Fremont Park definitely has a rural vibe going, rural like Appalachian rural. The course starts next to the Village Council Hall. What the hell is a village council hall? Is this where they hide the still? There is small kiosk here. It's empty. There are small concrete tee pads. Some don't quite face the basket. The homemade wooden sign actually shows the tee pad not facing the basket. The signs show the distance in yards. The Discatchers are good and show up nicely in the Northwoods.

There are some extra nice composite benches on the course, always with a dedication to someone or a company's sponsorship.

You enter the woods at # 3 and stay in them through # 7. These holes are all listed as 160 to 210 feet with plenty of trees to argue with. I don't know about # 8. I hunted and hunted and never found the tee pad. I did find the basket in the grassy park area. # 9 is more of a challenge at 363' (I converted yards to feet here) and plays around the baseball fence and also includes a Mando which increases the difficulty.

I was OK with this course until I spent an inordinate amount of time looking around for the 8th tee pad. This also involved turning my on-line map over and over and every which way trying to figure it out. Playing solo has it's downsides, too.

Not a great deal of challenge here for better players.

Freeport seems like it belongs in Kentucky or Arkansas more than in Michigan. It feels like a very unsophisticated little village. Kind of creepy actually. I was more than ready to get of there. Not in a Deliverence, squeal like pig, sorta way but more like the feeling of being in a shady neighborhood and it's getting dark.

The course was very playable. I just needed someone to show me where the, probably very obvious, tee pad was located.