Alright, decided to head out to Chimera Golf Club over in Henderson the other day. Felt like hitting some balls, you know how it is.
Got there, parked the car. Wasn’t too crowded, which was nice. Walked into the pro shop to check in. Guy behind the counter was fine, got me sorted pretty quick. Grabbed my receipt, headed out back to get a cart. Standard stuff really.
Loading up the clubs
Threw my bag on the back of the cart. Everything felt a bit dusty, guess that’s just desert golf for you. Made sure I had water, sun was already starting to climb even though it was still morning.
Hitting the Range
Decided to warm up a bit. Went over to the driving range. Grabbed a small bucket. You know, sometimes range balls feel like rocks, these weren’t too bad though. Hit a few wedges, then irons, couple of drives. Didn’t feel great, didn’t feel terrible. Just shaking off the rust.
Out on the Course
Rolled up to the first tee. Paired up with a couple of other guys. Seemed okay. Teed off. Ball went mostly straight, bit of a fade. Good enough to start.
The course itself? It’s a golf course in Henderson. Got fairways, got greens, got sand traps. Some holes felt a bit squeezed between houses, always find that weird. Like people are watching your backswing from their kitchen window.
- The greens were running okay, maybe a little slower than I like.
- Fairways were decent, found a few dry spots here and there.
- Bunkers… well, I found a couple. Sand was playable.
Played along, shot by shot. Had some good ones, had some bad ones. You know how golf is. One minute you feel like you’ve got it figured out, the next you’re shanking one into the desert rocks. Makes you think, doesn’t it? All that practice and sometimes it just doesn’t matter. Like trying to organize files on an old computer, sometimes it just does what it wants.
Around the turn, grabbed a hot dog. Felt necessary. Sun was getting pretty strong by then. Remembered why I usually try to play earlier. Kept drinking water.
Finishing Up
Finished the round. Shook hands with the guys I played with. Headed back to the clubhouse. Dropped off the cart. Cleaned out my shoes, always full of sand and bits of grass.
Packed my clubs back in the car. Felt tired, sweaty. The score wasn’t anything to write home about, but that’s usually the case these days. Just glad to get out and swing the clubs for a few hours.
Chimera? Yeah, it’s there. It’s a place to play golf in the area. Did the job. Nothing amazing, nothing awful. Just a day out hitting the ball around.
