By the time I awoke, the sun was already breaking through the fog in Pismo Beach and it promised to be a warm, sunny day and I had a date to go golfing with Carolyn. Oh happy day.
This is my pitch shot from 80 yards out on the impossibly long par 5 ninth hole at Blacklake. J always challenges me to get bogey (+1) on this hole. I one-putted for a six. It can be done!
I ran into another old friend at the turn. Del and I played many rounds of golf together over the years. What a nice surprise. But this is a small town and we have been running into people we know everywhere we go—to the point where it has gotten to be a little scary. Terrible picture—we’re all “golfy.”
I never want to forget how beautiful these eucalyptus trees are with their twisty trunks and shredding bark.They’re hell on a golf course, though. Right Cheryl?
Later we went to dinner with Carolyn and Tom.
The view from the window. The fog is rolling in and after I snapped this photo it obliterated the sun for the day.
The night before, we had dinner at Bob & Judith’s. Judith just returned from Italy and made us the most delicious antipasto and fettuccini Bolognese. She is a brilliant cook, and, if that wasn’t enough, she won’t let you help with the dishes.
It’s not easy to party this much for three full weeks in a row. But we are doing our best.