Seven holes on Wisconsin's northern border, tucked into lake country where the air smells like pine and the pace feels like 1952
Seven holes on Wisconsin's northern border, tucked into lake country where the air smells like pine and the pace feels like 1952. The layout loops through modest terrain with enough variety to keep things interesting without demanding a Sherpa. Walking here is the only sensible option. Cart paths exist but feel beside the point. Green fees won't dent your wallet, and you'll finish before lunch gets cold. The kind of place where nobody asks about your handicap and the starter might also be the greenskeeper. Pure small-town golf.
