18 States. 51 Courses. 858 Holes.

Obviously, the national parks were incredible, and I think they should be required viewing at some point for every American. But discovering a new golf course quickly became my favorite activity – roll into a random town, pull out the sticks, and get to work.

I hit a hole in one at Old Works in Anaconda. I slept in my car in the Torrey Pines parking lot to nab a pre-sunrise tee time. I played in deserts and mountains, on coastlines and wide open plains. I got a glove tan so bad it looked like a medical issue. I played a lot of golf.

If we all got nickels for every time we've read “this has been a tough few years”, we’d all be heading out tomorrow with some brand new clubs. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t true. And it was pretty impossible to escape, even when you were sleeping on a mattress pad in the back of your Subaru. But the one place I was able to find some respite was those four hours I was swinging the sticks, in a new place, with some new friends. This is a good game. And I hope more people from more places can get out and play it.