Nine holes tucked into the western Maine highlands, serving Dover Foxcroft since 1923
Nine holes tucked into the western Maine highlands, serving Dover Foxcroft since 1923. The kind of municipal throwback where green fees won't crack twenty bucks and nobody blinks if you show up solo at 3pm with a carry bag. Terrain rolls gently through old farmland, nothing that will wind you. No frills here. No beverage cart circling. Just golf the way your grandfather played it. Walking isn't just allowed, it's assumed. Bring cash, leave expectations at the gate, and enjoy a quiet loop through country that hasn't changed much in a century.
