Growing up my Dad played golf every weekend. EVERY weekend. Even in the rain. It drove my Mom totally crazy. When he wasn’t on the course he was reading Golf Digest. Or browsing sites like http://www.myrtlebeachgolf.net
All of our vacations even revolved around golf. He would check out things like different Myrtle Beach golf packages . Don’t get me wrong, there are some beautiful resorts that have TONS to offer families but occasionally we would have liked to have planned a normal vacation that didn’t revolve around finding the best Myrtle Beach golf courses you have ever seen.
We always took vacations with other families…and the Dads in those families were always golfers too. So, the guys would plan out their day of golfing while the rest of us would go about our day as we pleased. Then at night, we all joined back up and ate supper together. That was a “family” vacation for us. One good thing about growing up with a Dad who lived on the golf course…I always got to drive the golf cart when I tagged along. Till I drove it into the lake. Yep. I did. You wanna know what he was the maddest about? His clubs getting wet. That is a golfer for ya.
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