Sand Hollow Golf Course

Hannah driving. Yup, she's got her license to kill the competition.

These girls are impressive golfers. Understand now, that I'm not claiming to be any sort of authority on the subject since I refuse to touch a golf club, and when you say you have a "tee time," I usually picture ladies in hats and gloves with their pinkies in the air before I realize what you're talking about, but in sports, performance speaks for itself. Hannah and Sarah (Folks. My Sunday friends. Yes, I have friends for different days of the week. Except I broke the rules today and saw them on a Tuesday.) placed second and third in this tournament, and first and second in the last one, plus also they really look like they know what they're doing. Of course I don't place any of their personal value in their golf game, but I'm darn glad they play because of the PICTURES I get to take. Oh MAN was Sand Hollow beeeeeeeeautiful.

Putting with Pine Valley for a backdrop

I got a little sun-kissed out there, but I liked it. I mean, who doesn't like getting kissed? SCROOGE, that's who. Other than watching golf what have I been doing? Well alot. But you already know basically what that means, and I'm afraid there's just nothing much else to tell. Aside from the fact that I got a French Press. I put that in Italics, which are obviously of Italian origin because Italy is in Europe near France, which is where God created the French Press to make my coffee stronger, and therefore better. My shoulder hurts. Goodnight.

Rock Walls graced borders throughout the course


Sarah putting. (The U is pronounced like the U in UP, not like the U in PUDDING)
Just in case there was any confusion. I know, golf words are tough.