“A good walk spoiled…”
I respectfully disagree. This crazy endeavor, seemingly so simple, yet incredibly difficult. But regardless of the score, there’s never a round where I don’t just take in the scenery, be it a local muni (AKA a “Dog Track”) to a PGA-level course. I’ve started rounds so early in the morning that the moon was as bright as the rising sun and stayed until I can barely see the ball to hit. In short, never enough hours for this game that’s saved me in more ways than one.
