Last week I was on vacation with my family up in Maine. The wife asked me what I most wanted to do while away, and this first thing I said was napping. But after that I just blurted out, disc golf.
Am I a disc golfer? No.
I have done it twice in my life, and the last time was 10 years ago while at my best friend’s wedding. (Here comes a story!) My friend went to grad school in Kansas City, and that was where the wedding was taking place. As such, he invited a good number of his grad school friends. A couple of days before the wedding, the grad school gang all wanted to go disc golfing, and they were a real nice group of people, and invited the wife and I to go along. We were game, and had a great time with them. One guy brought a portable cooler with beer, and another person loaned us discs to play, so everybody got a little tipsy, and it was competitive enough to allow some friendly trash talking.
Every now and then, disc golf pops into my head, but living in NYC there really isn’t a place to do it here in the City. But, way up in the woods in Maine, I had a feeling that there would be a place.
About thirty minutes from our house we were staying in, there was a totally rugged, as it took you up the side of a very steep hill, but also a well-maintained course. The baskets and chains were what looked to be new, and tees all were clean, solid slabs of cement. There were discs to borrow, and being that I was there on a Monday, I had to place all to myself. It was like hiking but while playing a game.
I enjoyed myself, and it was one of the highlights of our vacation. And I am doing the thing I did the last time I disc golfed; I am wondering if I should go and buy a set of discs. You know, just in case I need them in ten years.














