I feel like such a kid when I get to go outside and play, no matter the activity. At the end of the day, even at my age, my hair smells like a kid that's played outside all day. I'm always anxious for a shower afterwards. I wonder what it is that causes that odd funk. Grass in Chicago or dirt & rocks here in the desert, it makes no difference. If I stay indoors (outside of the casinos) the scent of my shampoo lasts all day, but I digress.
Sunday, Frank and I went to Peccole Ranch to get in a game of disc golf and enjoy the weather.
This course has lots of trees. Frank got a disc stuck in a tree. Thankfully, we were able to wrestle it loose.
The course and walking trails are sit in the wash, there are few sewers to pass thru.
Pretty blue skies
I am learning more about photography. I took this shot to practice depth of field. I figure I have a lot to learn if I want to upgrade to a SLR. No time like the present to get started.
Disc golf talk continues in today's Living-Las-Vegas article,
Vegas Values: Disc Golf.
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