And, it wasn’t a bad 9. The first two were doubles–not great, the next two were pars–much better! These were followed by a triple (ouch); par, double, bogey, par. 10 over for the 9, and I was starting to get into the groove. Perhaps I should play the back 9 as well. I bogeyed the 10th, doubled the 11th, and on a short (129 yard) par three, put it 2 feet from the hole. A tap in later, I decided to celebrate the birdie with a walk back to my car and headed home enjoying the twists, turns, highways, tolls, and traffic.
I know I could have kept on playing, but I had somewhere I needed to be, and it seemed like a good idea to end on a high note.
Speaking of high notes, I managed to score this interesting Hagenauer/Baller Austrian (not Australian) figural corkscrew the other day, and am anxious for his arrival. It will make for a interesting addition to the collection.