10:04pm – It’s been a long and fruitful day, and by fruitful, I mean ripe with cucumbers. I actually saw a small sign on a dirt patch which said “cucumbers” and I thought it was a very sad tombstone indeed. Those poor veggies never stood a chance. Anyway….
There was no ball golf today as the course was mobbed. That’s fine as it allowed my father and I to go to Mac’s Breakfast Anytime.
Macs – it’s got a sign and everything
The south may be sketchy on their soda options, but man do they know their breakfast. Crisp bacon, scrumptious eggs shaken all to hell, and pancakes large enough to smother a small child. The price is right too. Apparently, they’re part of a small chain. Go there – it’s worth it.
From there, I saw the other sight West End NC boasts. Trees:
I imagine this is what Hell is like for disc golfers
Finally, it was time to escape from my father’s to play some disc golf. I hiked up to Moncure NC to play Swingin’ D.B.’s, which is a homemade private course. And why is it named Swingin’?
Hole 4 at Swingin’ D.B.’s, looking at the actual fairway
All baskets are dangling from trees on zipline for easy mobility and ingenious use of various household stuff. This course is the apotheosis of tight fairways, as several holes sported gaps of less than five feet. It is not a long course, so even early wood allows a good chance to save par, but this is TRULY a difficult course. And I felt like I played the round of my life. Using a Buzzz on nearly every hole, I hit probably around 80% of my gaps with seeming ease. My putting was alright, and if it weren’t for two circles (one which missed an ace by a foot and went long into the water, and another that cut-rolled over the road), the round would have been one of my best. I shot a +1, which was (to me) very gratifying. We were fortunate to have Chuck from NC as our personal tour guide, and many thanks (and kudos) go out to Chuck, Harold, and Mr. DB “It’s Me” himself. Thanks, guys.
I played with my brother Doug, who is an intermediate, who also shot well. Here he is, moments before an angry outburst:
Good form for yet another Sonderfan
From there we jetted over to Sanford NC to play O.T. Sloan Park. It is an extremely easy (yet well laid-out and meticulously manicured) course about 20 minutes from DB’s. I shot a disappointing Even (disappointing when you consider about 14 of the 18 holes are aceable, and certainly deucable). And here is the reason why I didn’t do well:
A great drive, kicked by a branchA lame putt, hitting the front of the basket
And we have arrived back at the Dad’s house, having eaten a terrific steak dinner courtesy of the culinary expertise of my father and stepmother, Magda. They make quite the cookin’ team. Quote my father about his cooking (really about everything): “I hope to kiss a duck’s foot” I leave for Florida at around 7am. Lots of golf left to play.
Stats: (today / total)
Miles: 116.2 / 793.5
Financial Status: -$25 / -829.73
Courses played: 2/ 4
Rounds played: 2 / 4
Times heard the name Mitch from someone else: 193 / 200
3:11pm – So you know that luck I didn’t get at Worlds? Or at Seneca? Or pretty much any time I seemingly play well at disc golf? I found out what happened to it – ball golf has stolen it. I played 18 holes with my father and I swear, aside from two (2) total bad kicks, I was getting love from the trees that would have made a tree sprite jealous. This included a screaming line drive that would have been OB by about six counties, and it hits the OB marker (which is a piece of pipe maybe 1 1/2 inches in diameter) and richochets back onto the fairway.
Ah, the form and look of a typical ball golfer.
I ended up shooting a 111, which is I think my best ever (I play ball golf once a year at most), including two pars (which I’ve only ever shot two others in my life) and a 25′ putt (which I don’t make in disc golf)
Financial status: paid $2.68 for sunscreen, but made a dollar off my dad.
3:50pm – I’m drinking Mello Yello. The South is filled with savages, I tells ya. SAVAGES!
8:29pm – I think for as much as people criticize my choice of wedding song with “Good Enough for Now”, a much worse choice would be “Creeping Death”. Just my opinion.
3:35pm – I was expecting zany adventures. I95 doesn’t lend itself to zany adventures. In fact, I95 is kinda the Renee Zellweger of highways – unattractive, unimpressive and tedious. Oh what I wouldn’t give for some shenanigans right now. My kingdom for a single hijink.
9:51pm – After eight hours in a Saturn, I was feeling the urge to play some disc golf. Mitch told me of a great course in NC called Zebulon, which I hadn’t played. I was optimistic. And after two holes, everything was still fine. But then I had the joy of spending at least 20 minutes trying to retrieve a disc that was Out of Bounds by only 5′, trekking through the inhospitable bog known as …. you know, I was going to proceed with my venomous lambaisting of Zebulon and how it is the incarnation of everything I despise about a course and how it is probably quite like birth except less rewarding and FAR more painful. But I’ll save you that. I’ll just leave you with this: if disc golf is your passion, then Zebulon might not be for you. However, if your true passion isn’t so much in disc golf, but rather foraging through Amazonian-river-basinesque foliage and topography, narrowly avoiding trenchfoot, praying the plant and/or animal that just punctured your chest isn’t too lethal, and wishing you were undergoing surgery instead of finishing your laborious round, then I highly recommend Zebulon. It won’t disappoint.
The two hour car ride that followed that was among the most looked-forward to in my life. I’m currently at my Dad’s house in West End, NC, amazed that I have any wireless signal.
Miles traveled so far (today/total): 609.2 / 677.3
Financial Trends (being cautiously optimistic as if I’m going to make money at some point) -$60.99 / -$803.05
Rounds played: 1 / 2
Courses played: 1 / 2
11:20pm – Okay, so I fully realize my trip doesn’t start until tomorrow. The two things I assume I will do excessively on this trip are 1) play disc golf and 2) spend money. Because I did both today, I justified starting my storytelling one day early. I played doubles at Warwick and played well, but didn’t cash (my partner was pretty new to the game). I think I need to take a look at this trip and already brand it a financial failure. I’ve spent exactly $742.06 on this trip, and I have only traveled about 40 miles. (Entry fees, digital camera, new golf shoes, food…) A this rate, I’m going to be a very sad Derek in 5 weeks.
On the bright side, I’ve already been to two states, played one round of golf, and realized at least one thing I forgot to pack. I leave in less than 9 hours. The excitement is so thick you could use it as a shim.