We play disc golf. We play a lot of disc golf. I think Dani has hinted at this obsession in a previous entry, but it's due time it got its full due. What is disc golf, you say? Well, it's just like normal (ball) golf, except that you throw specialized flying discs (can't say frisbee due to trademarks) toward metal baskets instead of balls toward holes.

The goal is the same, throw your disc from the tee to the hole in the fewest amount of strokes. How hard could that be? Harder than you'd think. Just like in ball golf, there is plenty of specialized equipment. There are drivers, mid-range, and put and approach discs. I know, right?

Anyway, it's a lot of fun, and our weekends have been consumed by its pleasures. I've decided to share some photographic evidence of our excitement.



Tee sign at Westpark Disc Golf Course.



Luke driving from the tee.



Dani sinking a long one at hole 9.

Stay tuned.

While shopping at Albertson's on Saturday night, a camel pulled up next to our car. We decided it was necessary to take pictures.

Let me tell you, this camel was huge. Like 15 feet tall with his head up. Apparently even camels like great savings.