign that I needed to take a break. Once home back east, it would be almost 2 weeks since I played golf again.

The first time back, I went out and shot an 83 at my favorite local course, my personal best there, or anywhere. I'm not sure how I did it, except I felt refreshed from taking time away from the familiar. Or maybe I brought a little magic from that day at Torrey Pines back home.

Twilight at Torrey Pines

I needed a winter break, so hubby and I flew west to the San Diego area in search of weather warm enough for golf. I shipped my old set of Ping G2s out there for the unexpectedly low price of $22 via FedEx 4-day ground, which sure beat carrying them on a plane. Somehow the stars aligned and hubby and I decided it was a good time to cross another bucket list course off our list. So we decided to play Torrey Pines South Course.

The website makes it look like a hassle to get a tee time; if you're a non-resident, you either pay a big fee to book ahead or get up at the crack of dawn and sign up for the daily waitlist. We didn't have to do either. Instead, we went in at around 9am on a Wednesday and put our names on the walk-on list for twilight, which starts at 1pm in winter. The starter said to come back around 12:30pm and we'd be out shortly after 1pm. I had a feeling if we wanted to pay the $183 morning greens fees, he would have been able to get us out without much delay. But $110 for twilight was about what we wanted to shell out, so after putting our names on the list, we headed to Carl's Jr. for breakfast and came back at around 11:30am to hit balls and warm up.

There's not much of a driving range at Torrey Pines, although it was a good place to check my distances and try out my assemblage of "new" clubs that I'd procured from the used clubs bins at Golf Mart, including a 12-degree Ping G15 driver and a Ping G10 3-wood that cost me $99 and $49 respectively.

At around 12:20pm, we headed back to the clubhouse to mill about and soak in the atmosphere. You know you're at a famous golf course when there are lots of people just there to take pictures. At around 12:45pm, our names were called, and I nearly wet my pants.

This is it. The big show, I thought. Torrey Pines South Course.

As it turned out, the whole affair started with a bit of confusion. The starter said we'd be going out at around 1:05 or 1:10, so we paid for the greens fees, got a receipt, rented 2 walking carts and headed down to Hole 1. The first holes for Torrey Pines North and South Courses are right next to each other, and there was a kiosk there, but it was unstaffed, so we waited near the first tee ground, thinking they'd announce what time we were actually going out. At around 1:05, I got antsy and went back up the starter.

"What time are we supposed to go out?" I asked.
"1:05 or 1:10," the starter said. He looked at the clock, "You should be on the tee box now."
"Are we 1:05 or 1:10? It's already 1:05!" I said. I didn't understand why the guy didn't give me an exact tee time, like every other golf course in the world. I tried a different tactic. "What are the names of the 2 others in our group?" I asked.
And he told me 2 names which I remembered long enough to run back to the first tee and call out. The two guys on the tee turned around and identified themselves as the 2 people in question.
"Okay, then," I said. "We're playing with you two."

I was a bit annoyed that the start was so disorganized. It was also perturbing at the end of the round when we were returning our pull-carts and the unfriendly staffers kept their heads down without a "thank you for playing" or even a "how was your round?" But I had to remind myself that this isn't a TPC resort course, but a municipal course run by the City of San Diego, with workers about as motivated for the kind of pay they are probably getting.

From that point, the round progressed as usual, with handshakes and self-introductions. One of the guys was a Scottish teaching pro and the other was a shaggy local, the kind who enjoyed hearing himself speak. Later, he would start telling me what I was doing wrong on my putts, and I would feel tempted to punch him in the nose. But for now, I did my best to tune him out and focus on my game.

From the forward tees, the South Course is a manageable 5467 yards. The first fairway is wide and welcoming, with the kind of grass that makes you want to have a picnic. I double-bogeyed the first hole, a par 4, but I didn't feel too bad about it at all.

If you've ever seen Torrey Pines on television, you already know there is a lot of the ocean in view. And parasailers love the coastal winds blowing along the cliffs on the front nine.

Hole 3 is a lovely downhill par 3. The back tees have to carry that scrub on the left. The forward tees are on the right, only 105 yards from the green.

I made it on the green, just barely hanging on the edge.

I four-putted from there. What can I say? The greens are wicked fast and too much mustard could send your ball right over the edge into the ocean.

The course is filled with Torrey pines like this:

And this:

Here's another fairway to heaven:

Look closely and you can see how close my approach shot landed to the pin:

Here was an intimidating par 5 fairway. Rolling hills, multi-staged bunkers.

I made it to this point in two shots. Just one more to get on in regulation. But I blew it. My third shot ended up in one of those bunkers.

On the back nine, the sun started disappearing. We could see the remnants of the Farmers Insurance Open, which Tiger Woods had won just a few weeks before. The excitement still lingered.

The last few holes were a blur. We rushed. At one hole, after I'd three-putted again, the shaggy local shook his head and said, "Right and short, right and short. Don't you see a pattern?" Now I know I suck at putting, but this guy missed so many putts I was surprised he even claimed to be a golfer. I thought he had some nerve to criticize anyone, let alone a perfect stranger.

After teeing off at the 17th hole, hubby and I starting running to our next shots. The Scottish pro had gotten a lift from the cart-riding shaggy local by now, and as they whizzed past us, the shaggy local said, "You don't have to run." And I rolled my eyes, thinking, first you're telling me how to putt, now you're telling me whether to walk or run? Knowing that I would soon be leaving the company of this buffoon was the only upside to realizing that our twilight round at Torrey Pines was soon coming to an end. The Scottish pro, on the other hand, had behaved like a perfect gentleman, exclaiming "Good drive!" or "Good ball!" whenever merited, and remaining politely silent when not.

There's a water fountain guarding the last green, and it was so dark that I couldn't find any yardage markers to gauge the distance for my approach shot. I took a guess with an 8-iron and came up a few yards short. My ball bounced on the fringe and rolled back into the water. Unfazed, I dropped a ball a club length or two from where the ball went in, and chipped it up, just to have the satisfaction of finishing a full 18.

Hubby and I shook hands with the other two, and somehow I think the Scottish pro was sincere when he smiled as he shook my hand and said, "Well-played!"