I'm not a big fan of golf. It ranks right up there with basketball in my list of "sports" that aren't really sports. (No, I won't go into detail now, but catch me during the 15 minutes my coffee is in effect and I'll fill your head with wonder.)
Still, mini-golf isn't so bad. And the mini-links in Redmond are pretty good with trees bringing the wilderness experience home. I even thought about calculating the distance "hiked," but that might taint my stats.
We had the whole crew plus today. All of us (and we're a handful), Nana and Papa, Grams, and three of the four from Chelan.
But we were ahead of the tween girl's birthday party so we were encouraged to keep moving. The kids didn't keep score, but apparently it was a death match for the adults. Worse, we were up against the pro. Papa is so good he has both gold and silver medals. The kids were very impressed. Amy muttered something about "participant" and left it at that.
So needless to say, there was much hilarity, a little crying, and a bit of digging through the brush looking for my ball. Apparently you're not supposed to hit it quite that hard. Meh.
Amy won, but that's no surprise. She wins everything. I mean... she married me. That's winning, right?