One year when we had a lot of rain in SoCal, I decided to go see the desert flowers which were supposed to be unusually
plentiful. It certainly was beautiful. I played the golf course just for the novelty .. ... I don't think I'd make
a special trip to play.
Will echo what Wayne said above. Played there in a January about 10 years ago. Beautiful part of the country, not a memorable golf course.
I did have an encounter with nature (a red-tailed hawk, a great horned owl, and a duck) that was totally incredible but was at dusk and not captured on film or video.
Here is what I posted on this encounter a few years back:
I was playing late in the afternoon and the course had a good amount of waterfowl, mostly American Coots. While walking down the 9th fairway about 15 minutes before sunset a red-tail hawk comes swooping down to land with a coot still alive in its talons. It landed no more than 50 feet from me. It took the hawk a few minutes to kill the duck, but eventually he did. I waited around for a few seconds, then decided to finish the hole as it was getting dark. Well, the next hole looked awfully nice, so I decided to play it, then come back around and play #9 again before quitting.
I wondered as I approached #9 again if the hawk had made a quick pile of feathers out of the duck and was gone. Well, was I in for a surprise. As I walked over to the general area, I could see the bird was no longer in the same place, and had moved over several yards by some trees at the edge of the fairway. But as I got closer it seemed like it was now two very large birds together, and I naively thought maybe it was a pair of red-tails sharing the feast. Well, as I got closer, I could see these two birds weren't both eating, but were in a standoff over who got the dinner. They were 'beak to beak', perhaps no more than 1 foot separating them, both with their wings spread wide! The bird facing me was the red-tail, and he no longer had the bird in his talons. I couldn't quite tell at first what the other bird was as it had its back to me. It was huge, with a swing span as big as the hawk. As I got maybe 30 feet away, the unknown bird was no longer unknown as my presence got its attention: it turned its head 180 degrees to look at me quickly. It was a great horned owl!
The owl really seemed quite nervous by my presence and he didn't know what to do. Well, the two jostled on the ground one or twice, but the owl kept possession of the coot. Then the owl tried to make a run for it and fly off. He didn't get too far off the ground and the hawk took flight and sort of bullied him back to the ground. After another quick wrestling match, with the hawk getting two points for an effective takedown on my scorecard, the owl flew off again. It was struggling hard, flying low along the tree line to carry the duck. Then the red-tail pulled a move that I still don't know how it happened: it took off flying right at the owl, and mid-flight somehow took the coot right out of the owl's possession. The owl gave up at that point and flew away. The red-tail wasted no time then to start dinner. And I left the course with one of my more exciting encounters with nature.