The day was liquid sunshine with a deep blue sky and warm spring wind. As we pulled into Grand Central Station disc golf course in Central, SC…Jon sees Paul McBeth putting on hole 3.
Of course I didn’t believe him. Jon is always playing jokes so it was more likely to believe that Jon was telling stories. He insisted he was telling the truth…husbands. I chatted with a touring pro and his father at hole 1 about how windy the course is (true story, bring heavier discs with you). We talked about the challenges and advantages of being a touring dad, and the explosion of new players since COVID. They were out practicing on this beautiful Wednesday morning for the upcoming A-Tier event that weekend.
They gave me a run-down of players getting in their practice round that day — and sure enough, Paul McBeth was there. (I refrained from chasing him down for an autograph or some silly thing).
I think that pretty sums up the luck we have had on our trip. Everything falls into place sprinkled with surprise moments of joy.
We left several shots on the course that we would love the chance to do over. And that seems to be one of things we would change in our planning. We need more time with each course to further unravel its local routes and tree free approach shots (if they exist). The courses included in our trip planning include well-known top rated courses and obscure out of the way courses. All have fun holes and frustrating holes with local disc golf communities. At each course players tell us about other local courses we should check out.
To finish up the Carolina’s we stopped at Hornet’s Nest in Charlotte, NC. I’ve been wondering if North Carolina could be our next place to live, but I think the insane number of poisonous snakes will keep that idea from becoming reality. The food though, that’s another story. That special North Carolina Que with the vinegar is so good. We stayed a few days with family (miss you Kelly & Keegan:) and had a great time eating blueberry pancakes, hitting the trail at Umstead park, and getting some culture at the NC Art Museum.
In Lynchburg, Virginia we played Peaks View Park course; an unassuming multi-use park with mini-golf like pitch and putt holes. We met a brand new golfer who plays to pass the time between college classes. We gave him a disc to replace one he had just lost in the water and talked about how a lack of time would be the reason he would stop playing. He had no idea there were professional disc golfers, but faithfully kept score in uDisc.
From the top of a windy ridge in Shenandoah our courage was tested as the wind blew wild and rocked our camper each night. Most campers were there to kick off a backcountry trip on the Appalachian Trail. You could pick out which ones were just starting their journey (full of energy and freshly showered).
We made a stop at a course in West Virginia where we were the only golfers on a well laid out wooded course called Poor House Farm. It was an amazing park complete with a fishing pond and a picnic area.
That’s it for now, see you at the course;)