A Touch of Madness
The only thing crazier than playing on a homemade golf course is building one.
By Elizabeth Peavey, Photography by Russell Kaye
To be perfectly honest, when our friend Walter suggests we try out the homemade golf course down the road, I think we are going to be sneaking into someone's backyard. I picture those John Deere-built, hundred-yard holes you sometimes see adjacent to a ranch or farmhouse from the highway. I'm not expecting real golf -- and that's why I say yes.My husband, John, and I are visiting our friends Marguerite and Walter in the western Maine mountains. We've just had a roadside picnic and polished off a bottle of wine in the process (the other reason I say yes), when Walter -- a serious, seven-handicap golfer -- thinks we should go knock a few balls around.
