This was taken during the shutdown of Indian Jones ride, we were stuck here for 10 minutes watching Indy and the ball getting ready to crush us.
Here in the desert southwest, we reseed with winter rye grass and for a couple of weeks courses are closing and people are scrambling to find places to play. The grass is thick, you have to walk alot, and the greens are so slow it make the putting part kind of impossible, and the two golfers who live in me, the choker and the player, just show up whenever they want. There were ten strokes difference between the front and back today.
Shopping for a new office computer, you think you know what you want and get overwhelmed went you get to a store with all the different models.