From somewhere near the tip of a towering fir, a squirrel chatters noisily as you contemplate your tee shot on the double-dogleg 8th hole. On the back nine, you glimpse a doe keeping a careful watch on her fawns frolicking on the fairway. The craggy Olympic Mountains and the sparkling waters of Hood Canal come into sharp relief as you crest the hill
Garnett Curtis —
We put out a large group of golfers on Sunday mornings. Would be nice to have a lunch menu with hot food available!