DEATH VALLEY, Calif. — As you drive into Death Valley National Park, out through the desert west of Las Vegas , just across the border into California , you pass a sign for Devil’s Golf Course. Don’t be fooled.
It is not a course but a vast, craggy canvas of eroded rock salt that, people say, resembles a place where Lucifer might peg it. For other golfers, there’s a better option, some 14 miles up the road. The only real course in Death Valley, it’s the lowest-elevation layout in the world, in one of the hottest spots on earth.
Ringed by boundless acres of salt flats, sand dunes and startling rock formations, at the searing heart of the Mojave Desert, Furnace Creek Golf Course could pass for a mirage, a shimmering swath of green in a Mad Max landscape. It is, in fact, a literal oasis, fed by ancient underground springs. The game’s roots in this improbable locale reach back to the late 1920s, when the caretaker of a date-palm orchard roughed out a three-hole routing as an amenity to a newly built hotel.
In those days, borax mining drove the area’s economy. But even then, before their business waned, the mining magnates realized that Death Valley itself — and the tourism it stood to draw — represented a better long-term bet. And that golf could be part of the appeal.
The expansion of the course took place in phases: to nine holes in the early 1930s, and then a full 18 in 1968. Some 30 years after that, Perry Dye, Pete Dye’s son, renovated the whole shebang, .