So, another Thursday, another nine holes.
This time I'm ready, alert to the perils and pitfalls, hose-aware, as I believe it's known in adventure golf circles.
This time I'm determined: no unceremonious soakings.
Since our last game, seven days earlier, The B's game has improved markedly, mine not so much.
I avoid one water hazard but not another, ball in the lake, net needed, The B, having just sunk an impressive putt, in stitches.
He's enjoying our latest pastime, his enthusiasm suggesting that this could become a regular G-free pursuit.
I hope so, because it sure beats the bus.
Here's to Dinosaur Golf: the new 306.
@homedad.
SAHD: 8/9/2011.
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