Coloniale Golf Club regularly gets a four star rating in Golf Digest Places to Play, and it is well deserved. Coloniale is impeccably maintained. The fairways are lush and in perfect condition, and on the day we played, the rough was absolutely penalizing. All of the fairways, with the exception of the par 3's, seemed to be a dogleg, either right or left. The greens at times give you the impression of being approachable on a bump and run, but don't be fooled, all of them need to be approached from the air. And they are incredibly fast.
I had been invited by Ronald Breault, a club member and long time acquaintance. To my surprise, this round turned out to be a 20 year reunion for the seven of us playing that day. We did, as for any round, celebrate difficult pars by pumping fists, and, as should be expected, moaned any three putts or triple bogeys, which in our foursome seemed to happen too frequently. But rather than revisiting and recounting each and every stroke, as in Marcel Proust's Remembrance of Things Past, our conversation explored distant and fragmented memories still echoing in us: newspaper clippings from le Franco, tales tall and short, moments of intimacy and friendship, a home of fifteen souls whose hearts still beat loud and strong. At the end of the day, golf is more than a scorecard. |
| From left to right: Richard Hébert, Paul Denis, Maurice Potvin, Gilles Denis, Henri Breault, Ronald Breault, Jean-Marcel Duciaume |
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