Jon was away for the past week in Florida, so when he came back he was raring to go. Of course, John and I went as well. Unfortunately, the neighborhood was celebrating the holiday at the park next to the disc golf. So the road was blocked off.

A fire truck was here. John told me that his kid, Clint, correctly wondered why they call it a fire truck since it doesn’t squirt out fire but water. John replied that it should be called an un-fire truck because its job is to un-fire fires… The English language is just weird at times. Accept it.

Here, the fire truck tests out its hose by watering a tree at the tee off of hole one. Previously it was placed over the park and the firemen were throwing candies at kids. Our tax dollars at work…

And now it un-fires kids. Who gleefuly run under it. If I was up there, I would focus the stream, turn the pressure on full, and push those kids all over the place…

Apparently, yesterday’s activities were too much for someone. He was sleeping it off on a bench.

After we finished the course, we headed over to Bone Daddy’s. It is a Bar-B-Que joint over on Research Blvd. I noticed that there must be a Ford Lightning club meeting or something. Three Lightning trucks parked in a row. Cool!

Their selection of draft beer was not the best. But they did have 32oz mugs which were quite large…