Back in my radio days, we did an annual event I cleverly titled “Pilgrimage to The Homeland.”
I rode my motorcycle back to my home state of North Dakota and did morning broadcasts daily. It was all done tongue and cheek and it was jam-packed with humor, or at least I thought it was funny. I did this for something like ten years and it kind og got to be a thing. People still remind me of those trips. Well, here we go again, but without the motorcycle.
This trip, I will be driving my trusted golf bus complete with air conditioning, heat, satellite radio and enough room for golf clubs and related gear. The whole wind in my hair thing was highly overrated. Yes, at one point I did have hair so stop laughing. I was born and raised in the Peace Garden State but ended up going to high school in Duluth, Minnesota.
Anyway, I am heading back to Duluth in September for my 50th high school reunion and playing some unique and interesting golf courses along the way. The first planned stop-and-play will be in Medora, North Dakota, where I will play the Bully Pulpit GC in the middle of Theodore Roosevelt National Park. I’m told to expect many elevation changes and Badlands-type topography. Next stop will be Fargo, North Dakota, where I will be joined by a dear old friend from my early days in radio at KNOX in Grand Forks, North Dakota. Charley Johnson is now the president and CEO of the Fargo/Moorhead Visitor and Convention Bureau so he knows the best golf in the neighborhood. Then, I’ll be on to Duluth for three days.
I’ve been back for a couple of reunions over the past 50 years, but this one has me a bit anxious and I really don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I really don’t want to hang out with a bunch of old people knowing that I’m old too? Or maybe it’s because I know that this will most likely be the last time I will ever see these people?
There are two scheduled golf outings with classmates as a part of this reunion and I will play in both. The first will be at Lester Park GC where, as a youth, I would caddy during the summer. The caddy shack at LPGC is where I learned to smoke cigarettes and admire the articles in Playboy magazine. Ah, the fond memories!
The trip back home will include more golf depending on time and weather conditions. I hope to make a stop in the Flathead Valley and join some old friends for a round or two before getting back home to Apple Town.
I fully intend to write about this Pilgrimage experience when I return home but wanted to give a little preview of the journey, if for no other reason, to help me prepare for what could be an epic event.
Or not. Oofta!
See you on the first tee.