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Last weekend was the boys golf weekend up at camp. Took my buddy with me (he goes every year) and headed up early on Friday. We golfed on a beutiful mountain course overlooking Lake Winnipasaki (ya, I can't spell it and I could never spell buetiful either).
The day was supposed to be sunny and cool. However, I misjudged the wind. It was howling off the lake, up the mountain and into us. Two or three club lengths of wind (it's a golf measure).
Nonetheless, it was a good time and we played well.
That night we burned up a huge stack of wood for the campfire because it was cooooold. I cooked up steaktips, corn on the cob and baked potatos. Good stuff.
The next day was a group breakfast with all the guys, 18 holes at the local course (I won $19 on a closest to the pin) and then a massive pigout.
Later on, back to the campfire till well into the night.
The next day it was raining. No golf so we ate breakfast and went home.
Good weekend.
The day was supposed to be sunny and cool. However, I misjudged the wind. It was howling off the lake, up the mountain and into us. Two or three club lengths of wind (it's a golf measure).
Nonetheless, it was a good time and we played well.
That night we burned up a huge stack of wood for the campfire because it was cooooold. I cooked up steaktips, corn on the cob and baked potatos. Good stuff.
The next day was a group breakfast with all the guys, 18 holes at the local course (I won $19 on a closest to the pin) and then a massive pigout.
Later on, back to the campfire till well into the night.
The next day it was raining. No golf so we ate breakfast and went home.
Good weekend.