Scottsdale Resort & Athletic Club
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
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Jon and Olly headed to the mall for a spot of shopping and Isaac and I spent the morning playing in the pool. A beautiful day, 95 degrees and clear skies.
The highlight of the day was lunch at the Rusty Spur Saloon in Scottsdale Old Town. Fab food and live music. The cowboy singer sang ...
... and snack. There was a Park Station that had some cliff dwellings about 700 years old but since it was the hottest part of the day and quite a steep climb and had bee problems we just looked thru the binoculars.
We continued until the road turned from Route 188 to 88 at the Roosevelt Dam and bridge. The bridge was built around 1985 so that the traffic could continue on Route 188 since shortly down the road which runs next to Apache Lake the road turns to dirt ...
... were none there. Others would hit on only to roll back to the fairway or off the side or back. I think the stimpmeter would have been around 15 (if I had one in my bag). The sand was another big issue. These traps were huge with lots of distance to the pin. The problem was once again the speed of the greens. Once you came out of a trap, you had to stop the ball on the green. We tried to do that with limited success. ...
... us old people! It is windy and cold out - again - been a long time since having a winter this cool. Hung around here till about 2 when we left for the WildHorse Casino in Glendale. We had tickets for a Classic Country Sunday with Larry King. Turned out to be a pretty good show. We were going to gamble a bit, but, you have to buy vouchers to play the machines and too much problem to bother. So we headed home. Partway home we decided to go to Scuttlebutte's for Pizza. We have ...
... brilliant blue skies in perfect colour contrast to the oxidized rocks.
Only the thought of the Grand Canyon tears us away and we drive through hours of mountain and dessert. It is the country of cowboys and injuns, landscape we only ever saw in monochrome at Saturday morning cinema. The roads are lined with the trading stalls of the remaining native Americans selling pottery, baskets and reproductions of their ancient artifacts. Their houses are barely houses at ...