Bonfires every night weather permitting |
It was a milestone of sorts for me during these three days. My scorecards had a little bit of everything, double bogeys, triple bogeys, I even sprinkled in a 9 on a par 5, something I've never done in competition before. It almost became comical, and all I could do was laugh. At the same time, an older guy I played with the last day dropped more F-bombs than I can remember. I hope to never be paired with him again.
We played in the pouring rain on the final day, and it reminded me of my junior days at Sahalee Country Club, where we used to sit and wait for it to stop raining, but it never did. It was refreshing, considering we don't see that much rain here in the desert in Southeastern Washington. It felt like home again.
When I traveled for this event I realized its a lonely existence being out there on the road. I frequented the Oyster Bar that sits right on the property. It was also telling how much I missed my dog. Bella is a huge part of everything I do. She travels with me to our place in Lake Chelan, she gives me the look when I leave, she greets me when I come home, she constantly brings me her Kong. She is truly the epitome of a companion, always there when you need her.
When I arrived home after being gone all week I was expecting her to snub me and be disappointed with my play. It was virtually the opposite, I've never seen her more excited. She was ripping around, sticking her butt up in the air, jumping on the couch and wanting a hug. Her buddy was home. She could care less how I played, or the numerous train wrecks I displayed in the tournament.
The beauty of having a dog.