Edmonton Sun’s resident golf fanatic Kevin Berkenbosch – aka Bogeyman – recently visited Parksville for a whistle stop Vancouver Island golf trip. What he found was a golfing experience second to none. As he puts it: “Parksville on Vancouver Island offers one of the most peaceful, relaxing and enjoyable golf holidays imaginable.
Category: Oceanside Golf
Playing golf oceanside may come with its share of non-recognized hazards: ocean breezes and cool mists. But this pales into complete insignificance when you consider the pros of golf courses with ocean views (or near enough): those views obviously, seafood bonanzas, plenty of salty-aired adventure and all-season golf.
Well, here we are and summer is just around the corner, only a few more days until it’s official. Time to slather the sunscreen on the dimpled dome and get out and hit the course, then the beach with a couple of cold ones, and finally park myself in front of a big screen and take in the US Open! Man, what a weekend.
Sunday morning and the last course of the weekend is Fairwinds. Up early this morning and arriving at the course with not too much time to spare, but that’s OK. Hopefully, the swing is still locked in from the previous two days and shouldn’t take long to warm up.
We’re playing off the white tees at 5700 yards.
The first is a dog leg to the right and I pulled the ball left and left my second short, chipped over the green and then chipped in. Solid par four, ha, ha. Is this a good sign? Two pars later and feeling good I was on the par-3 4th with water short and right thinking this was going to be a good day. After hitting it into the rushes, think I could play it and hitting it six inches and finding I couldn’t and ending up having to sink a 12-footer for a double, not so good any more.
Back from the weekends golfing. Some good, some bad, some just awful – my golf that is, not the courses. At least I didn’t win the hideous trophy awarded to the person who failed to get it past the ladies tee the most times. I would probably have won if there was a trophy for the one who missed the green the most with a wedge or sand wedge from 80-120 yards out.
Taking the Trail, North End is a potentially punishing journey through the Oceanside region and up to Campbell River. Join me as I try my hand at world-class courses like Morningstar, Fairwinds, Pheasant Glen and Storey Creek.
Those of us with golf in our veins have many things in common. We love the outdoors. We love the camaraderie that the game makes possible. And, perhaps more than anything, we love to dream. We dream about that syrupy-smooth technique that has long evaded us. We dream about a 350-yard drive (I’d say 300, but those days are over). And, perhaps our favourite, we dream about the ultimate golf adventure.