This is a beautiful golf course. Had an amazing time for 19 holes.

I was in the area in October '21 for Redwoods National Park and was able to get a round in here. Nice municipal course with driving range (not grass) & putting area right at the 1st tee. Course was maintained fairly well, there was some rough that looked quite neglected but all-in-all it was okay. Some construction through the front 9 as they are cleary working on it. It's going to be a sweet course when it's all done. Greens were in fair shape. Front 9 plays on property out in front of & across the pro-shop; back 9 is under the road and up a hill, plays more private/rural. I enjoyed the back 9 a bit more. Reasonably priced and friendly people.

Grew up playing this course Fond memories Many locals badmouth the muni but I think it’s well designed to fit the beautiful property Some memorable holes on the back 10 11 & 13 are my faves Hardly ever crowded and very affordable Very good for a muni course

The Eureka Golf Course features tree lined fairways, small greens, lakes. The course is home to native plants, making it an excellent environmental stewardship and well maintained course.

Eureka. Northern California’s final outpost before the coastline folds into madness and the redwoods start whispering secrets. I rolled into town with nothing but a bag of battered clubs, a few cold cheladas, and a stubborn belief that golf — even municipal golf — still had some soul left in it. And Eureka Municipal… sweet Jesus, it delivered. It’s not shiny. It’s not sculpted within an inch of its life by landscape architects in pastel polos. No, this place is real. Eighteen holes carved into the fog-choked hillside with just enough logic to keep you sane, and just enough 90 degree dog-legs to remind you the game was never meant to be fair. The greens — good God, the greens — were firm, fast, and shockingly true. Like putting on polished jade. You’d expect some soggy municipal mess, maybe a few crabgrass eruptions or beer-can divots left from local legends. But no. These greens had been hardened by time, weather, and — I suspect — the stubborn pride of a greenskeeper who’s seen some things and doesn’t take shortcuts. Approach shots demanded respect. Land short and bounce it up. Land long and pray. But if you had the touch — if you trusted your line — you were rewarded. Not with polite applause, but with the deep satisfaction that comes from taming something wild. These greens didn’t punish, they challenged. And that’s the mark of a proper course. The fairways? A bit scruffy in spots, like a dog that’s lived a good, rough life. But playable. Honest. With a natural flow that felt more discovered than designed. You could feel the rhythm of the land under your spikes — the way the holes dipped and curved like the coastline itself, never overthought, never overbuilt. Locals came in all forms: tie-dyed veterans of the Humboldt haze, hard-swinging seniors who still play blades, and kids learning the game without a YouTube swing coach in sight. And every damn one of them respected the course. This is their sanctuary. Their church of cheap golf and better vibes. And the fog — oh, the fog! It wasn’t a hindrance. It was a feature. It softened the noise, wrapped the course in a cinematic hush, and made every well-struck shot feel like a secret between you and the game. Eureka Muni doesn’t pretend to be Pebble Beach. It doesn’t have to. It’s authentic, and in this increasingly plastic world, that’s rare as hell. For thirty five bucks and a good attitude, you can step into a quiet, green dream where the pace is human, the challenge is real, and the greens roll like a judge’s gavel. Play it. Love it. Tip your cap to the fog and roll your putts with courage. Final words... Municipal magic! A little scrappy, a little sacred — and a whole lot of fun.