The Three Hole Monster

• By Our Longest Drive Traveler
• Nov 27, 2012 11:00 PM ET

This town of Inuvik rolls out a tundra carpet for us and paints it red. The first order of business is to meet Mayor Denny Rodgers in Council Chambers. We present a proclamation from our Mayor Rahm Emanuel as well as a large tin of Garret Popcorn and some other mementos. In return, all of us, Mike too, get a bagful of Inuvik goodies including his honour’s own signed and sealed recognition of our arrival in the Arctic.

Denny personally takes us to a number of town attractions and points of civic pride. A recitation of the sites we see might strike you as a little quaint – they are wonderful; we’ll show you the pictures. What won’t reproduce so well in words and pictures is the feel of the place and how welcoming these folks are and how they have constructed such a strong forward-looking community in a formidable geography.

Later, we take a jet powered speed ride on the MacKenzie River in a boat piloted by Kurt, a road construction contractor and member of the town council. Kurt knows the river like the back of his handsomely tattooed hand. He takes us through skilled high speed turns and swerves that were right out of fighter pilot training. Travelers’ bodies and camera guys fly up and down the river and all over the boat. Just another unforgettable hour in Inuvik.

We play the Three Hole Monster at midnight along with Mayor Rodgers. Denny hits the ball hard and long and looks as if he’s had hockey training. He putts, however, pretty much like the rest of us. I don’t know who is winning the game, just that there are lots of sevens and laughs. Mike watches every shot with a critical but admiring eye. Members of the town council serve as caddies complete with Augusta whites and player names on the back. If we could find our tee shots in the rocks and mud (which is usually where we hit them) the local rules call for placing a cleaned ball on a piece of green turf and letting it fly again. The Roads End Course is a handsome and challenging track. I expect it to be among Golf Digest’s Top 100 after a few more growing seasons.

At the BBQ, we stuff in cheeseburgers and Canadian ale and chat with Hon. David Jacobson, U.S. Ambassador to Canada. He has dropped by to wish us well. He’s a Chicago guy. His presence brings an added dignity to the festivities. After the round, we get into Denny’s bottle of 12 yr. old Macallan. Players, caddies and the gallery laugh well into the continuing daylight.

Thanks for following our journey,

Jim