San Francisco Bay Area Curling Club - Playing Facility and Season

Playing Facility and Season

The Bay Area Curling Club has been curling in San Jose since 1994. Until the 2006 Torino Olympics, the club rented ice for short seasons - sometimes only 6 times per year. After the 2006 Olympics, the club grew rapidly, and partnered with Sharks Ice to provide classes and leagues.

The club currently plays at three Sharks Ice arena facilities. These are the Sharks Ice at San Jose, Sharks Ice at Fremont, and Sharks Ice at Oakland, skating arenas owned by the respective cities and operated by Silicon Valley Sports and Entertainment.

Ice is rented by the hour and ice time is relatively limited. Markings for curling are permanently installed in the ice, using rings painted under the surface. New rocks, brooms, and other equipment have recently been added to each facility.

The club offers multiple sessions of instructional leagues, competitive leagues, practice sessions, and various lessons throughout the year at the three curling facilities it uses.

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