Ocean City, Maryland, as a setting for a father-son golf tour

My son Ike is now a 17-year-old high school student in some way, with one spring break left before going to college in the fall. He may be with his friends in Florida for the next four breaks. Thankfully, due to his considerable golf skills, this means a game against his college college team, rather than a drunken slut in Daytona Beach. (It’s not that I object or am not familiar with a small number of college seniors.)

Nevertheless, Ike is about to set out and the subsequent empty nest loom is huge, and at the advice of my wife, we all agreed that the fast father-son golf resort is orderly. Driving is considered preferable than flying, a quality course is essential, preferring waterfront, without much schmancy. We settled in a place I will ever know, but never went: Ocean City, Maryland.

Simple commuter for the East Coaster

For five hours from our upstate New York home, we arrived at Rory McIlroy and Bryson DeChambeau drove in the Masters Sunday. We spent an afternoon in the suite, at Royal Princess Beachfront Resort, surrounding the action, the breeze of salt water blew, and the sight and sound of the waves soothed the shore like Jim Nantz. Hello, Seagull. Dinner was pushed back was a small price because it was fired the next morning. A clumsy crab cake than Tim Herron is a big step from pimiento cheese on white bread to a long day.

The next morning we set out first in the rum Pointe waterfront golf connection world – nowadays, kids call it Pete and PB Dye, which is enough, as the kids say. Just like other golf courses with extensive name recognition, the link to Lighthouse Sound and Glenriddle Golf Club is the next link in our playlist, and Rum Pointe is owned by the Ruark family. Their other dish is Nutters Crossing, which is the most memorable nickname.

I had a special liking for Pete Dye, and had a long round at Harbour Town, but still remember every thought-provoking shot. My other course is hard, the course will remain nameless, heavy on cruel, “stained” stuff, stuffed into an overly small, non-TPC website. Anyway, this man is a legend and the job is to bring them to the time they come.

It’s mostly in the waterfront setting of Sininepuxent Bay that offers a lot of eye candy, especially in the exciting holes of 6-8. Not very obvious, but equally excellent, routing pivots in all directions make reading an evolving task. Perhaps the best quality rum is that it is clearer at a glance. The design is link-style, but does not play a solid and fast role, so the ball won’t get stuck. (Rum Pointe is the only local course for Bentgrass fairways and green.) It looks like the trouble is Greenside Bunkers, who are scrutinizing, slightly recovering from the generous putter surfaces, thus providing decent results. Even though it’s 60 yards behind on most drives, even a foot hit. I know we want our children to surpass us, but shouldn’t there be limits?

When turning, the Rum Pointe faces inland, with several tree-lined holes, a lovely change of speed before reappearing back into the water for agitation. Even after our sloppy bogey at 18, Ike smiled, took off his hat, and reached out and shook it. Glad to be reminded that I did something immediately after several reminders of my short game that required work.

Where to have a meal in Ocean City

It’s brunch. Our local experts recommend Bad Monkey. Any worries of concern go away when you hear the background music – some profound Bob Marley, not the obvious. The atmosphere is really cold, the menus are different, and the food is very important. Good monkey.

Now is probably a moment to point out something about Ocean City, and it’s obvious that this could reasonably be called Myrtle Beach in Maryland. The place is bustling and fun and unpleasant, and it offers very good features. Putt-Putt, Beachwear store and export store? a lot of. (If you want something upscale and quaint, look elsewhere – like Berlin, Maryland, just 15 minutes’ drive away, it’s a totally lovely town that can be antiques and so on.)

When it comes to food, if you crave seafood, especially crabs, especially famous ones, you will never be more than half a street from somewhere’s casual and delicious food. There are also excellent high-end chefs like coastal salt, hooks and liquid assets – just book because even premium seasons, seasons, weekday nights, the tables are hard. The right trendy spots smash it too. The omelettes on the Bayside skillet are no longer as big as football, and they are omelettes on one side, and the exquisite crepes of strawberry jam are so good that the French would laugh at them, even though he is French.

Today, Ocean City’s services have also proven to be friendly and professional, which is also worth noting. The greeter smiled and said hello. Wait for the staff to stop at the table immediately and ask everything frequently, do you need anything? “Thank you” encounter “Welcome” or “Of course”, not “No problem”. (We all have darlings.) The Mid-Atlantic, by definition, is neither the North nor the South, but from a hotel standpoint, it leans towards the latter.

