Seven holes on the edge of Lake Charlevoix. Not nine. Not eighteen. Seven. Michigan has a handful of these odd layouts tucked into small towns, and this one charges less than lunch. The kind of course where you show up, pay cash, and play until dark without anyone asking questions. Walking is the only way it makes sense. You will not find it on any list. You will find locals who have played it for forty years and never thought to mention it to anyone. That is the point.
