| Palouse Ridge... Just Go |
Page 1 of 2  Teeing Off At Palouse - Images Credit Laurie MacGuinness This review could be reduced, for brevity’s sake, to two words... Just Go. This is one of those golf courses that is more than the sum of its parts… something really special. This outstanding experience started in the parking lot when I pulled up. As I was unloading my clubs, a cart pulled up and a friendly young man took the clubs. Being a city guy, I reached for a three iron to fend him off, only to realize he was setting me up for the round. Next, the pro shop. Lots of Washington State Cougars gear, as it is the Universitiy's own course. The pro asked if we were locals, as there’s a reduced rate; no, we’re visiting from Vancouver BC. He then said he’d give us the seniors rate. Awkward mix of emotions; just saved $10, but now feel old. Granted, my hair is as grey as the guys in the Flomax ads, but still… The practice area is grass and as a veteran of public courses, I’m used to hitting off mats that look like they were recycled from the front door of the DMV. It’s wide open, lots of room, with a sweet putting area off to the side. To the first tee. Blind tee shot. Given the unpredictable nature of my driver, not a favorite way to start. However, there’s lots of room in the landing area, and even weak fades (my personal miss; the shot that, as it’s in the air, is always getting worse) can be found. Second tee: another blind shot. Okaay. But as you crest the hill to find your ball, a beautiful green awaits, ringed with berms, an inviting target. The third tee is where the real Palouse Ridge reveals itself, like a beautiful woman taking off a winter coat. The tee box overlooks the fairway, far below, and provides a vista of the course and the wheat fields that surround it. We played in late August, during the wheat harvest, and the fields were golden. Absolutely gorgeous. And that’s when I began to feel it, when I began to relax. Continued On Next Page |
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