A lot of the Ashuelot
A couple years ago, before nasty horrible viruses were attacking us from every direction, I played a round at the lovely Bretwood Golf course in Keene, NH. It's a really nice course, actually two courses in one, thirty-six holes winding around a former dairy farm, with the scenic Ashuelot River meandering around the course, providing ample opportunity for lost golf balls as well as adorable little covered bridges through which to drive your golf cart. I played with two new friends I had made here at the hotel, Eric and Lucy (they call themselves Lucy and Ricky, ha ha.) They live in Florida and every year they come up to play golf in Vermont for a month or so, staying at the super-luxe Hampton Inn while they're here, going through their Hilton Honors points, of which they have enough to stay for free for the whole month. We got to talking during their stay, lovely people, really, ex-New-Yorkers, music lovers, funny and gentle people. And horrendous golfers, as I found out. Er...