For far less money and attitude, you could drive east about 35 minutes and enjoy a truly enjoyable and more challenging golf course near Carnation. My daughter invited me to play Willows as a birthday present, and we got a tee time on a Saturday. There was evidently an informal tournament scheduled for later in the day, so we were dispatched with military efficiency by a No-Jokes authority figure in a small toll booth. "8:37" Not 8:30. Not 8:40. Exactly 8:37; ready to tee off. Willows was a well-oiled machine that day and he was Chief Oiler.
If the middle-aged crowd, who were milling around, eyeing us, had been sipping mint juleps, the visual would have been just perfect. "Maybe next year, dahling. We'll see. I DO hope they repair their divots." "Indeed, Chas; I just HATE a blemished course."
In fact, the course had quite a few blemishes of its own. There was a surprising number of dry patches on fiarways, especially considering that the course is watered from a nearby slough, with water that came from Lake Sammamish. On the back nine, some of the approaches to greens had patches of dying or already-dead grass. On the APPROACH! "We paid extra for THIS?!"
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