“I was 10 years old when I played my first set of clubs. A Spalding 4-wood, Tommy Armour 4, 6, 7, and 9-irons, a few Wilson wedges, and an old Ping putter made up this hand-me-down assortment.
They weren’t much to speak of, but I loved them.
I’d routinely spend weekends at my grandparents, hitting balls in their large back-yard. My grandfather periodically took breaks from his work to watch me hit balls over the fence along his property line, 100 yards away. It wasn’t long before I moved to a more uniform set, but I often reminisce about those early backyard days discovering the game.
I have fond memories learning the great game of golf during endless summer days at the local municipal golf course playing alongside a few close friends. We were all discovering golf together, united in exerting our energies towards the common goal of improving our games. Each day, our parents would take turns dropping us off before work and picking us up after dinner. We spent countless hours competing around the practice green, drilling targets on the range, and looping again and again on the 9-hole par 3 executive course. We were just a couple of kids with a lot of passion — I’ll never forget these early days on that scruffy course, falling in love with golf.
My perfect round would be with my Dad, Grandfather, and high-school golf coach, Ernie. We’d travel to one of my favorite places — Cabot Cliffs on Cape Breton Island in Nova Scotia, where the remote beauty is unmatched by any place I’ve traveled. The round would take place on a late Summer morning, with the light prevailing breeze and mild temperatures setting the tone for the day. We’d walk the course, sweeping early-morning dew from the fairways while enjoying the unparalleled stretch of golf along the Nova Scotia shoreline. Post round drinks would be raised by the sea, as we recounted this perfect round. Balls would be lost, stories shared, and another timeless memory forged.
Traveling across America by RV and playing some of the best golf courses has been incredible. A recent stop at the beautiful Belgrade Lakes Golf Club in Maine exemplifies the many aspects I love about the trip. A night spent camping under the stars in the golf course parking lot. A beautiful sunrise wake-up call. A round of golf with my wife Brittany capturing images and our dog Ella happily running alongside us. A post round beverage while swapping stories with a few locals. And an evening golf course stroll as the sun drops behind the horizon. These are the days we won’t forget.”
Jordan Griggs, Founder of Dapper Drive, Golfer, Photographer