The word is out, darn it. People are swarming into our quiet corner of Florida at a rate that will rival any Wikipedia migration of the past. Result: plans to go from two-lanes to six for River Road, once bordered by undergrowth it would take a machete to get through (by the vine-draped river where they filmed Tarzan movies in the 1930s). Shops are packed, as are restaurants (Covid or no Covid) and for those of us looking for a safe outdoor activity, exorbitant golf fees, if you can even get a spot, that can pass $100 for 18 holes.
Fortunately, in previous years I’ve been able to tag along with a friend’s condo golf league where the cost is a fourth of that. Unfortunately, the crush of newcomers has hit, causing the golf course to limit the number of tee times it will schedule and I’m now an “adjunct” player. Fortunately, after a cancellation, I made it to the list this week
Meanwhile, the pond outside our porch is evaporating so quickly it’s developing a beach that would rival Normandy’s. It rarely rains here in the winter and this year is no exception.
So when does it finally decide to rain? All day? You guessed it. Today, my one day to play golf.