A bag of balls and a bucket of booze and I’m drivin’ outta town to Arizona.
No, I’m not advocating drink-driving unless it’s golf-range driving in Las Vegas where the Grand Canyon State is on the horizon.
And where fast food and craft beer oils the joints and helps you grip it and rip it and hit it towards open Arizona.
Where you can reach not just in the mind but in a helicopter or in an open car.
And if you reach rough where noone has gone before then the expanse of Arizona feels appealing.
The golf zone
Our friends out West must have seen something in me out in the Las Vegas Top Golf range to invite me out.
To golf near the Grand Canyon in Northern Arizona.
Elephant… never forget
At Elephant Rocks in Williams only an hour away from the canyon.
The course’s quirky name originated from the elephant-shaped lava rocks that greet guests on their way to the public 18-hole course.
Closed in the winter, the course is the perfect getaway during the spring and summer.
Stay in Williams to dine in a retro diner along Route 66.
And I’m working backwards here having reached the terminus in Santa Monica.
On the right track
Or ride the Grand Canyon Railroad for a scenic ride to the natural wonder.
Just make sure you don’t have someone photobomb your Grand Canyon shot.
So however you get there get drivin’ outta town to Arizona.
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