Eleven holes. Not nine, not eighteen. Eleven. This oddball layout outside Albany operates on its own logic, and walking it feels appropriately unconventional. The terrain stays manageable throughout, with gentle rolls that never punish you for leaving the cart behind. Green-to-tee transitions work in your favor here. You can play two loops to approximate a full round, or just embrace the quirk and call it a day at eleven. Public golf at its most unpretentious. Show up, pay your greens fee, walk your round, go home. No pretense, no complications.
