PhinUp –
Classic.
The Wedge, Newport Beach. Not now in my old age, nor when I was younger. I’ve seen this wave get nuts. Today the guys had a good session.
This breaks into about 2 feet of water –
This too will get your attention –
This guy was not impressed, saying something about ‘Call me when you can fly.’ –
No surf for me, we’re just cruisin –
So there’s that.
First off, let me remind you, I am a terrible golfer. I have no business playing these fancy-schmancy golf courses. But the checks clear, so the powers that be continue to let me enjoy them. So a weekend of golf commenced.
John and I started at Pasatiempo, of which I have a total of ZERO photos. Played with a member, Mark, that made us feel at home while I destroyed his course. He even got a laugh out of me drilling the jerk member’s house on 17. Great fun it was. Later we concluded that it was the best of the three courses we played over the weekend.
Then off to Pebble Beach. We stayed at Spanish Bay, and were welcomed like royalty –
Champagne, and a sunset, nice –
Yup, pretty sweet –
We got up the next day to play Pebble. The clock ticked towards 10:40 –
John got us started (actually, my tee shot went 3 feet, so you don’t get to see that) –
Later, after a bunch of aiming fluid, the ladies joined us and took photos for the last couple holes. Count the beer cans in the photo –
One of the locals, residing on the tee box –
Team Quattro, with our Head Coach Kevin, coming down the stretch –
EnnZee had the “B” caddie filling his ear with swing tips –
More from the “B” caddie –
Here’s our foursome on the box at 18, two Johns, a Dave, and my lazy ass –
Shortly after this photo was taken, my game was officially dead. The fine folks at Spanish Bay were nice enough to send a bagpiper to the funeral –
So that was Pebble. Thanks to Therese & John for joining up.
And special thanks to my wife, Marla, for putting up with our shenanigans.
We played Spyglass the next day, again, ZERO photos. Tough, frustrating, entertaining, yet fun. We were out of gas by the end of the round. John and Therese headed off for home, while we headed for SoCal.
My Pop and I managed a round at Sandpiper. Awesome time. Just a couple photos and a video for you –
Yates?
Pop, still got game. Shot his age (thereabouts anyway). Watch the video –
Enough for now. Found the Space Shuttle yesterday, but missed out on Big Kahunas, so we’re on a bit of a mission. Might even bodysurf watch bodysurfing at The Wedge this afternoon.
Oh yeah, going to Monterey to play some golf. On the way, I managed to make a couple stops/visits. First up was lunch with Amy, she was nice enough to take me to lunch in Pleasanton –
I had pizza and beer –

We walked around town to work off the Phat –

Saw this license frame; Team Yetso to the WayBack machine please –
Someone thinks like I do –
Thanks for the lunch and visit Amy, you’re awesome.
Speaking of happy-hour, later that day I met up with more siblings for a Margarita, or six –
A good, albeit quick visit with Lumpy and my Sis. No photos per your request Bernie (none came out anyway).
Next update will include golf debauchery. But that’s gonna have to be later, right now we’re off to find a Space Shuttle and Big Kahuna’s.
No, we haven’t vanished. We have however been busy with the start of our vacation. Today is the fourth day in a row that I’m playing golf, this time with my Pop in Santa Barbara. After today, things will slow to a more leisurely pace, and I’ll sort through the photos from the last few days and post up the good ones. In the meantime, play Misty for me –
Stay tuned…..
Went something like this –
Thanks to my family for taking time to hang with me. You make an out-of-towner feel right at home.
Charlie
I see you –
And with ears like that, clearly she heard me –
And with that, she walked off to find a place to relax for the night.
Good start to the vacation.
Did some important chores goofing around. Rode the motorcycle up to Jeff’s, he’s moving back home. I did take one decent photo there, of his Rhododendron –
The thing is in full on raging flower mode right now. It’s ten feet tall, twenty feet across, and absolutely covered with these. It’ll be flowering for the next month or 6.
Other than that, some bad golf, and some bad yard-work, not much to report on. The real fun begins later this week. Stay tuned.
Combining a severe lack of exercise, with an all tuna diet, he is the epitome of cool –
I wish I had his cool.