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Stepping into Funkature feels like opening the door to a workshop in motion. Painted cabinets and storied tables stand side by side, each piece carrying the thumbprint of its maker and the marks of past lives.


Dawn breaks over the Ouleout hills and dew works into the fairways. Birds call, old oaks stand along sloping doglegs, and the round has a mountain tempo all its own.
