OREGON COAST TOUR

BANDON, TENTS, AND TSUNAMI'S, OH MY // Photographic account by Luke Davis

After teeing it at a quirky, yet captivating Par 3 course (did you see the Log post?) , Matt + I had one important task at hand, scoop our 3rd for the journey south from Portland.

Josh was making his way from RDU to join the motley crew, scheduled to land at the yawn-inducing time of 1 am (4 am EST).

A red Chevy Tahoe contained our gear, Matt + I drank a Kombucha beer, checked the forecast, and it was (you guessed the rhyme) clear. Before we knew it, the time had come.

Josh came bounding out of PDX, grinning ear to ear after seeing those infamous green carpets for the first time.

In an airbnb by the airport, we cat napped until 5 am, hopped in the car, and headed down Highway 101.

We were going to Bandon.

Josh's first time at Bandon Dunes, playing Bandon Trails to kick off the tour.
Forest Walk sounded fun
But a tram awaits..so we oblidged
Once out of the woods, Bandon Trails opens back up to linksy land
It's not called Bandon Dunes for nothing.
After a quick bite to eat, we headed on back out to Bandon Preserve for some Par 3 action.
"Bro, the ocean!"

We made it to the water — the group’s first up close sighting came on Bandon Preserve after hoofin’ Bandon Trails in the am.

Josh ran up to #5 tee box, and said, “fellas, this is the view we’ve been looking for.”

After we hit our suspect tee shots (still in awe of our surroundings), a downward walk amongst gorse + flowing fescue led towards the ocean. You could hear the powerful waves slowly roll towards you.

Bandon Preserve has to be one of the most sense awakening Par 3 course you’ll ever play. And for an unfortunate group in front of us, their spidey senses were tested by an errant hurtling golf ball.

We were up on the 9th tee staring at the green, it was Josh’s turn to hit. The next hole’s teeing ground contained the next group, a lively bunch of 6. If you were battling the left’s that day, they were certainly in the danger zone.

Josh’s club came back, and swooped through the impact zone, CRACK. Clean contact sent his ball arcing through the way, a bomb hurtling on a direct course to it’s unexpecting target.

“FOREEE!!!”

We squinted sheepishly to see the results of the errant shot, but alas, the ball landed and no one went down.

Like a comedian with quick wit, we immediately heard a yell from the group:

“Hey Fleetwood, the green is over there!”

Based on the chuckles, all was well, and the sun continued to shine.

 

As night fell, we pulled into the campgrounds at Bullard’s Beach, a few miles south of the main entrance to Bandon Dunes.  

A short rest and we would be back at it the next day, playing Pacific Dunes, a chance to redeem our bogeys.  

Must find coffee
First tee box: Scorecard, check... tees, FREE TEES!"
Pictured with Michael Chupka, Director of Communications, left, and our new paired up golf homie, Dominic, on the right
Fellas, keep it fair, keep it fair.
Matt might be afraid of heights
Home.

Mischief, managed.  

We thought this was the end of our Bandon Dunes shin-dig, but was there more in store?  // #golfishome

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