In 2008 I took up golf. Actually, I was the last hold out in my family. When my son gave in to it in 2007 and loved it so much I decided to give it a go. This image is from our local course. We live in the foothills of Mt. Rainier and even though it is a public course and sometimes a little rough (no pun) around the edges it provides with spectacular views. My husband and I go at the crack of dawn so as to not hold up the real golfers. Don't get me wrong. My husband, Ross is a real golfer. However, one hack, even in a twosome, can slow you down tremendously. I'd love to set up my paints right on the course but the danger is too high. We've met some delighful folks. We have an inordinate number of senior citizens in our little town. Here is a group of 4, sometimes 5, that meet every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. They are almost always the first group behind us. Jim is tall, lanky and very friendly. Chucky is considerably shorter, not quite so talkative but equally encouraging. I haven't met the others yet. I plan to take the homemade sticky buns one morning. I need all the help I can get.