Week 13- Post 13

It was a hot, humid day and the sun was beating down on my face. The only relief I could get from it was the roof of the golf cart, assuming the cart was at the right angle to the sun. I had my friend/co-worker Travis sitting next to me driving the cart. He had told me numerous times that when I was in the cart with him that he preferred to drive. I suppose it made him feel a little less manly if he had a girl driving him around the course, so I went along with it. We sped around the winding corners on the first hole and finally came to a stop next to the green. He got out and walked over to the pole that marked where the hole was. He pulled out a pocket knife and cut off a glow-in-the-dark stick from the top of the pole. When he came back to the cart he said that he meant to get those off earlier in the day but forgot. Apparently, the night before, Travis, my boss Mike and his family, and a group called Demolay had gotten together and played some night golf. Night golf has been a yearly tradition at Whispering Hills; not something I’ve personally witnessed but have heard a lot about. It seemed like a very interesting practice. Travis and I sped around to every hole to get the rest of the glow sticks. I could tell from the used fireworks and beer cans lying around the course that the boys had a pretty good time.