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,
Gretchen
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