E & I are off to meet up with Peter & Allison in ABQ, from there we stealthily approach Santa Fe while Peter rehearses us in Kaye’s 75th Birthday song (NSFW!). Will she be surprised? Did Walt spill the beans? Does she know something is afoot?
We snuck, we sung, we surprised! Mariachis in hand we tickled Kaye’s funnybone and everything went swimmingly. Pictured here is the origami Passenger Pigeon (from Smithsonian magazine), she is the new mascot of the Idiocracy- alighting wherever the Idiocracy is joined as record of our travels. May whimsy persevere in facing extinction!
Back porch birthday sunset looking East to the cloud-spaceship.
Bday view turning to the West.
Like icing on the chocolate birthday cake.
To the North the clouds and mountains do their thing.
All color pulled back to the West showing up the bbq briquets for hot red.
Just out of town is Buffalo Thunder Casino with an 18 hole golf course tucked among the dry hills and washes. Walt & Peter sports at golf, so A & I caddied, and E & K stayed t’home.
Overspray from the greens keeps the chaparral perky.
Sportzing at Golf!
More sportzing at golf.
Mark Twain said that “Golf was a good walk spoiled” and I have usually agreed. This course is a refutation, and a motivation for a walk otherwise not taken.
Peter gives Walt a sportz cheer for a long clean putt.
Walt is about to clear that water hazard and land it right next to the flag.
Walt & Allison heckle Peter with concerned silence as he resolves his slight overshot of Walt’s perfect landing.
The slow-golfing cigar-flicking divot-diggers ahead of us return for a lost smoldering stub that fell from between thick fingers to the ground. Peter finds it the second they head out, and he serenely flicks it out into the sand.
Sportzing at golf requires flag vigilance.
Walt takes over sportzing the flag.
Walt uses sportz-strategerie for less golf, embiggening his game.
Peter is a south-paw.
Walt makes sure he tans evenly.
I present you with this scenic tree.
Our sportz will take us to the top of that.
This is not a “hole” for sportzing at golf.
This either is not.
Peter finds the sportz-golf field and plinks his sportz-ball with his sport-stick. We get in the sportz-cart and drive a long way to where his sportz-ball needs a few more stick applications to land in the sportz-hole (sportz-flag removed first of course). These two playahz have sportzskilz. Respec.
This is what walking looks like if sportzing at golf.
Only the camera can see the ball.
Do not hit the ball here.
Hairpin canyon sportz-cart track.
Lets look at another nice tree. And shade from a cloud that was our shade a moment ago.
Walt’s ball will land on the green near the flag at the bottom left of the picture, waaay down there. Peter will just overshoot Walt.
Maybe there is a big electromagnet under the green and the sportz balls always fly toward it?
Not driving it this year. Thank. You. Airplane.
Is that the Green River?
Rounding Provo, and the picts get out of order.
Mt. Timpanogos. I should probably climb that again one of these days. Jeez.
Flight Attendant- can I get a drink please? This landscape is making me thirsty.
Salt Lake City. Home again home again jiggidy jig!
I love a nice big symmetrical rack. What?