Pine Lakes Country Club, the patriarch of Grand Strand golf opened in 1927, ten years after my grandfather was born. Grandaddy’s welcoming fairways and receptive greens that tend to usher solid putts holeward bound are gentle, kind, and fair. Those traits also describe to a tee my grandfather, a very special man, who passed away last May.
Golf getaway prissies of the “I played Ballybunion AND Carnoustie last summer, and have the signed scorecards to prove it” variety often dismiss Myrtle Beach as a tourist sand trap crawling with Suburban driving dudes who go by two first names and amble into the tee box along with their 40+ BMI. While the Grand Strand’s sheer breadth of course offerings does emphasize quantity — the golf capital of the world is home to more holes than a Tim Hortons franchise — there are plenty of widely lauded masterpieces among the 102 spreads, sure to spoil even the most accomplished weekend warrior’s good walk.
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