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| Today was going to be a far different sort of 'Jellystone' day - something we haven't done before. After a fairly early rise around the campsite, all the dads in our group loaded up their golf clubs, mixed up some bloody marys, and caravaned north to Gaylord in order to squeeze in 18 holes at the Black Bear Golf Course. |
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| Butterfield teeing off on the first hole. |
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| These golf carts had like zero pick-up, definitely some of the worst I've ever driven. |
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| BP and I don't golf at all, but being able to drive around all day in a golf cart, have some drinks, and listen to music (I brought along my JBL bluetooth boombox) sounds pretty damn good to us. We didn't have to pay anything, either - can't beat that. |
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| Omkar takes his shot. |
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| Coach Lonnie Big Balls |
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| This course was definitely not in the best shape, the golfers were kinda pissed about it. It looked as if they hadn't watered it in years, and were just letting nature reclaim the land. |
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| Missed it. |
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| Collier |
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| Butterfield and Collier had to scour this dried up creek bed for a missing ball. Good thing the ditch wasn't lined with thousands of small, white rocks. . . |
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| Gorgeous weather, though - no complaints there. |
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| The 'sand traps' - if you could even call them that - were overgrown with weeds. The rake placed nearby must have been done so ironically. |
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| Baby Driver, using his driver. |
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| Meanwhile, back at the campground, the moms took all the kids down to the pool/rec area for most of the late morning/afternoon. Kris attempted getting a bunch of the kids all jumping up into the air at the same time. Left to Right: Ella, Abby, Sophie, Alivia, Delia, and LJ. |
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| Snagged a group picture half-way through the course (feat. BP and I with golf clubs. . . for whatever reason.) |
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| Having a brain fart here - what's the name of this game called? Chicken? |
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| Abby and Ella vs. Sophie and Alivia |
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| BP. Not golfing. |
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| Omkar let's the gang know what's up. |
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| Having some lunch - which was just cheap hot dogs and brats - half-way through the course. |
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| Running by the pool. Just like you're supposed to be doing. Thank God the moms were all keeping a close eye on things. |
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| Taking a break from swimming |
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| Tom and Erik discuss strategy (I assume. I don't know, I f***ing hate golf.) |
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| This dried-up, piece of shit course was just covered in brittle, brown grass - I can't believe they paid to play here. |
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| Me and BP's cart setup. Thug life. |
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| Back at the pool - Kris, Courtney, and Mees |
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| When not taking pictures, this is how I spent the majority of my time while the others were golfing. . . |
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| Lonnie and Morgan |
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| Omkar misses once again. . . |
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| Starting to get a little overcast as it rolls into the late afternoon. |
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| FINALLY. BP and I didn't realize they had signed up for a full 18 holes, so this took up a huge portion of the day. Granted, we'd just be sitting around the campsite playing cornhole anyway, but still - if they end up doing this again next year I'd probably bow out. 9 holes is fine, but not 18. . . |
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| Putting on the last hole, at long last. |
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| On the last hole Ryan stole my SLR to snap some pics of BP and I 'playing golf'. . . |
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| Contemplating the shot |
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| Playing a game, back at the campsite |
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| Ella does the Cannonball's hair |
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| Abby, Delia, Alivia, and Sophie |
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| Sophie and Teagan, creating more mud balls. I don't understand the childhood obsession with this nonsense. |
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| Sam, Kris, Danielle, and Susan |
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| Just look at what these little bastards did to the tablecloth. . . hate kids. |
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| We rolled back in to camp shortly before dinner - ideal timing on our parts, for sure. |
Kids precariously eating in one of the gear trailers. . .
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| Houghs and Larsons |
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| So there has been this 'trend' on 'Tik Tok' (so I'm told - I don't use social media anymore) where people each hold a mouthful of water in their mouths and take turns slapping each other in the face with a tortilla. The moms have been a big fan of this, and had been doing it a lot lately, so Kris got some footage of the girls trying it out in their tent. |
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| Butterfield and Collier |
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| In the early evening, they held some kinda kid volleyball tourney with Yogi and. . . um. . . female Yogi. |
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| (You can spot Abby in the hoodie and shorts, off towards the left.) |
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| Delia, Abby, Sophie, Alivia, and Yogi (or, some teenager being paid $8 an hour to wear this hot-ass Yogi costume.) |
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| (Kris wanted another selfie.) |
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| Female Yogi waltzed over for another group pic. |
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| Back at the campsite, we started a fire as the evening drew on. |
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| Erik, Lonnie, and Morgan |
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| Mees, Susan and Stephanie show off their newly-acquired Jellystone hoodies. . . |
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| Probably the gayest picture of BP and I in existence. |
More of the tortilla-in-the-face trend, feat. Mees and Courtney. I hate Tik Tok so frickin' much. . .
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| Kris and Abby |
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| Some really handsome guy |
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| Another awesome time by the fire, as Day Two winds to a close. . . |
- Brian
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