I did have a "local" beer at the airport and stepped outside for 20 minutes to glance at the Rocky Mountains.
I landed at TYS Friday evening and hung out with the family. My two nephews are approaching 2 and 4 years of age, never a dull moment. There was no time to relax Saturday morning. My brother and I had a golf match. We were up early and on the first tee box by 8 a.m. to take on our friend and his dad. We have had this battle going on for several years now. Up to that point, we had lost three times and tied twice. Only one loss was by more than a single hole. This round ended up being the least competitive as we were up 5 holes after nine. A beer pitstop did not help them turn it around on the back nine. The match was over on the 13th green as we were up 6 with 5 to go. Victory at last!
I had beers with two old friends Sunday and watched sports. Since my trip was kind of last minute, I chose to fly out from Asheville, NC at 6 p.m. on Monday. This gave us a chance to play Maggie Valley golf club near the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, the most visited national park each year. The drive was not bad and we were on the first tee at noon.
It was quiet busy for a (non holiday) Monday afternoon. We were paired up with a 70 year old man named Ronnie. Ronnie told us that he and many other golfers there have a timeshare at the golf community and that's why it was so busy. The course was in very good shape but it was tough. Plenty of elevation change as expected for a mountain course.
We were having a great time even if our scores weren't that good. I did have one birdie on the par 3 15th. The biggest challenge we had was trying to finish the round on time and make it to the airport. The airport is located 40 minutes from the golf course. A normal golf round takes 4 hours. We were on the 17th tee box at 4:00 p.m. but the problem was that the group in front of us was also on the 17th tee box waiting to tee-off. It was a snoozefest waiting for everyone to finish the hole. We finished the 17th at 4:25 p.m. and threw in the towel. The 18th was a par 5 and with all the groups in front of us, time was not on our side. We said goodbye to Ronnie and made a dash for the parking lot. Luckily the interstate didn't have a lot of traffic and I walked into the airport ten minutes past five o'clock.
We did meet another local on the course and Ronnie was kind enough to snap the photo.