Ah yes, Memorial Day, the start of summer. This is the chance for everyone to ease into the season. To get your feet wet in the cool lapping waves at the beach. To relax floating down a clear stream astride an inner tube. Sounds wonderful doesn't it?



But this was not the choice for this year. instead we celebrated

Memorial Day perched alongside a hillside in Autauga County overlooking the Alabama River. This was the Capital Hill RTJ facility. More specifically, the Legislator course. As the temperature soared into the mid 90's, we spent about 5 hours hitting and chasing a little white ball. Make that lots of hitting with a fair amount of searching, followed by some moarning several prematurely drowned golf balls.

The four of us gathered in Prattville that morning: transplated Steve, local Steve, young Justin and myself, to celebrate transplanted Steve's visit from the far north. A brief respite from the rigors of working on a ladder for the previous 72 hours for transplanted Steve. Nevermind the flesh-withering humidity, it was time for golf. Actually, it was a delayed start for golf, as transplanted Steve, minus his beloved mini that was stranded somewhere in the far northland, had to make his trip to Prattville in a 3rd hand-me-down car that was somewhat unwilling to start that morning. Once he arrived we rushed to the first tee, ignoring the snide remarks from the starter about being late for our tee-time, and began another adventure in golf. Of course, with this group, every round is an adventure.



Transplanted Steve discovered that his driver wouldn't fit in his travel golf bag, so he was forced to compete with his 3 wood. The lack of distance off the tee, didn't seem to hurt his game very much, since he finished solidly in second at the end, with a match and 2 greenies. Young Justin did very well and locked up the final match with a clutch putt on the 18th hole. Luckily there were no major problems during the round, no wrecked carts, no one fell into the stream, no alligators nipping a young Justin's heels. Just a very hot start to the summer season on the course.

Of course, transplanted Steve is on a mission to find golf in the far north, within close proximity to fresh lobster, for us to visit sometime later this year. That should be an interesting outing for all.