Despite our best intentions of going to play disc golf over John’s birthday weekend, it just didn’t happen.

Fast forward to today.  John and I had gone our separate ways last night ~ he hung out with some college buddies, and I met up with an old co-worker (okay, I admit it, one of my most favorite ex-co-workers EVER and we haven’t seen each other in months).  While I was sipping cold Bud Light at a darkly lit bar in the city, John was in the ‘burbs, plotting our weekend activities.  So this morning, his fraternity brother came over for breakfast, and following perfectly cooked eggs and sausage (done by the man) we all headed out to play disc golf.  Or frolf (which is a word that I may dislike more than blog ~ the jury is still out).

Disc golf is pretty fun.

I almost got hit in the head and the leg several times (mental note: don’t take pictures and ponder where Jorge Dos would explore on a Saturday morning at a busy Frisbee Golf course).  But in general, it was fun.

Now, let me clarify.  I didn’t play.  I was a little hesitant about the whole thing, because I can’t even through a regular Frisbee, let alone throw one accurately enough to get it into a basket at the end of a ‘golf hole.’

But I think I’ve warmed up to it enough to try it out next time.

Here are some pics from today.  You know you’re thinking ~ Wow, that looks like a beautiful place to walk through on a Saturday afternoon.  Just remember, keep your wits about you, or you may get hit!

Jorge Dos on our way to the course

teeing off at one

the game begins

ahhh, nature

on a quest to find the 'bee

we are!

ummm... it fell over here?

gorgeous-ness

Nature is a very beautiful lady when she gets all done up!

I love the next picture ~ if only I’d snapped a millisecond sooner when he was still in mid-swing!  But it was my favorite tee-box.  So picturesque.

power shot!

I think, after it’s all said and done, that while I’m enthusiastic to give it a try, it will always be called disc golf in our house.  Jury’s in.  Decision rendered.