Alright, so I finally got around to checking out Summit Point Golf Club the other day. Been hearing bits and pieces about it, so I figured, why not, let’s give it a shot. My buddy Dave was supposed to come, but he bailed last minute, typical Dave, right? So, solo mission it was.
Woke up, felt that golfer’s itch, you know? Grabbed my clubs – pretty standard stuff, nothing fancy. The drive over wasn’t too bad, actually. Found the place easy enough. Pulled into the parking lot, and yeah, it looked decent from the outside. The clubhouse wasn’t some palace, but it was clean and had that proper golf vibe. Went into the pro shop, the guys behind the counter were alright, got me checked in pretty quick. Decided to get a cart, ’cause walking that whole thing when you’re just trying to figure the place out? Nah, not for me, not that day anyway. Wanted to save my legs for swinging, or at least attempting to.
Out on the Links
So, I rolled up to the first tee. Took a few practice swings, feeling a bit rusty. First drive… well, it stayed in play, let’s just say that. The first few holes, I was just trying to get a feel for the layout. It wasn’t one of those super easy, wide-open courses, let me tell you. Some of those fairways had trees that just seemed to jump out at you. And the greens? Man, oh man, the greens. They had some sneaky breaks on ’em. Putting was a real adventure, and not always the fun kind, if you know what I mean. I three-putted more times than I care to admit.
There was this one par 3, I think it was the 7th? Maybe the 8th? Anyway, it had water all down the left side and a bunker guarding the front right. Classic. Of course, where does my tee shot go? Straight into the drink. Splash. Just donated one to the water gods. Had to laugh, otherwise, I’d probably have wrapped my 7-iron around a tree. But then, on the back nine, completely different story. There was this short par 4, drivable if you were feeling brave. I wasn’t, so I laid up. Hit a decent wedge in, and what do you know, sank the putt for birdie! Felt pretty good about that, not gonna lie. Almost made up for the earlier disaster.
- Some holes were real scenic, especially on the back nine, nice views and stuff. Made you forget the bad shots for a second.
- Other holes were just plain mean, like they were designed by someone who really enjoys watching golfers suffer.
- The pace of play was actually not bad for a weekend, which surprised me. Got stuck behind a slow group for like two holes, but then they let me play through.
I definitely lost more balls than I found. My bag felt a lot lighter by the 18th. That’s just how it goes sometimes, especially on a course you don’t know well. The bunkers were… well, they were sandy, and I spent enough time in them to consider building a sandcastle. My sand game needs work, serious work.
Finished up the 18th, felt like I’d been through a proper round. Dragged myself back to the clubhouse, grabbed a cold beer and a burger. Sat there for a bit on the patio, just kinda replaying some of the shots in my head – the good, the bad, and the downright ugly. Mostly the ugly, if I’m being brutally honest this time around, but that birdie was sweet.
So, Summit Point Golf Club. Yeah, it was an experience. It’s a challenging track, for sure. It’s not a pushover. Not for the faint of heart, or if you’re having one of those days where your swing has just packed its bags and left without so much as a goodbye note. Would I go back? Yeah, I think so. Probably. Maybe when I’m feeling a bit more confident, or when I’ve restocked my golf ball supply. It’s got character, I’ll give it that. Definitely a place you remember playing, for better or worse.
