As soon as I saw the new photo on the home page – the photo of winter descending on Chechessee Creek – I was looking for my ball. That is exactly the type of spot I would find myself. Nowadays, the chip out of the trees to the green over a bunker has become a pleasure to endure. On a special day, the experience is usually enhanced by a poor lie, or having to play the ball left-handed, or both! Thanks for the memories
