Alright folks, buckle up because today was one of those classic “looks easier than it is” kinda days. Decided to finally tackle the Foxtail Golf course over in Rohnert Park, grabbed my dusty clubs and headed out bright and stupid-early.
The Morning Rush & Gear Check
Rolled outta bed feeling kinda optimistic. Big mistake. First struggle? Finding my golf shoes. Ended up wearing my old sneakers, felt weird but whatever. Threw the clubs in the trunk, grabbed a questionable gas station coffee, and pointed the car towards the course. Got there, saw the price tag, winced a little, but paid up anyway.
First Few Holes: Reality Slaps Back
Okay, hole one. Looks innocent enough, right? Plonked the ball down, took what felt like a decent swing. Watched the stupid thing veer wildly off into the rough. Spent like ten minutes poking around in the tall grass, got sweaty already. Found it eventually. Hole two wasn’t much better. The wind picked up, felt like it was blowing straight into my face. Whacked the driver, ball went nowhere. Seriously questioned my life choices.
- Hole 3: Finally made decent contact. Ball actually went kinda straight. Felt a tiny glimmer of hope.
- Hole 4: Water hazard on the right. Naturally, sliced it perfectly. Splash. Goodbye ball number two.
Hitting the Tricky Middle Stretch
Things started getting interesting after that. Some of these holes twist and turn, man. You think you know where to hit it, then boom, trees. Or a weird bunker placement. Stood there scratching my head on hole 7 for ages. Where is the safe spot? Finally just grabbed an iron, aimed left, and prayed. Heard it thud… luckily onto the fairway. Close call.
By hole 9, I was huffing and my back was starting to complain. The sun was beating down hard. Missed a putt for par by like an inch. Aggravating. Had my packed lunch on the bench – tasted like dry disappointment.
The Home Stretch – Just Survive
The back nine felt longer. Legs were lead. The course throws some sneaky elevation changes at you. You think you’re done climbing, then nope, another little hill. My drives got lazy, started popping up like lame little flies. Iron shots started chunking dirt. Patience? Pretty much gone.
Hole 15 had this blind shot over a ridge. Seriously? Who designs this stuff? Just smashed it and hoped for the best. Walked up, saw it surprisingly in play. Miracle.
- Hole 17: Massive bunker guarding the green. Guess where I landed? Spent more time digging than swinging.
- Hole 18: Final push. Blistered my hand on a chunked wedge shot. Limping towards the finish line.
Done. Finally.
Tossed the clubs back in the trunk, probably harder than necessary. Feet hurt, sweat stains everywhere, probably sunburned my neck. Score? Honestly, lost count around hole 11. Doesn’t matter. Survived Foxtail Rohnert Park.
Would I do it again? Yeah, probably. Maybe next time I bring more water, actual sunscreen, and maybe check my driver head isn’t loose before I start. And definitely buy more cheap balls.
