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A natural setting and above average playing conditions
make Loomis Trail a "Best Bet" in Whatcom County.[/caption]
I'm a "muni" golf kind of guy for a lot of reasons. The municipal courses around the state are usually less expensive, pretty casual about dress codes and lacking in pretense. No pompous member walks up and yells at you for not raking the practice bunker even though you left it just the way you found it—yes, that really happened to me a couple years ago—and it scarred me, maybe for life! My buddy Mr. Mudd was there to witness it so ask him if you don't believe me.
I hate pomposity... but here's the great news. I have found one absolute gem of a course in northern Whatcom County that is of Country Club quality, is really affordable—especially in the winter and spring—and sure there's a dress code but I've not been sneered at by anyone for any reason. In short, the course is a nearly 100% pomposity free zone.
Loomis Trail was once an expensive and elegant private course regarded highly by many who were lucky enough to be invited to play, as one of the county's finest tracks. However it was purchased by the Resort Semiahmoo a few years ago and is now a "semi-private" course, which means that the general public can play it every other day... to be specific, on even days of the week. (Its sister course, Semiahmoo Golf & Country Club is available to the public on odd days.)
Here's the deal. You can play this awesomely beautiful course like one of the fat cats for $45 on weekends up through the end of May. And if you can call in sick to play mid-week, you can play golf and eat lunch for $35 bucks on Wednesdays through the end of April!
So, wanna be like one of the fat cats, if only for a day? Get out to Loomis Trail and play a world-class golf course—lakes, trees, heron and deer all come delightfully into play—for the cost of a one-martini lunch. And if you really want to get the most out of the experience, assume the pompousness of the privileged. Walk up to some poor chump in a practice bunker with a saliva soaked cigar clenched firmly between your teeth and with the power of your glare alone, dare him not to rake it. As hard as I try, I guess I'll never really get over that one.
