Nine holes cut into Vermont's northern border country, close enough to Canada that you hear French on the first tee
Nine holes cut into Vermont's northern border country, close enough to Canada that you hear French on the first tee. Small-town golf without apology. The terrain rolls gently through farmland older than the course itself. No fancy amenities. No pretense. Grab your bag and go. Holes play short enough for an evening round after work. Locals know each other by name. Out-of-towners get a nod. Walking is the natural choice here. Always was.
