A former Michigander, my initial foray onto the golf scene – actual playing – did not occur until I was in my twenties (a billion years ago) and began working the ad agency circuit. Prior to that, golf was something I occasionally caught on television while visiting a girlfriend’s home – her folks were country clubbers who enjoyed golf décor, televised golf, weekly rounds with their foursome and regular getaways to Vegas, Myrtle Beach and the like.
Based on what I could see on TV and their lively anecdotes, I could appreciate their passion for the game. With the peaceful atmosphere, sportsmanship, incredible landscapes and attractive, ‘tidy’ attire, there was no doubt golf was a pastime about which I could definitely get excited.
I first learned of Hilton Head Island while working among advertising executives whose frequent ‘business trips’ to the Lowcountry quite intrigued me – i.e. I found it both amusing and enviable that all their ‘meetings’ involved clubs.
In 2000, a friend invited me to accompany him for an extended golf weekend at Hilton Head Island’s prestigious Palmetto Dunes Oceanfront Resort. Like many who visit the island, I was fairly entranced by the captivating views afforded by the bridge passage to Hilton Head, but it was the expansive and serene beaches, as well as abundance of scenic, world-class golf courses, such as the Harbour Town Golf Links (home of The Heritage), that sealed the deal.
I recall sitting at the island’s notorious Tiki Hut, gazing out into the vast Atlantic and contemplating what it would be like to be a local in this subtropical paradise and enjoy Hilton Head Island’s treasures on a daily basis. Not something the protective family of a single, working mom would generally recommend.
However, after a brief scan of the phone book, I was emailing my résumé to an island ad agency and setting up an interview. Three weeks later, much to my parents’ shock, I packed up my 18-month-old baby and my golf bag and became a proud, bona fide Hilton Head Islander.
Crazy? Perhaps. Regrettable? Never! My son, Jackson, now 12, has grown up in an incredible environment – his golf swing is pretty impressive too! – and I met my husband, Tom, here. And while I don’t yet enjoy a round of golf daily, I cannot think of a more amazing, golfer-friendly destination in the world than Hilton Head Island to strive toward that goal!
The weather is wonderful and I am more fired up than ever about hitting the links on Hilton Head Island and around the Lowcountry, and sharing my tales of golf victory (or agony of defeat), social opportunities and the need for more than one pair of golf shoes!