Waking up in Lodi (a rarity for myself) I realized I was in Dave’s back yard. I tried to find a couple of golf courses in Tracy, but decided to head in. Suddenly I was driving into Lake Chabot Golf Course in the Oakland Hills.
A favorite course when I lived in nearby Union City 27 years ago. Very hilly. Up and down. The back nine starts going DOWN for a short while, then it starts climbing. It hits it nadir on #15 where you get a great view of San Francisco over 20 miles away across the bay.
But the real climax is #18. A rare PAR SIX. I have played two other par sixes, Black Mountain, North Carolina and Naco, Arizona. It is kinda a gimmick. But at Lake Chabot it works. The hole drops straight down after all that climbing on the previous holes. Two shots, even if in the middle of the fairway, must be hit in a severe downhill stance.
The fairway drops steeply down, but when that drop ends, there is a 30 foot rise in elevation to the green. An elevated green on a hole that drops 400 feet in elevation...
So I drove in there just to check it out. Figured I would try to play it next day. That course was usually pretty crowded. But it was wide open, and I was heading to the tee. ALWAYS FLEXIBLE.
I took many photos. Played as a single, unbelievable.
Then it was dinner with Dave and Muriel. It was great meeting Dave finally face to face. Then I met Muriel, and she was very interesting telling me about her playing cello with various quintents and orchestrae. We never got her to perform, but it was not expected. Dave took us to a local Chinese restaurant. He ordered our table one of almost everything. All food families (as well as extended) were represented. It was very good!
Dave tried to convince me to try a Chinese beer they offered, but I stuck with the ice tea.
There was NO WAY we were going to eat all of that food, so the gang at the restaurant packed it up for the trip home.
As usual it was me who had to say GOOD NIGHT. I appreciated there hospitality. Dave took us on a driving tour before and after dinner. I learned a bit about Livermore.
Next morning I joined the early morning traffic jam on the way to Fremont. I wanted to see my old golf course (which I almost lived on for two years) SUNOL VALLEY. But it was raining lightly, so I just wanted to stop by. AGAIN I found out the course was wide open, and I was on the tee in minutes. The rain soon stopped, and I was able to play at my leisure as a single, stuck between two slow threesomes. For a course I played MANY TIMES, I was surprised on how many holes I had forgotten.
Now I headed north on the NIMITZ, then west across the bay on The San Mateo Bridge. It offers great views of the San Francisco waterfront from well across the water.
North on 101, past the stadium where in 2 hours GAME #2 of the World Series would start, across the Golden Gate Bridge, eventually stopping in Fairfield for the night.
Today it was all production driving. Moving day.
East on I-80 to Wadsworth, Nevada. North on 447. Eventually, near Gerlach (Burning Man Festival) it turns into RT 34 and dirt and gravel. Already did that route, but it was still awesomely remote.
When I got to downtown VYA late afternoon, I had to head the wrong way, west, to get to Alturas lodging for the night. I wanted to head east then south to Winnemucca before night. But lack of daylight and / or gas made the decision easy.
Tomorrow AM I must back track 60 miles and head to Winnemucca.
I got a room at the Rim Rock Motel. Just awesome scenery outside my door. Miles of grazing cows (YELLA) and far off mountains dusted with snow.
Watching Louisville play Cincinnati in football, tied late. They won in OT and are 8-0. How about that early NCAA Basketball poll? INDIANA, LOUISVILLE, and KENTUCKY as the top three. Nice and cozy.
PICS when I can do so.