It’s hard to think or write about golf when there’s 20 inches of snow in my backyard. My mind wanders more to waxing my skis rather than fine tuning my swing. Virtual golf is only minutely satisfying.

I like reading Eric’s blog on travels to sunny warm places where golf is more than a dream, but I must leave it to my imagination as economics keep me to the confines of the local area. I’m not complaining. I love the NW and its seasons. That’s why I live here. I could’ve chosen a warmer climate to plant roots where golf is a year-round activity, but I didn’t. So in the meantime,

I’ll dream of sunny places and give thought to springtime when the clubs will come out of hibernation.