Here’s the first of several parts on my three-day fam trip/boondoggle/junket (which means it was courtesy of the Canadian government) to Cape Breton Island in Nova Scotia.
I didn’t have enough downtime to post anything too meaningful on WUP during the trip, but I tweeted plenty, triggering a direct message that said, “Damn, you’re rolling like a tour pro.” We sure were. When I received the itinerary and the flight plans said “private charter,” I almost fell off my chair. I mean, when was the last time a plan was chartered for eight golf journalists writers to essentially play golf? Well, probably more often than I’m aware. After all, we couldn’t be expected to drive four hours from Halifax to Inverness!