Two friends -- one from Alberta and one from Arizona -- came out last week for several days of golf. They'd never been to this part of CA and despite a bit of a deluge for several holes of our first round -- "Drought, what drought?" -- they generally were treated to a typical central coast of blue sky and scattered clouds, high 60s, and that little breeze we have most would call a wind. For the gamblers: We drove by Chumash Casino. We played on the shore at Sandpiper, my home course of La Purisima and Rancho San Marcos by the amazing disappearing reservoir otherwise known as Lake Cachuma. (88, 90 and a indeterminate 16-hole score for the third.) We played one round with a local bud who owns a winery so later he gave them a tasting and brief how/why tour. Dinner one night at Hitching Post II, our siggy baby backs here on opening night and Terri did fajita fest one night. Quite a few bottles of Pinot disappeared the first night and then we focused on the local brew scene. I don't think either really had a vision for what this part of CA is like ... and they liked it. The guy from Red Deer and I met about nine years ago on a shuttle taking us to a course for a media event (along with another from Prague who we see every other year, raising many a toast together to go with all the duck hooks). We've been fast buds ever since, and his wife is a charmer. I like how life deals such hands to us. The other is a PR dude from Scottsdale and, again, the fates introduced us and I could not ask for a better bud. Hopefully both couples will get here for Shrimp Boil '15 in September. My years-long traveling golf peeps from Riverside will be here next month for our annual golfapalooza, #20 I think -- Ojai, Olivas Links, Sandpiper, La Purisima. Life is very good.