|What do you expect, it's a community college.|
This range is a few miles from my folks' house, up on a hill overlooking the Interstate 5 freeway. So it's a regular drop-in whenever I'm in the O.C. It's big, usually quiet and there's some sweet short game areas too. All in all a well above average facility.
Tonight, on a mildly cool So-Cal night, there's just one other person in the whole place. Golf must be dying around here too. Kind of a waste of electricity when you think about it. But at least now that I've shown up, the efficiency rate has doubled.
It's so nice and quiet. No douchebaggery, no predation, anything annoying like that. I think my rabbit friend here would agree.
While I was here, more dudes and bros showed up. It's almost a sausage party now. People around here do love their golf after all.
Well, that was a fine practice. I feel good about things once again. And now, I've worked up a hunger. Before I get back on that southbound Interstate 5 one last time before leaving California, I'll make one more, crucial stop.