Saturday morning, I left the house at the crack of dawn to meet Kristi and two of my work team at a golf course in Pixler. It was a chilly morning, with a forecast calling for rain in the lower valleys and snow in the high country, so I armed myself with a pump-pot full of coffee, a bottle of Baileys, and a good attitude.
The tournament we were playing in was part of a co-ed baby shower for one of our volunteer Forensic Interviewers; her dad is a big golfer and he came up with the idea, which was, frankly, brilliant. About fifteen teams were playing in the tournament and we probably came in dead last, but, we had a good time doing it. I mean, I'm guessing; I didn't stay after the tournament to hear the final scores because about a hundred people were crowding the clubhouse for the rest of the festivities and I was peopled out for the day. Plus, my body was already starting to feel sore and I wanted to get home for some ibuprofen and a glass of something warm.
I did have fun, though! And, I can now say that I completed my first-ever round of eighteen holes!
Plus, I did it on a course that is known to be pretty challenging, which, if you judge it by the photos below; you will no doubt agree.
These are cliffs. We teed off from the top of a mountain and hoped to make it onto the green below, which was a challenge and a half.
The tournament was a scramble format, which meant that we got to drive from the best ball, which was often one of my work team member's shots, although, Kristi and I each managed to lead on at least one hole during the day.

Kristi and I had a blast following the gals around the course; they have played it before and were pretty knowledgeable about how to drive it as well as how to play it.
The course is located in the middle of nowhere, basically, so it shares territory with a herd of local antelope. These animals are incredibly chill and cannot even be bothered to get up when balls drop right in front of them.
The gals have a tradition of doing a shot on the 7th hole, and Kristi and I were initiated into the club. I think I played better after downing the Jameson shot, actually, so their tradition is pretty smart.
On Sunday, Hugh and I organized the garage for the winter; my clubs got stored away for the winter. I'll look forward to getting them out again next summer, and, now, thanks to these gals; I know that I am capable of playing a full course, even if there are cliffs involved.
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