Pebble Beach has hosted five U.S. Open tournaments, and I was lucky enough to go to the most recent one in 2010. My grandmother is a huge golfer and golf fan, and I would have to say that is one of her traits that I inherited. When she told me that she had gotten us tickets for the U.S. Open, I was so excited, even though I had to wait six months before we could leave. On the way to the tournament she told me about how she had gotten to play the course years earlier, the course had left her lasting memories and I was happy to be there for her return. My grandmother and I played and watched golf all week. One of the funniest memories I have happened on the first day at Pebble Beach. I was putting on a jacket and an under shirt and my grandma gave me a funny look because it was 85 or so in San Jose. I knew something she didn't, I had been to that same area of California a few years prior and knew it could get cold especially coming from the mid summer heat of Texas. I told her to grab a jacket or at least a long sleeve shirt, but being hard headed she refused. By the time we had made it to the course, the temperature had dropped from a mild 85 to a brisk 55 degrees. The short walk from the bus stop to the course entrance was enough for my grandma. She headed straight to the merchandise tent and payed a pretty penny for a new jacket. Which gave me a great opportunity to give an ever so satisfying "I told you so."
Finally, being at the course it was everything that I expected and more. The houses and clubhouse were phenomenal, but the course was even more breathtaking. Shear cliffs are the barrier between the green grass of the course and the cold pacific ocean. They made some modification particularly for the U.S. Open but you could really see how this course was made for everyone. It was a place that made a lasting impression on me as a person and gave me many happy memories as well.
Photo from lavishlivingmagazine.com of the 18th hole
Photo of me and my grandma. Photo credit to myself.
