Eight holes in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, carved out of someone's land and left mostly alone
Eight holes in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, carved out of someone's land and left mostly alone. The kind of place where you pay at an honor box and figure out the routing yourself. Flat enough that fatigue never enters the equation. No slope rating, no yardage card worth mentioning, no pretense. You walk because there's no other way to play here. The greens are small, the fairways forgiving, and the pace depends entirely on who else showed up that day. Chocolay Township isn't a golf destination. But if you're nearby and want to hit balls in open air without ceremony, this works. Bring cash. Expect nothing fancy. Get exactly that.
