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1978 days ago

On Sunday we headed out to Panola Rd to play some frisbee golf.  I rather enjoy it because its free, and a good excuse to walk around in the woods — something I feel we do far too little of these days.  And somewhere amid the towering canopy of the Georgia forest and the hippies camped out in the corners pretending they aren’t smoking joints, you almost get a glimpse of a feeling that you’re somewhere a lot farther away than you actually are.

It was about 8 holes into the course that that feeling became cemented in.  Generally when one is outside and it begins to rain, one perceives it by the sensation of water, falling on one’s head.  Not so in the woods.  Like nature’s version of a tin roof, the only clue you get that its raining is the thundering drum roll of a million leaves being smattered by a million glops of rain.  Only after a good 5 to 10 minutes, when the first drops finally filter their way down to your shoulder, do you finally come to the shocking realization, yes, you’re still going to get wet, only in a delayed sort of way.

We tried to stick it out.  It’s a tossup between running out across the field and getting soaked all at once, or standing under the trees in some sort of environmentally friendly chinese water torture, so that by the time you can’t stand it anymore, you run out across the open towards the cars, now halfway soaked to begin with instead of the dry you’d been 10 minutes earlier.

What made it particularly satisfying was that that had only been the 2nd time that day we’d got caught standing out in the rain.  At Brown’s Mill’s 1st tee box, 3 hours earlier.  Apparently Sunday was not a good day for outdoors activities, and we’d missed the memo.