This picture reflects the image I have in my head of playing this course with Matt McElheny when I was a child. We woke up very early and walked to the course with our clubs on pull carts. Like many times in childhood it was filled with magic and an excitement that does not carry over into adulthood.
When I play Wilson Road I am able to catch flickers of those childhood feelings but only for an instant, like a firefly’s light on a dark summer night.
Matt and I would meticulously prepare for our golf outing by cleaning our clubs, shining up the golf balls and practice swinging. After golf Matt and I would take our scores and plug them in to his father’s computer which we were seldom allowed to use.
