Opened up the frolf season today with a very good friend of mine.
We didn't feel like just going back to the Ridge because A) It would be packed, like groups on every hole. And B) we had played it a lot last year. So we went to Emery state park instead. And while it was fun I was not ready for it. It's about twice as long as the Ridge, mostly uphill.
So the front 9 starts going down a ski trail and is LONG. A perfect shot from someone at the skill level of my friend Hutch and I means we have a long birdie chance, or a decent par. We both shot 10. Not an auspicious way to open up the season. So we figure, new course, first outing, shake off the rust, the 10's will turn into 3's, 4's, and 5's.
They did not. They did turn into 5's, 6's, and 7's with the occasional 4. The front 9 is almost completely through the woods, which I love but at times it got ridiculous. Just impossible to get through without experiencing some degree of tree hate or disc eating monster branch. We walked out of the front 9 exhausted, muddy, bruised, and about 20 over par. A terrible performance I never hope to repeat.
The back 9 was very very nice though, a great mix of open holes, woods, and some nice dog legs down a par 5 or two running along the stream. Results? Not much prettier. We finished at a combined +45.
Unsatisfied and thirsty, we grabbed liter bottles of water and decided what the hell, let's play 18 at Chestnut Ridge too.
It was packed, but not terrible. Definitely had a few stoners start on 7 right before we finished 6. But all in all it was a fun afternoon, and much more successful than Emery was. We both hung around even all day and finished a combined -2, pretty good considering the year before a great day was finishing at -2 by yourself.
So Frolf, why aren't you playing it?
No comments:
Post a Comment