Saturday golf course visit
I always thought the main reasons for playing golf was to embrace physical exercise. Like so many things, it seems I was wrong. On our local municipal course the putting green and this driving range are popular; the players who go round the course all seem to use carts. We did see one other person walking for exercise. I have to admit that all the putters & drivers looked fitter than the walkers. The driving range has a ride-on golf ball harvester that goes around the green part of the range: how many players are able to knock their balls into the abyss is anybody's guess.
Don't be fooled by the green sward. The desert is only a step away.
This unidentified vegetation was being blown across the rough by a welcome cooling breeze. One good smack from a nÂș4 iron…
Gasping for breath, I thought we had reached the summit. Cresting the rise, I realized it was only the 15th green.
We returned by walking through the des-res neighborhood that forms the approach to the clubhouse.
The blossom was exquisite in the late afternoon sunshine.
Many local upscale neighborhoods have a 'recently-built' feel, but these mature palms suggest otherwise.
Some of the palms are still wearing their winter overcoats.
The local flora and fauna provided many photo opportunities.
This burning-bush forsythia provided lots of opportunities for a pronunciation Forsyth saga. Yes, yes; Forsyte, I know.
When we saw the moon we decided it was time to head home.
In the true spirit of tourist brochures we decided to mention the local shopping opportunities: this is the 'Family Dollar' store.
The local liquor store may not have garish two-fer offers, but it does have a Cordell Taylor steel sculpture.
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