ABSTRACT
Thirty minutes drive from my home, a golf course sat adjacent to the interstate highway that I regularly travel. Several fairways ran along the highway, permitting me to briefly observe play as I sped by. A decade ago, unfavorable economic circumstances closed the course. The regular mowing, watering, and fertilizing needed to maintain the course stopped. Without human doting, the verdant fairways and manicured greens disappeared, long since turned to hues of brown. In the absence of human resistance, the forces of nature are reasserting themselves upon the landscape. Even just a few years removed, few vestiges of the golf course remain. Out of familiarity, I can still see the rough outlines of the old fairways along with the distinctive “yardage marker” trees and bunkers surrounding the disappeared greens. As nature has reclaimed this land, few others would likely recognize its past existence without help.
