Disc golf anyone?
It was another beautiful day for the zoo... that we had to pass up. Our littlest dog, Moose, had rather extensive oral surgery (read: removal of 20, yes 20, infected teeth. He doesn't want to talk about it) and we thought we'd better stay close to home, and we opted for another afternoon hike instead. So today was our first visit to Rolling Hills County Park. Actually, we'd both been there prior to today's visit but that was 15 or so years ago during our oh so cool middle school experience that each of us would rather forget, so for the sake of our current coolness status (don't laugh) we are pretending that this was our first visit. Calvin might have been just as happy to skip the hike and spend the afternoon exploring the play structure, but we wanted some exercise, too, and let's face it - the static nature of the kiddie slides just doesn't cut it, so we suited up and headed out on the trails for some beginner style hiking. The only problem was that we didn't have a map of the wooded trails and continuously found ourselves in the middle of the disc golf course, and sometimes some disc golfers. We had no idea how serious the sport was - some of these people were stretching between tees, had official disc golf bags and water bottles, and carried with them a plethora of discs (I think I'll use the 9 disc for this hole...), so the experience was definitely an eye opening one at the very least.