Marjorie had to work this weekend so Christina and I grabbed the discs and headed out for a morning of golf.

Disc golf is like regular golf, with a course, holes and so on, but you use special discs to play. They are a little smaller and much heavier than a frisbee, and you just throw them down the course until you get close to the "hole", which is a basket with chains on it, placed on a stand.

We had several courses near our house in Florida, and the main hazards there were large L-shaped courses, lots of water, and (no kidding) alligators. I lost one disc to a gator once - just too close to pick it up.

Here in Washington there aren't as many courses, but it is growing in popularity. There's not much maintenance on the course, and since everything is done "in the air" you don't have to mow or change a current park to outfit it for disc golf other than putting up the baskets. It coexists well with just about any course.

Some of the places I landed at were "tough lies" - meaning that you had to go up, around or through trees and bushes to get to the basket.