Thursday, October 21, 2004

Frosty The Golfer

Derek has mentioned before that he was in Cub Scouts. Mom was his den mother so it was her responsibility to find fun things for these boys to do...places to go, crafts to make, things to learn, yadda yadda yadda. One year she decided that the scouts needed to go miniature golfing.

This was easy to plan because at the time Dad worked for Western Golf (geeze...was that the name of it? It's been so long...). They not only had a clubhouse and a driving range but a cool western themed miniature golf course. All she had to do was call Dad and set the whole thing up. Everyone was looking forward to it.

I guess this is the time that I mention that while I was not a Cub Scout (being as I'm of the female persuasion), I always hung out at the meetings and tagged along on their little trips. There was this one kid that would follow me around and snap my bra all the time. Needless to say I started avoiding him!

Soooo...the day arrived. We woke up to SNOW! I think this was in October so we weren't expecting snow at all. But there it was in all it's Colorado glory, at least 3 inches of it! We were all pretty couldn't play miniature golf in the snow! But Mom persevered. She hauled us all out to Western Golf and got us all balls and clubs and made sure we all had our coats and gloves and hats and, despite Dad making fun of her and all of us, we trekked out to the course.

At the first hole it became pretty obvious that we weren't going to be able to play a normal game of putt-putt. The snow was too wet & thick for our little colored balls to plow through. So, do we give up? Hell, no! We're Cub Scouts!! Well, at least a Cub Scout's sister. Mom went around the holes, dragging her club through the snow from the tee pad to the hole, making a path. I don't know how many holes-in-one there were that day - Derek says he got one. But that was the most memorable game of miniature golf EVER!

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