Adam joined us for the usual round of disc golf on Friday afternoon. It was hot out there and it was at least in the 90s. This is a bad sign for the comming summer. I hope to continue playing Fridays. But we shall see though. On the first hole, Adam’s disc lands on top of the goal! Which, unfortunately, does not count as in and I gave him the first letter in PIG by sinking it myself.

On hole two, we lost John’s Wraith. We assume that it went into the creek and tried looking for it. Either it went into the deep (and obscured) part or it was laying somewhere on the grass and we never noticed it. But I did notice a set of colorful plastic flowers that were trampled into the mud. So ephemeral…

On hole four Adam loses his disc into the lake. Luckily it was floating on top and was buoyed by a pocket of air. But when we threw the retreiver at it, it promply sunk and dissipeared into the murkey depths. Adam went in wading but was not brave enough to go far enough in to get his shorts wet. So we called it a loss.

On hole 5, my disc veered off to the left and hit the road and skipped to the other side. Someone had spray painted E’s across the road (some of which looked like stick figure Klingon bird of preys). Who knows what that signifies.

Unfortunately all of this searching for discs caused us to skip three holes. We did throw at hole 18 and I some how slid my disc under a fence that protects a transformer.

It was late and I only missed a couple minutes of my Pilates class.