It was June 4, 1989 when my son and I attended our first baseball game together. It was a Florida State League game between the Charlotte Rangers and the Winter Haven Red Sox in Port Charlotte Florida. All I can tell you about that game is that the Rangers won 4-2. Now the only reason I know that is because, as I take steps toward my retirement I am in downsize mode. Soooo I’ve been rummaging, foraging through stuff….Lots of stuff and I came across these ticket stubs with a note in them that told me what I just told you. The note said, in part, “I wish I could find the words to express to you how I felt…..It triggered so many memories of my first visit with Papa.”
This week my son and I embark upon a road trip to Boston which we will make through Baltimore where we will watch the Orioles take on the Rangers and we will, pay homage to the Babe Ruth statue. Then on Friday morning we will shuffle up to Boston.
But before we do that we will take a fork in the road through North Carolina and we will spend a couple of days chasing one of these;
through the mountains of North Carolina!
So on Tuesday morning we left Venice Florida at 0 dark thirty to make a 3:30 tee time 467 miles away. We were 45 minutes early and played this beautiful little course tucked away near North Greenville South Carolina, right on the North Carolina border.
Dad and Josh from tee to green, at Cherokee Valley in Travelers Rest South Carolina.
The mountain views were spectacular, the golf, not bad….The company, fantastic. It had been a while since I played mountain golf and the mountain factor has to be taken into consideration when putting. I kept forgetting that part. The course, indeed the mountains, were ours and we played 18 holes in a bit over three hours.
We spent the night in quaint little Hendersonville North Carolina. Founded in 1838 it sports a population of a tad over 13,000 folks which counts among its most famous residents, Lincoln biographer and poet Carl Sandburg and Howdy Doody’s buddy, Buffalo Bob Smith.
Buffalo Bob Smith and Howdy Doody. Smith retired to Hendersonville, not sure if Howdy came with him.
On Wednesday morning we headed about 20 miles west to play at Connestee Falls Golf Club in Brevard North Carolina. But before we did, we ate breakfast here…
Mikes opened as an apothecary in Hendersonville in 1882.
We teed off at 9:30 and this lovely piece of the world was one breath taking site followed by another.
The Cumberland Gap is off in the distance but a mountain haze blanketed it throughout most of the day.
I have become convinced that a key to staying young is to seek and revel in seeing and doing new things. I always will go out of my way to see something I have never seen and do something I’ve never done. That is why I never tire of the open road for a new wonder awaits literally around the next corner.
Well Wednesday unveiled new wonders to me.
I had never heard of or knew that there was such a thing but on the second hole Josh called to me and said, take a look and pointed. There it was; a little guy scrambling around in the rough. There are a few places in North America where they hang out so to speak; Marion Missouri, Olney Illinois, Kenton Tennessee, Exeter Ontario, Charlotte and Brevard North Carolina. I’m not sure how and why they chose these particular locations but from what I saw around Brevard North Carolina, I trust their judgment.
The coolest thing of the day however was this little event which I happened to capture on video. It will speak for itself. It occurred as we approached the 14th green.
No wait…..This was the coolest thing of the day.
Josh hammered this drive on a 524 yard hole to within 170 yards of the green which can be seen at the top of the hill. He crushed one!!!!
So on early Thursday morning we will leave early to make the 531 mile, 8 hour drive to Baltimore where Josh will see Camden Yards for the first time.
Baseball, golf, me and my boy……Nice combo!
I will leave you with this…..
When you come to a fork in the road….Take it!
Who could have said it better than Yogi?
And so it is on this day in history……July 1, 2015…..Road Trip Day III