Golf

We enjoy playing golf, though neither of us plays often enough to be good. There are several nice courses around us here in northern Wisconsin, and today we tried one that is quite close to our cabin but that we had never played before. Especially, when we play during the week, we can avoid being pushed by other, better golfers and can play as a twosome. We can take our time, hit extra balls, as we often need to do, look for lost balls, and enjoy being outdoors.

Kathie is the better golfer of the two of us. Her dad was quite good and taught her a few things over the years.

Kathie bought nice clubs for me several years ago, and I took a few lessons once, so I'm better than when I first started back in college. However, my dad, who originally thought the game was silly (wasting time chasing a little white ball through a cow pasture), took up the game later in life, and he was much better than me. He could never hit the ball very far, but he had a knack for getting good straight shots right up the middle of the course. You can avoid lots of trouble that way. I sometimes spend too much time zig-zagging across a fairway, which adds shots, distance, and trouble. I had fun playing with dad and his friends years ago.

This course today had lots of woods, marshes, and water around each fairway or hole. So, good straight shots would have been helpful. (You'll notice I said "would have been.") Here I am sizing up a tee shot.

What a swing! What power! What poor form! I look too much like someone trying to swing a baseball bat through the ball instead of someone who has a graceful swing with a golf club.

But you know what? This was a great way to spend part of my birthday—an outing in a pretty place, doing something fun with my sweetie. We obviously knew how to dress for the occasion.