No chance of this being anything other than a RAVE, seeing as we were playing a beautiful, genuine country course - no houses, no traffic - total, peaceful silence. Hollister is a bit of schlepp from San Francisco, 70 miles of crushingly dull highway 101, followed by a brief 10 miles of not-much-to-talk-about to Hollister itself.
Last time we were in the area, which is near Gilroy ("Garlic capital of the World"), the scent of the garlic was in the air for miles around. This time - presumably post harvest - we just smelled crisp country air.
The San Juan Oaks course is not as difficult as the others we've played in this past 8 days (Diablo Hills, Wente Vineyards and Rancho Solano), which perhaps contributed to our lowest scores of the 4 outings. I still got whupped, but in a nice way.
I know it sounds nit picking, but nits are there to be picked: the course guide is laughably inaccurate, resembling the scrawling of a demented 3 year-old. Naturally, that's a somewhat hollow analogy seeing as every 3 year-old I know (yes, including you Sohan!) is demented. Failed child psychology aside, this meant we were playing blind, with no clear idea what was around each dog leg. Nevertheless, we pioneered and had a wonderful day.
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