Girls Golf Getaways
by Karen Misuraca
At Play in the Coachella Valley
Like beautiful birds, women flock together. Whether on vacation, on shopping expeditions or relaxing at spas, women like to get spend time with their friends, having fun and escaping their busy, often over-scheduled lives. Female golfers, in particular, are indulging in “girls’ golf getaways”.
According to the National Golf Foundation, the number of occasional female golfers–women who play between one and seven times a year–has jumped from 2.6 million in 1997 to 4.3 million. Add to this the Sorenstam/Wie factors, and the popularity of the sport translates into a boom in golf trips.
An editor at Travel Agent magazine, Joe Pike said, “Vacations with girlfriends or female relatives are a significant trend. Women are increasingly taking active vacations together and more luxurious vacations than in years past. Travel agents say these getaways are not merely weekend retreats, rather they are between four and seven days long.” (Click here to read the article in full)





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