Golf and what not

These are some pictures from skating in LA a couple weeks ago. It was so much fun. I skated with Dan, his brother Greg, and his cousin Brandon. Rachel was with us too. So we went to these two parks. One is in downtown LA, the other is a ways away, and it's called Stoner Park. A fitting name considering all the second hand smoking we were doing at that park. Second hand smoking like a chimney... But Stoner Park is the new generation of skate parks. It has granite ledges and awesome stuff everywhere, and it was way fun.

So golf. Rachel and I headed over to Trafalga's 18 hole miniature golf course the other night and practiced our swing. Rachel held the lead most of the game until I pulled ahead in the 13th hole. The slanted green was too much for her putter skills, and she lost the lead. So miniature golfing reminded me of the days when I used to live on a golf course in St George. For about a year me and Matt would go out on the golf course every evening and practice hitting balls. Quite naturally, we didn't pay ever, we just went out when the last golfers went through. It wasn't a problem for a while, but they started to catch on to us. This one guy chased after us one time for several holes, and he tried trapping us on the green of the 16th hole. But fortunately Matt and I did not hold sand traps in high regard, and we cut across the recently groomed sand traps, climbed a hill, and made our way home. We told Brian who was anxious to fill water balloons and give chase to the dude in the golf cart. We couldn't find him... Things calmed down for a couple weeks, but they mysteriously flared up once again the day after Matt and I spent an hour on the green of the 17th hole, the one right behind our house, throwing the divot repairer in the air and watching in stick into the green. Apparently golfers are very protective of their greens and do not appreciate hundreds of little holes all over the place, making their balls bounce around and getting in the way of their game. We had so much fun throwing the divot repairer into the grass that the next day I even brought my pocket knife with me to throw into the green. But there were people out there that night waiting for us, and we had to run off. So after that event, the people surveyed the hole where we lived pretty tightly after hours, and we didn't golf all that much. But we started skating a lot more that same summer, and we pretty much just skated from then on. Anyway, I guess that's really all I had to say about golf. At least for today.