We call it subsistence golf after Halloween. The water is off, the tee blocks have disappeared, the front/rear/center flag markers are gone (replaced by a single yellow flag), even the hole designation signs have been taken in for the winter. If you don't know the course they might not find you until spring. Balls disappear under leaves in the fairway and heaven help you if you stray into the rough. Luckily you tend to find as many as you lose.
But the flip side is that the crowds are gone and the course is at its most scenic. Here's my playing partner Bill Wallace shooting for the green on number 17.
He returned the favor as took a photo of the short sleeves and shorts in the November heat wave.
Everywhere you look there are faccinating reflections.and colorful vistas.
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