Sunday Arrival - Spanish Bay Resort

I arrived on a flight Sunday from Dulles through San Francisco to Monterey. Was met at the baggage claim by a fellow former Pennsylvanian named Tom. As we talked, he told me that today was his last day before retirement and that I was his last passenger. He’d driven hundreds of elite golfers, business tycoons and regular Joes like me – and I was honored to be his last. Turns out he is a 1969 Penn State grad, had been a bartender at the Phyrst and was roommates with a fellow Erie native. Small world.

Stayed at the Spanish Bay resort - one of the resorts associated with Pebble Beach. Assigned a roommate from Chicago - Joe. I didn’t know I had a roommate until after I checked in and had requested a king size bed. Quickly changed that back to two queens. Decided to hit a few balls – Spanish Bay doesn’t have a range, so took the shuttle to Spyglass. In hindsight, I wish I would have hit more balls in the weeks prior to my trip. I felt pretty good at the range. Balls were going long and straight – I was in the grove and decided not to waste my hits on the range, so I only hit two buckets. Watched part of the second half of the Georgetown vs. UNC game while waiting for the return shuttle.

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