Meadow Club

“Southward the great bulk of Tamalpais is reared against the sky…purple clad in the soft haze of gathering dusk. About you the broad fairways and greens melt into the distance…surmounted by the gently rolling hills beyond. Behind you the Clubhouse with beckoning hospitable lights…the murmur of voices…the tinkle of glasses. The air is clean and fragrant. It is evening on Bon Tempe Meadow.” - Anon. 1927

As fitting an introduction to Meadow Club today as it was more than 80 years ago.