20 April 2004
This is a typical view from one of the holes at the Cape
Henlopen disc golf course. Nothing but sand dunes and thick pine trees.
This is the hole where, after my first shot, it took me 30 minutes to
find my disc. (See rollover for location of my disc, lodged six feet up
in a pine tree. The disc is yellow.) Ironically, there is an open sandy
area just behind the tall tree at the left center as seen from the tee.
My throw went straight out and landed in a thicket. I wrote a little poem
as I was struggling through this course.
Briars, Brambles, and Thorns
The trees, they mock me.
Protecting my disc
then stabbing me
when I retrieve it.
They knock me down
if I dare take a chance
by throwing through them.
Okay, it's not a great poem, but I was frustrated. The
title comes from the tee maps, which were nice enough to point out some
of the hazards along the way.
DWL
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