Did you happen to walk past your father, or husband, or boyfriend or fiancee while he was watching the US Open in 2010 and think ‘wow that Pebble Beach sure is a nice place’. I did. Except I thought it out loud, and my dad turned around proudly, as if he himself had filled every single sand pit, and said, “Oh yes, it’s one of the best in the world.”
I never thought we would be able to see it with our very own eyes. It seemed like a thing of wonderment and awe, something only for the eyes via television. We had decided to just drive as close to the club house as possible. We thought you either had to have your name on a very special list, pay a couple of hundos per person, be willing to go to jail afterwards, or be Tiger Woods. With security claiming the front of the The Lodge there was no way we were trying. That is until a few of us realized we had to go to the toilet before heading out.
My mom saw this as an opportunity. She walked straight up to the security guard of The Lodge, who in reality was a very intimidating door man, and he signaled for her to go in. As soon as we saw her pass the threshold we came from behind the bushes and followed. THERE WERE NO QUESTIONS ASKED.
GUYS! Anyone can visit! no one cares! You don’t even have to lunch at the Stillwater Bar & Grill. You can just have coffee, or order a drink and roam around the premises. It’s crazy! And so beautiful! We obviously didn’t plan for it so we didn’t eat there but you can! That’s where the PSA thing comes in!
Because I wish someone would have told us that you can roam around Pebble Beach golf course no questions asked.