It's not really a country club, although there is a Hale Irwin private golf course and tennis courts, and a wildly popular game called pickleball that seems to be a cross between tennis and ping-pong, or as one of our neighbors calls it: tennnis for old farts with injuries. There's also a beautiful club house, complete with a dining room. Next door is an equally beautiful health club with both indoor and outdoor pools, and locker rooms with higher quality furnishings than our home bathroom.
Our new home is located in Prescott Lakes, a planned subdivision with a home owners association (HOA) that takes care of the common areas. Our monthly HOA dues include membership to the club, and since we would otherwise join a local health club, we work out at the Prescott Lakes club on a regular basis.
Last night the club hosted a get-together for residents in our corner of Prescott Lakes, an area called the Summit. I've never been to a country club for dinner or a get-together, and I didn't know what to expect. What we found were very friendly people who welcomed us to Prescott, told us about local activities, and invited us to dinner, a hike, or to stop over one evening. Everyone in the Summit moved here from someplace else within the past 10 years. There really aren't any 'locals' in this type of neighborhood, although we did meet a couple of people who were born and raised in Phoenix.
We've never considered ourselves social people, rarely inviting friends over or going to their home. We were always busy with work or with the kids and evenings and weekends we looked forward either to family time or some quiet down-time. Now our lives are different. In the past 10 days since we've lived here, we went to a neighbor's home for wine and appetizers, attended the neighborhood party at the club, went to another neighbor's home after the party, and are starting to plan inviting people to our house - once we have furniture in place.
I may even learn to play pickleball.
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