A round in Chocloate Bay

Yesterday started with the traditional vacation starting blood sausage breakfast. Ummm, good!

As both FCC and I were off for the day, we made plans to get together with Joe Candy and his wife, the Rev. Joan Candy: the guys going to the Chocolate Bay Golf Club, and the lasses going to Nuddude Island for some shopping.

Golf in Chocolate Bay at this time of year tends to be challenging. With global warming, the normally firm muskeg is a little sloppy. It is really hard to get a good shot off when you are in gumboots. Fortunately, I've found that you can get better traction if you wear icers.

The game went well with less than a half dozen balls lost- most of them being embedded deep into fairway.

I should mention that the recovery of the balls has become a major money maker for the course in the last few years. Frost during the winter tends to pop the lost balls up to the surface- sort of like squeezing a zit. In the spring, they gather up the balls, then grade, repackage, and resell them. Saves money flying new balls in at any rate.

FCC arrived home at Runamuk from the Nuddut run with ear rings and a couple of books. Life is rich!

Later, Mushers!