When I was free in the afternoon, Ike and I headed towards the rum corner, left instead of right to the fork, visiting Asatigue State Park, known for its Mustang Colony. About 80 Mustangs roamed the place, and Ike took pictures of brave and/or lazy on the side of the road as he drove in. We stopped and walked to the beach where the horses would sometimes calm down and escape the flies, but the landscape was all human or dogs. Ike carefully grabbed some shells for his grandmother. I won’t be infamous for Ike’s golf swing, but I’ll proudly call him his kindness.

Even after a leisurely beachfront stroll, we still had time to kill before dinner, so we went to the Ocean Drive Bowling Alley. I mentioned this to a large extent so I could get the record on the record and beat my son in a game besides gin. 190-170 years of frustration compared to Ralph Sampson’s Virginia, not minding the huge equalizer of using the house ball, as Ike played his first 300 perfect matches in a high school game a few months ago. I mentioned this fact so that he might forgive me for printing the victory. You’d better enjoy a moment like this when you’re knocked out by two Walmart-powered every damn hole.

Instagram-ready holes

The next morning, first we drove through a long causeway and crossed the link to Lighthouse Sound on Isle of Wight Bay. As we pass, seagulls perch on both sides, flying around, the effect is like the bird Busby Berkeley routine. (Kids, Google IT.) The weather looks sketchy and it’s pretty good soon, but we wear raindrops, waterproof shoes and our own place.

Lighthouse Sound is a 2000 Arthur Hills design and in some ways a period of work. There are some chocolate-style curb hills, some raised t-shirt boxes, so you can’t tell which box is which one until you’re hiking one, and there are some serious green green drops around the rolling vegetables. Due to the swampy nature of the site, there are many considerable drives between the holes – the starter told us that the route has an 8-mile cart path, between the 8th and 9th holes, the longest cart bridge in the United States, at 1,500 feet.

This helps the new minimalism to the greatest extent. Style changes, trends. While this land, the subtlety of self-awareness and only walking range, there is still a lot to say now, and for the spectacular, Instagram-as-good loopholes and lighthouse sounds, it exceeds its share. Strike 3, 5, is a signature hole and boo for those who don’t like the term, as it is an outstanding shocker, supported by the gorgeous peninsula green by the skylines of Assawman Bay and Ocean City. Hanging there, walking to the island of No. 6, behind the serving box, extending to the bay was a two- punch that was soon forgotten.

Again, again, again rain made the concept of grinding score ridiculous, and Ike and I had a great time trying different shots. He has clear, insightful, yes, poignant—although I have something to teach him about life, and for years, I have been a student and am very happy.

Glenriddle GC hosted the final round of our trip. Its two dishes are called “Admiral of War” and, like the 1937 Triple Crown Champion and Man o’War, are perhaps the greatest horse racing of the 20th century. Glenriddle’s clubhouse was once the main stable building of the famous Riddle Farm, which produced both champions as well as Seabiscuit, as well as other horse legends. You have heard of the horses in the course; this is the horse’s course. (Funny fact: Man O’War won 20 of his 21 lifetime games, losing only to a longevity called Insc, where 100,000 to 10,500,000 people from around the world visited him in retirement, and his funeral was broadcast nationwide.)

The shadow of Pinehurst

Ike and I decided to end the trip by playing the two-scramble. Spring break is fun in the sun, right? Well, we had 25 mph winds – still a lot of fun. The War Admiral was described as a route through housing development, which is technically correct but totally irrelevant, as high-end homes can be recovered from the game corridor. Our expectations have been lowered and eventually been overtaken by a large amount as this handsome, solid war Admiral accelerated through the gears. Ike correctly points out that the Forest Course (Tidal Marsh with five holes) recalls some of the Pinehurst courses he has competed in recent years, such as #4 and #9. Soaring pine trees, big shoulders, good cave collection, nothing stupid.

On the 18th T-shirt on the Bruised 4 pole, there is a heroic dog leg to the right of one dog leg, carrying water in green, a friendly, grayish maintenance worker who saw Ike in the previous hole to chat – what is your obstacle, what will you play in college, and so on. Ike bombed a final drive, whistling at the man’s approval. “Where you go? ” He smiled when I went to a T-shirt.

Even if it was just a joke, I couldn’t help it when Ike drove our cart down the fairway. As the finish line of the game approaches quickly, we will pick up my ball and play from his game.