How far is the pond on #2?
I'm sure next week there will be many photographs from this year's small but dedicated band of reunion-ers. Even though I don't have pictures -- much less video!; you'd think if we had a blog, we'd have video! -- several of you must wonder how the intrepid crew spent their first evening after dinner. Picturesquely ensconced in Condo 57 (http://www.graeaglevacationhomes.com/plan.gif) , overlooking the first and second fairways of Graeagle Meadows Golf Course, our intrepid reunion leader wondered how far it was to the pond alongside #2 green. Our eagle-eyed relatives settled on something in the neighborhood of 150 yards. Now, it was cousin Kenneth who, on his second swing with his 7-iron, found the far back side of the pond...but that's not what this story is about. No, it's about intrepid reunion leader, who so wonderfully exhibits the spirit of Graeagle vacations .
Having previously loosened up with a couple of glasses of wine and two or three before dinner drinks, intrepid reunion leader gathered up a half a dozen balls. The first ball, struck solidly by the divot that was struck solidly by the his golf club, clearly found it's way very near the middle of #1 fairway.
Be not dismayed, cousins. "Determined" is our cousin's (brother's, nephew's) middle name. (Well, "Thomas" is on his birth certificate, but I'm told that he was standing, hands on his hips in front of the truck before 630 Monday morning, determined to make an early getaway for Graeagle)...
Unfortunately, reporting gets a bit hazy here. Well, it was dusk and getting perhaps a tad difficult to see. But I'm told -- reliably -- and all present agree -- that it was obviously metal that struck the second ball. There seems to be some question about which part of the metal struck the ball. Judging from the direction of the ball, somewhere crosswise, off into the "woods" along #1, the consensus seems to be it was the toe of the club.
Done, but unbowed, fearless cousin (brother, nephew) proclaimed that was enough for him, and turned back to the condo. But not before proclaiming, however, that this proved he needed more strokes.
And this, family, is the spirit of a Graeagle vacation...to share the love of family, hit little white balls in various directions, step again into the Feather, and see the good in all of God's ways. If only in spirit.
Having previously loosened up with a couple of glasses of wine and two or three before dinner drinks, intrepid reunion leader gathered up a half a dozen balls. The first ball, struck solidly by the divot that was struck solidly by the his golf club, clearly found it's way very near the middle of #1 fairway.
Be not dismayed, cousins. "Determined" is our cousin's (brother's, nephew's) middle name. (Well, "Thomas" is on his birth certificate, but I'm told that he was standing, hands on his hips in front of the truck before 630 Monday morning, determined to make an early getaway for Graeagle)...
Unfortunately, reporting gets a bit hazy here. Well, it was dusk and getting perhaps a tad difficult to see. But I'm told -- reliably -- and all present agree -- that it was obviously metal that struck the second ball. There seems to be some question about which part of the metal struck the ball. Judging from the direction of the ball, somewhere crosswise, off into the "woods" along #1, the consensus seems to be it was the toe of the club.
Done, but unbowed, fearless cousin (brother, nephew) proclaimed that was enough for him, and turned back to the condo. But not before proclaiming, however, that this proved he needed more strokes.
And this, family, is the spirit of a Graeagle vacation...to share the love of family, hit little white balls in various directions, step again into the Feather, and see the good in all of God's ways. If only in spirit.
posted by sdjc | 12:01 PM
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