This weekend was a busy, exhausting, and fun one. Lisa and I went to Brush to visit our parents, and so that I could take part in the High Plains Challenge disc golf tournament. I got dialysis on Friday at 4:30 AM so we could get to Brush early and check in Friday evening. Everything went well, and Lisa, Sally, and I headed for Brush. We ended up eating out in Ft Morgan that evening, and practicing the 1st 6 holes on the Pessimist course.

Saturday morning bright and early, we got our hole assignments for the shotgun start, and started play. Dave was in a group one hole in front of me, and Dad ended up being able to go over and play with the pros on the Optimist course. It was a hot day. I didn’t play that well, but my skills were nowhere near my competitors where even if I played my absolute best, I don’t think I would have been too competitive. I’m not sure if it is the vascath in my neck, or if I am just a little bit weaker, or haven’t been able to play quite as much as last year, but my distance is probably about 80% of what it was last year. Many of the players I was competing with could drive almost 2 of my shots. I know how Rocco felt against Tiger
. On the pessimist course, there were just 3 awful holes. I started on 13, and soon reached number 16. I’m not sure exactly how it is supposed to be played, probably a long, high anhyzer out over the South Platte river that will turn back and miss the grove of trees that greet you. I don’t have that shot in my arsenal yet, so I had to try to go through a very small window in the trees. On the back side of the window, there is another tree. So, for someone with my distance and skills, you would have to throw a perfect “S” shaped shot to get through the window and avoid the blocking trees in the back, and still not put it in the pond behind. Then, behind that, you have a long narrow isthmus with a pond on one side, and the river on the other (both of which were considered out of bounds). The isthmus would ideally be the target for my second shot. I ended up hitting a tree that made up part of the window and dropping straight behind it. This left me slim chances of making it onto the isthmus, with the trees at the back of the window. I managed to make it just onto the front of the isthmus on a small dirt mound. My next shot, I tried to make it over the isthmus – but it was long enough and with a weird enough stance I couldn’t execute the shot and ended up in the river. Luckily a member from my group was already down getting his disc and pulled mine out for me. I dropped, about half way to the hole, laying 4 (and this was considered a par 3). I managed to get home in 8. Next up was 17. This hole was even worse. It had the same path that went down the isthmus, but it was up on the top of a levy. To the left, was the river. To the right, a valley full of trees leading up to a pond. I tried the valley – and of course drove right into a tree. I was stymied, so punted out about 10 feet to the side. So, for 3, I threw again, and right into another dead lie in a clump of trees. I was able to punt out maybe 40 feet forward, but most importantly close enough to a big pond that I was able to just barely get my 5th shot across. So, I ended up with an 7 on this par 3. Both of these holes were very long, so without the technical challenges I probably would have scored a 4 due to the length, but for someone with my ability, these holes were just awful. On Sunday, I ended up going 6, 11 on those 2 holes again. I did have some very good shots too. On 7 on Saturday, you had to throw an anhyzer shot mandatorily left around a tree, and the rest of the hole followed a creek. I ended up executing one of the best turnover shots I have ever thrown and landed about 15 feet from the basket – I still don’t consistently execute this shot well. Unfortunately a branch blocked my birdie putt, but it was an easy 3. On Sunday, on hole number 4, which was about a 250′ shot, I threw a great drive. Everyone in my group started yelling “that’s going to hit metal”. There was one tree hanging down that you had to avoid. I thought this shot was going to avoid it, but there was a small twig hanging down that the frisbee hit, and I ended up probably 20′ short of hole once my frisbee lost it’s velocity trimming off the twig. I did make the putt and had tee honors on the next hole for probably the only time in the whole tournament. Saturday afternoon we played 18 on the Optimist course. This course is the normal one we play in Ft Morgan. It is a great course. I had a lot of fun, but probably ran out of gas on the back 9 and scored a little higher than I normally would have. Sunday it was back to the pessimist course. I played much better Sunday, but with the bad 16 and 17 I talked about above, shot the same score for the whole round.
Lisa and my Mom went to my cousin Jill’s baby shower on Saturday morning.
Saturday night we had a great barbecue at my parents. Lisa’s dad ended up cooking, as we took much longer than anticipated to complete the 36 holes. The food was great, seasoned by the tastiest seasoning – hunger after a good workout. It was a great evening of fellowship and good food.
We made it back home Sunday evening, and had a great weekend. It was such a blessing to be able to do all of this – I don’t count on being able to right now. Dialysis (at least dialysis with complications) makes planning this kind of stuff kind of difficult.
Kevin