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Las Vegas Through the Eyes of a Golfer

Cascate Hole No. 7

Whether you love Las Vegas or hate it seems to be a matter of perception. To some, like Steve Wynn, it’s the grandest entertainment spectacle in the world. For others, such as Hunter S. Thompson, who perceive desperation and false hope in the legions of slot jockeys and card table monkeys, it’s a blitzkrieg on common sense.
For me, it’s both. Las Vegas is a dichotomy of the highest order. It’s a city and a big top circus rolled into one. I love the place and can’t leave fast enough. How many times have you heard your friends say, “I can only take it for two days…I’m going back next week.”
Contradictions abound: Half a block from the splashy, flashy new Trump International Hotel is the eyebrow-raising Erotic Heritage Museum; across Highway 15 from the multi-billion dollar, still-being-completed CityCenter are streets of tattoo bars, quick wedding palaces and $3.99 prime rib joints you really wouldn’t want to patronize, even at five in the morning after an all-nighter in a seedy club.


“For a loser, Vegas is the meanest town on earth.” –Hunter S. Thompson
“Las Vegas is sort of like how God would do it if he had money.” –Steve Wynn

Elegance and oddity co-exist in this surreal fantasyland created long ago by mobsters and kingmakers. Today’s mobsters wear fancier suits and build hotels, but the weirdness is still the same. Alongside the Coach, Cartier and Fendi boutiques, Pete Rose sits in front of a memorabilia shop signing autographs to make a living. There’s an Elvis store and a Garth Brooks store; a Beatles extravaganza and a Cher show, magicians apparently famous even if their best trick is making you believe they’re well-known.
Everything changes, nothing does. It’s the same non-stop energy as last time I was here, even if I can’t find my hotel. I’m thrilled and repulsed, and just a little irritated, but at least I can draw closed the curtains of my room and put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door…if only I could find my way through the casino to the elevators.
Even the golf courses can challenge the extremes of intelligence. A $500 round that would fetch $175 elsewhere (Cascata, Shadow Creek, Wynn) might seem like a sensible expenditure, because you can lose five times that much in half the time on the black jack tables.
And while those exclusive, “Nice to see you, Mr. Fuller” experiences might be perfect for those wanting to tee up behind Michael Jordan or Bill Clinton, for my money you can find darn good golf for much less elsewhere in town.
Bali Hai is closest to downtown, but with the airport so close I’m ducking all the time as planes land. It’s not the best Curley-Schmidt design I’ve ever played either, although they are a very talented design team.
One of my favorite rounds is The Legacy in Henderson, a quick 15-minute drive from downtown. One of the friendlier courses designed by Arthur Hills, The Legacy typically offers one of the best values as well superb conditioning, with rates running between $75 and $119 depending on day and season.
I had heard so much about Aria Resort & Casino, the new 4,004-room (I did describe the new wave of hotels as bigger) MGM-run hotel at CityCenter, that I wanted to see it for myself, so that’s where I spent the first two nights of my trip. It’s a hi-tech wonder. The curtains open and the lights go on when you walk into the room (yes, I finally found my room). I was warned at check-in that the mini-bar is on sensors, so even picking up or jostling the $12 jar of cashews triggers a charge to your credit card. Yikes.
I also enjoyed a couple days in Summerlin, where a less frenetic ambience is found. It’s a few miles north of downtown, and you can see the lights of The Strip in the distance, but only have to enter the wackiness if you so desire.
I’ve had several delightful stays at the JW Marriott in Summerlin over the years, but on my most recent visit I booked a room at nearby Red Rock Casino Resort & Spa. Located on 70 acres of land close to the majestic Red Rock mountains, this swanky property (the translucent red entry doors immediately let you know you’re someplace trendy) opened in 2006 and features spacious rooms that offer either a view of the Strip (my choice) or the surrounding mountains.
Of course for me, Las Vegas is not about gambling or dining, but rather golf, and one of the other reasons I choose Summerlin is that it gives me easy access to several of the state’s best courses.
TPC Las Vegas—former host course of the Las Vegas Invitational—is an exercise in strategic play. Like most TPC courses built for tournament play, it’s best to hit “smart” shots. Some 99 acres are grassed—not a lot—but this is not a target course. Located in the footsteps of the scenic Red Rock National Park, and only a few minutes from the Summerlin hotels, TPC Las Vegas is highlighted by superb conditioning, natural canyons and land crevices and excellent customer service.
Also in this golf-rich area, be sure to check out the 27 holes of Johnny Miller/Chi Chi Rodriguez-designed golf at Badlands that are yearly ranked among the top courses in Nevada. You’ve got to pick your club carefully and think your way around Badlands. You don’t have to hit driver on every hole…in fact it’s smart if you don’t. There are some forced carries over desert washes on the layout, but the resistance to scoring is really found on the recently renovated putting surfaces.
And Las Vegas Paiute Golf Resort is as good as daily fee golf gets in the area. The three courses at Paiute include the Wolf, which at 7,604 yards is the longest in the state. Memorable is the 15th hole on Wolf, a par-three that plays to an island green. Snow Mountain and Sun Mountain are the other two 18-hole gems at Paiute, where September rates range from $139 to $159.
It’s fair to say that until recently, Las Vegas was a place where golf was no more than an afterthought if you could pull yourself away from other pursuits long enough. Nowadays, though, Las Vegas and environs have become a full-fledged golf destination with courses of every variety and in every price range.
The family theme is long gone. Las Vegas is back to being everybody’s craziest fantasy…even if it’s one you wouldn’t want your kids to know about. Who among us doesn’t want to be a star? To have our 15 minutes of fame? In Las Vegas, you can dress the part, talk the part and act like Tiger Woods…for a price.
On the other hand if great golf is your prime motivation, you’ve likewise come to the right place. It’s all a matter of perception.


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