Welcome to Riptide Lagoon
So... What's our story..?
A long time ago there was a little fishing village in a snug little harbour in a very remote location. The only way in and out of the harbour was by boat. A while back Wandering Willie tried to make the access easier to the little harbour with his little float plane. Landing was easy but the takeoff proved much harder as evidenced by his plane still stuck on the stump near the harbour. There is only one vehicle in town which is used to ferry supplies from the dock into the upper reaches of the town. The quaint little town thrives, with shipbuilding, fishing, a tugboat company, and the supply business all doing well.
Golfers will experience it all first-hand…They can pose for pictures in the old pickup near the clubhouse or with the monster fish on the dock. They interact with the quaint little houses built on the edge of the bay. The lighthouse stands sentinel over the entire scene as golfers go through the caves below. The busy local industry is evidenced by one ship under construction and the other at the final stages of refurbishment, and the 18th hole of one of the courses is into the stump on which Wandering Willie's plane is suspended precariously.