The cordial staff helps humanize a course that otherwise feels isolated from the world by mountain ridges. The sprawling practice area is a perfect place to warm up, although range balls ($12 for a large bucket) aren’t exactly cheap.
Pace of Play
The endless unfair bounces into canyons slow play to a grind, which keeps many locals away. Midweek you can play in less than four hours. Warning: If you get stuck behind a ball-hawker, pack kindling. You’ll be camping out.
Not since Neil Armstrong stepped off the lunar lander has golf unfolded on such a bizarre surface. Fairways squeezed along ridges deflect good shots into canyons, while rock-hard greens reject even soft wedges. Is this a Pete Dye joke — at your expense?
The freakish fun-house features make Lost Canyons something of a novelty, and at this price, it’s probably worth playing once just for kicks. But probably only a deeply troubled masochist would ever feel the urge to repeat the experience.
Lost balls. Lost patience. Lost sanity. You’ll get it all at Lost Canyons, one of the most eccentric and exasperating courses you’ll ever stumble upon. You’re guaranteed a memorable round. But it might be a round you’d rather forget.