On a beautiful Sunday a road trip was to be had..minus the perpetual cloud over Colombia, SC that never seems to go away..Thus the choice of the word "perpetual".
Amazing, I got off topic without actually completing one sentence.
The mission: August, GA the home of the Masters. The most illustrious golf course in the world. The idea of step foot on the 9th green and calling my father the express a feeling of completeness was shattered at the Welcome Center.
No one gets past the gate, not even close or so we were told. Now my anticipation of the greatness of this course has build to monumental status.
Here it is, thoughts racing in my head of a five mile countryside drive to this secluded private area with only the clouds and the greatest of all green patches of land in the distance.
Much to my dismay after passing a Taco Bell, Waffle House, Hess, 1.99 Discount movie theater, 17 chinese restaurants and an IHOP I hear "We passed it" from Amy.
We passed what?
The Masters?
The What?
The Masters?
There is no way the entrance to the Greatest Golf Course in the World is 500 feet from an IHOP.
It was.
We parked, we walked, we stood, we got beeped out.
Were we there?
Oh yes, yes, yes.
Were we in awe?
Oh no oh no oh no
Enjoy the Masters from your 60 inch plasma and order in Chinese.
Same as being there.
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