This place is like a cross between Brigadoon and a Jimmy Buffet concert. It's as close to the middle of nowhere as you can get in the Catskills -- it may be a half hour to get to another commercial establishment, and the only reason it was on the way to where we were going was we first decided to go on a more scenic route, and *then* we got lost. And then, poof! There it is! Announced with a National Park-style sign, a themed home-made labor of love based on the legends of Rip van Winkle. It is impossible, simply impossible, to get a more authentic and original and well-situated theme for a course.
The holes themselves are homespun -- could use some maintenance and a few cases redesign -- but that is part of the charm. The fact that it's free to play makes it extremely difficult to complain about this aspect of it. The amenities are very relaxed -- a bar, coffee, and a souvenir shop which seemed to be staffed in an irregular rotation -- and I only regret we were there on such a busy day that it was hard to get the attention of any of the staff (staff? owners? auteurs?) I've never been to a mini-golf where you could sit in a chair in the middle of a roaring brook between holes.
There's no cell phone service here, near as I can tell, which (a) may account for the low number of reviews, and (b) is a feature, IMHO. You can imagine the sense of isolation and wonder of the old Washington Irving tales from 200 years ago pretty easily without your magical screen functioning.
Whatever mad genius thought this place up and keeps it open -- my old school tipped dutch hat is off to you, sir or madam. May you be here forever. read more