Vaaaayyyyyycccaaaayyyyy
Back from vacay and it was good.The entire family went down to Beaver Lake in Arkansas, situated in the middle of the Ozark Mountains. Granted, the mountains are nothing but glorified hills but it was still nearly breathtaking. The cabin/house/thingy we stayed at is own by a couple here in town and it sleeps 16 comfortably with two hide-a-beds also. Fifteen of us invaded the cabin/house/thinger and we had a ball.
The first night, I slept in the top bunk of a bunk bed. That was a mistake. While trying to scale the ladder to get up to the bed, I took a ceiling fan blade to the head once. I slept fitfully, but ended up deciding to move the next night. Of course, getting out of bed the next morning to get ready to play golf, I was again assaulted by same said fan.
My father, uncle, aunt and myself played golf on Monday morning on a golf course built on Bob's Road. I say Bob's Road because it was the back way into this course. Thank you Google Maps for giving me the runaround to get to the course. Actually, the course was pretty cool, save for totally shitty greens. The course wove its way through the Ozarks, complete with some drop offs, ravines, and holes you wished you had a pack mule for.
Apparently, there is no wind in Arkansas. And it was a tich sticky. The other thing I’ve never seen is that this course had no drinking water on it, except in the clubhouse. Being that it was 82309 degrees heat index, cold water stayed cold for all of 22 seconds before becoming bath water warm.
The guy that designed this course did acid too. Some of the holes were good layout holes…others were nightmares from the deepest bowels of Satan's soul. There were a couple of shots that rolled down to the bottom of a mountain, and then you were required to hit it back up the mountain. I didn't play very well, blistering the course for 93.
After the round, we went back to the house, stopping for more ice and boat gas. Lunch was a fend-for-yourself type of affair with sandwich stuff available to consume. Then it was time to scale the slope known as the path down to the boat slip where we played in the water.
My earplugs worked 50% of the time, meaning I didn’t get water in one ear. I'm still battling the water today and it’s driving me nuts. The water was clear enough you could see a good 12 feet down and the skiers loved it. We'd play in the water, drink some beer, then started heading back up to the house to shower. Once showered, we'd lounge until supper was served, which wasn't before 8 any night we were there. After the dishes were done, it was time for some serious poker until late.
From that point on, it was lather, rinse, repeat for the duration of the trip. I killed a water moccasin on the road by the house, thereby saving everyone’s lives in the process. Of course no one gives me credit for being a hero.
My uncle said it best after spending four days driving the boat, "I'm going to have to go to work and relax."
posted by Rusty @ 10:13 AM
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