Here is Mark at the bottom of the sledding hill. I don't know what it is with me and beginner's luck (in golf, it shows up if I haven't played for a few months). This is the first time I have played 18 since before the boys were born and I hit great shots on the first 4 holes. Mark was getting irritated and I told him to hold on because I knew it wouldn't last. Sure enough...next hole, yuck! We got around to the back 9 and I had to switch to the ladies tees (Mark and I usually play off the men's tees together). We both played one of the par 3's well - Mark was cracking up that we took a picture of his best shot of the day and I hit off the ladies tee and par'd the hole too. Here is Mark, 165 yards from the tee, downhill, over the water (through the snow), 12 feet from the hole.
The laughter continued at Mark's tree pinball on the back nine - he tried this twice and once he even ran the ball up the trunk of a tree about 20 feet and back over his head. Then he tried to hit it out of the woods and caught the raised edge of the cart path - right back at ya babe! Too funny. I shouldn't laugh, I was playing horrible at this point.
On 18, you have to hit your tee shot at least 160 yards to clear the pond. Mark's first shot went to the left and we thought it hit the trees and was dry - turns out he hit this ladies car in the townhouse parking lot. She was just glad we came over and took responsibility for our poor golfing - whew, no damage done. We both hit off the ladies tee which also serves as the drop zone and we hit our way to the green without incident and I managed to sink a 12 footer to finish the day.
I am not terribly fond of our home course and there are plenty of ways to cause damage with all of the housing nearby. All but one hole on the front nine has brush or water between the tee box and the fairway so your tee shot has to be perfect or things go downhill in a hurry. All in all a great day, got home just in time to take a quick shower and get the boys at the bus.


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