They squeezed us in on the front nine. For some reason everybody was going off on the back nine today. We were clueless since we've never played either nine before. We played quickly since we had the front to ourselves. It is a beautifully maintained course, established in 1923. It appears to have been updated since then. The fairways were tight with gorgeous hardwoods and spruce lining the fairways. The greens were guarded by bunkers but immaculately manicured. Bob played the Blue Tees at 6,692 yards and a slope of 125. I played the Red Tees at 5,167 and a slope of 119.
They were stacked up on number 10 with arriving players starting on the back. The course Marshall finally got it all sorted out and we played through on number 12. We both played well. I was better on the back where Bob only got me by a stroke but he showed me up big time on the front. We were done by 4:45. We stopped at Barkley's in Indian River to eat but it was not open for dinner except Friday and Saturday. So we drove on south on Old 27 to Wilson's River Edge Family Restaurant. We were standing in the lobby waiting to be seated (as the sign directed us to do) and a hostess came by and looked at us weird and said "Have you been seated yet?" I wanted to say 'If we're standing in the lobby it doesn't appear that we've been seated!' But I chalked it up to being hot and tired from golf.
They had a nice salad and soup bar. Bob had broiled Whitefish and I had broiled Butterflied Trout. It was not the most memorable meal but it was reasonably priced. That's probably why so many senior folks were eating there. This must be a big retirement area. I can see why; it's beautiful up here. We skipped the dessert case, except for drooling over the mile-high Coconut Pie (my favorite) and the Raspberry Pie in Bob's case. We resisted, especially since we rode in a cart for golf.
Back home we read The Detroit News I had picked up at the Shell station with our $2.49 per gallon gas. We sat outside in the nice breeze.
It's 9:15 p.m. and 75.8 degrees.