(05-20-2014, 11:52 AM)Treebound link Wrote:I love the Pasatiempo stories, Mick! I grew up for a part of my life in Santa Cruz and my father, who wasn't much of a golfer (he is an artist/painter who winters in Mexico) would take me out once or twice a year to play Pasatiempo with his buddies. It was the nicest course that I knew of at the time!
 Most of my summers with him were spent playing the poor man's Pasa - DeLaveaga. I haven't played it in 5 or so years, but it was arguably the best muni course in Northern California. Every summer I would scour the canyon holes and get my supply of golf balls as well as some bad patches of poison oak. I continued the tradition when I went off to Stanford where each Fall you would find me spending an afternoon or two working my way down San Francisquito creek with a bag of new Titleist balls that I would find. I would buy my 10 play card for $50 and be set for 4-5 months. My fraternity brothers all laughed at my golfing habits as they didn't play. We were all up at Bandon last year and they now regret not joining me as they took up the game later in life and missed the wonderful opportunity we had at Stanford.Â
My daughter will now be playing beach volleyball down at Cowell's this summer, so I'm hoping to make it back to Pasatiempo and Delveaga for a round or two!
I'm with you on Delaveaga. The pro at the time was Gary Loustalot, just a great, great guy. He was my gold coach in high school, and his brother Vic won the California Amateur in the mid-1960s, if I recall correctly. Gary's oldest son Mike was my year, he was the #1 player on the team as a freshman (usually shot low 70s), then played at either Arizona or Arizona State. His middle son Dave is married to the mother of Stanford All-American MVB player Brian Cook. His youngest son Tim played on the Vardon tour for a while and made it into some PGA events. I think he may have been somewhat short of the tee.Â
For those of you who would like to try a gem of a public course, I might suggest Pacific Grove Muni, the "Poor Man's Pebble Beach." Front nine is like any other public course. The back nine is all along the ocean, and the rough on a lot of holes is iceplant. Beautiful little course. I remember my wife and I were playing there very early one morning, and it was very foggy out. The seagulls were screeching, and it was quiet and you could smell the ocean. It was beautiful. I said "Babe, this is so nice out here, it's just like a private course." Right then, a ball came whizzing between our heads, and out of the mist walked four shirtless drunk guys, apologizing for hitting their balls into us. "Now I remember...it's a public course." said I.