This time of year always makes me slow down a little and look at the bigger picture. I’m thankful that I even get to take golf trips in the first place. Not everyone has that chance. We live in a country loaded with every kind of golf you can imagine. Coastlines. Forests. Desert. Mountains. Classic layouts. Modern builds. Pure fun tracks. Championship beasts. It’s all right here, and we forget how rare that is.
When I think about the trips I’ve taken, it’s not just the golf. It’s the feeling of stepping onto a tee box in a place I’ve never seen before and realizing how damn lucky I am to be standing there. The early mornings. The cold air that wakes you up. The laughs with friends. The round that turns into a story you tell for years. Those moments are why I’m grateful for this game.
I’m thankful I’ve been able to see a few special places already, and I’m thankful there are still so many I haven’t touched yet. There’s always another great course waiting somewhere. Maybe it’s a coastal stretch in Oregon. Maybe it’s a pine-lined track in the Carolinas. Maybe it’s desert golf under a sunset that looks unreal. The variety we get here is ridiculous in the best way.
That’s what I appreciate most. Golf here never gets old because it never looks the same twice. Every trip gives you something new. And as long as I can keep getting out there and helping other golfers do the same, I’ll stay grateful for it.
