10:05am – It’s been a while since I’ve written in the AM. I even got my free continental breakfast. Mind you, I made it by 10 minutes, but that’s neither here nor there (it’s in Summerduck VA). Anyway, I’m making it a habit of mine apparently to leave something behind at every stop I make. I left my jelly and bread at my father’s place, I left my bowler hat at my mother’s, I left my electric razor at my brother’s place, and I left my conditioner at The Grange. What should I leave at this hotel? A mess? You got it, readers.
11:18pm – Pictures will have to come at a later point in time, as I don’t have access to my wireless here (I’m on Steve’s computer, but we’ll get there in due time). After driving by a silly-named place I ended up in Columbus OH, waiting on phone calls that never did happen.
Two words: false advertising
In the meantime, I jutted over to Hoover Dam to play the Brent Hambrick Memorial Disc Golf Course. It is a world-caliber course, and I can’t say I disagree. I ended up playing golf with Wally and Molly who were two very cool and polite ams. They were, as you can see by the picture, very far away.
It is a 27 hole monster of an open course, with about 9 of the holes being in the woods. Of those, 4 are great holes, 5 are moronic, but really if 22 of 27 holes are good quality holes, I have no problems whatsoever. Except bunyons. That’s for another conversation. We played from the pro tees (a first for Intermediate Wally) and I shot a +7 for 27. It was disappointing, but it was an instance where not knowing the course must have cost me about 5-8 strokes. When I got back to the car, it had already hit 90 degrees.
So I sought refuge from the heat where anyone foolish with money would: a used CD store. To my credit, I only purchased 5 CDs, and they ran me a TOTAL of $10.49. That ain’t shabby, as they say in Badgrammarville. Onto one more course.
It was time to play Griggs Reservoir Park, also in Columbus. As I pulled up, there were many people leaving for holes. One guy asks, “Are you here for the league?” Five dollars later, I was. So without seeing a course and not knowing a single person there or how good they were, I was challenging them for money. I’d make a terrible hustler. Anyway, the course is a very nice beginner course with only one hole that wasn’t reachable by me with a Buzzz (and, for that matter, that one hole is Hole 18 and it was unreachable by me throwing anything except beams of light, which I’m able to convey VERY far).
Hole 18 at Griggs
I shot a 47 for the round, which tied me for second. One successful CTP later, I was the proud recipient of $20 (including the $5 I put in). All right – let’s do the CASH DANCE. Ba ba… babadabop ba! Ba ba… babadabop ba! Huzza Buzza! That paid for my CDs and a trip to Subway, as it was now late and I was hungry.
That was my final stop before settling into Steve’s place after passing another silly named place.
Long since agreed upon
Steve is a guy I met through the STICK webite (SteveOhio) and the hospitality has been unrivaled. And that’s considering I spent a night at a place whose SOLE FUNCTION was hospitality. Not shabby. After all, tomorrow is another day. So is next Thursday. Big deal.
Speaking of big deals, I present THE STATS!!!
Miles: 152.9 / 3,448.7
Money: -$6.24 / -$1,368.49
Rounds played: 2 / 20
Courses played: 2 / 12