So my Dad and I were playing a round of golf on a typically perfec fall day in Michigan, and per usual, my dad was driving our cart. The only time I would drive was when, as usual, he was hitting into/through/around dense foliage, and I would take myself and the cart a safe distance back. On the 16th hole my dad’s drive found the second cut of rough on the right side of fairway next to a dribbling “creek”, and creek is used quite generously in this instance.
To save you the suspense and me the embarrassment (at least some of it), I will get to the point. After driving a good measure down the fairway to get to the wooden “bridge” (again used generously) and finding his ball, I was reluctant to drive all the way back to the bridge; so, I did the most logical thing (at the time), and decided to drive through it. Take a look at the result:
What’s more: we got our $1 deposit back!
Daniel,
My recollection of this event is far different from yours…”Dad, I’m going to drive across the creek!” My response,”there’s no way you’ll make it. When you get stuck I won’t help you…”
The part where we received our $1 deposit rings true.
Look forward to our next round of golf.
Hopefully won’t need two golf carts pulling us out of the raging rapids…
Love, Dad