A Day in the Life…
It was fun playing Frisbee golf with the boys. I told both of them that they were terrible at the game and should not expect too much of themselves. They did just fine. I, however, kept expecting too much of my boys. I dialed it back a bit, and tried to have fun. After all, I was the only one throwing for par.
But then there was the mud. The course is laid out on a the bank of a creek bed, and actually in the creek bed. It’s a Texas creek bed, so that means that much of the time, there isn’t a lot of running water in it. Given that we had a bunch of rain the night before, there was a steady stream.
We did our best to avoid the muddy spots, but by hole 10, we gave up. There was just too much mud And several of the holes, which were actually in the creek bed, were so soppy that we didn’t try to play them. We gingerly made our way around the really muddy spots, if gingerly can be used when your shoes grow in size with each step as the mud continues to cling the the already existing mud. At one point, we had to cross the creek. Andy jumped across it, showing us the most narrow spot. Then Joey jumped across it. And of course, I didn’t make it. My left foot slipped on the opposite side of the bank and I plunged into the cold water. Great!