I dabble at golf myself. Is that the correct terminology for this? Dabble? We belong to a course nearby aptly called Orchard Hills. There are few apple trees left now, but enough to remind the cart rider of its origins.
|That's mine in pink heading down the fairway on the eleventh hole,|
my favorite, by the way. Downhill
|Working our way to the green|
But it's a big deal to me. While I think a golf course would be a wonder to play during the event, dimming sunlight and all, I'm not sure in my situation. After all, I have the two grands with me and their introduction to the great game of golf wasn't all that spectacular. But the grandpa tried.
|Grandpa teaching the two|
For other duffers, I say go for it, even if you have to use an LED night flyer golf ball that glows in the dark. There is such a thing. Here's my husband demonstrating the see-through golf balls. A thin light is slid inside each ball, and others are placed in the cup and on the flag.
|Note his collections of souvenir pencils behind|
along with his three hole-in-one balls at the top
I'm still searching for the perfect spot for me.
Catch of the day,