The driving range at Cam Springs is good, no drivers allowed though. (Ya, right!)

This is the golf cart that will hall my fat ass around for the day.

First hole of many in which I will bogey, double-bogey, and just snowman.

“It’s every player’s responsibility… Repair ball marks; Replace or fill divots; Rake bunkers”

I figured that I should get a semi-artistic picture, but took this one anyway.

Nice wide open gairway for which I will likely lose a ball or two.

Of course there’s racists and their signs.

This is one of the unexpected lakes that would give us a malaria bath.

I didn’t have the heart (or aim) to hit the landscapers on the golf course. Thanks for keeping the green so green folks.

Erik is getting serious about sizing up the hole.. at least that’s what he told me he was doing when I joked about him having to poop.

This is one of many putts that would be attempted and accomplished during the day.

“CAUTION: STEEP GRADE” oh ya, and be careful of dangerous snakes. Though I would rather run over a snake going as fast as possible.

I would eventually give 2 or 3 balls away to the bushes on the right side.

Erik had some serious club head speed going, allowing him to outdrive me without contest.

It looks like he knows what he’s doing. Really good that I wasn’t too close so that people wouldn’t compare us and laugh at me.

It’s sort of hard to see in a compressed image size, but the golf ball was just hit and looks to be about shoulder height in this picture with Erik.

I think that this is an excuse Erik uses to just sit and relax.

Amazingly tall mountains all around in the back of Cam Springs. It’s actually a great course.

Sometimes I felt like I was in some Rambo movie while going from hole-to-hole.

Lt Dan always got these funny feelings, he often shouted “GET DOWN! SHUT UP!” So I did.

Erik started getting nervous that someone was going to steal his golf clubs.

I’m not sure if there was a reason Erik kept yelling “DIE! DIE! DIE!” and trying to shoot, I just nodded my head and hoped he didn’t kill me.

I didn’t want to swim in malaria lake after I noticed the leeches were afraid of the water.

I was trying to copy my teacher, so when he hit into the sandtrap I followed.

Sometimes we would hit from between the blue rocks, sometimes all the rocks would get together and hang out.

The seventh hole was 535 yards, which was pretty awesome. Most holes on courses don’t afford golfers the opportunity to take a couple full swings with low clubs.

With the fair way this open it’s great to take a little harder swing, even if it doesn’t drive as straight.

“YOU THE GOLFER ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY DAMAGE CAUSED BY ERRANT GOLF BALLS”

Another nice action shot with the golf ball going to fast for my little Canon SD550 to get a clear shot. It looks like the golf ball was elongated in this shot.

There were a couple good opportunities for chipping the ball.

Umm.. I can explain. I didn’t see the tree there when I swung.

Seriously, getting two golf balls in this tree is a talent.

This is where the term “birdie” comes from in golf.

The scenery was nice, even when it was the freeway in the background.

Another true drive.

Cart 64 warning “KEEP ENTIRE BODY INSIDE CAR”.

If you can’t get a birdie, get a goose…

..or get a rabbit.

Lake Eat-My-Golf-Balls.. it was quite lovely.

Nothing like a 60+ foot putt to make you realize it’s not Golf ‘n Stuff here.

Despite numberous attempts, Erik was unable to hit the people in the golf cart ahead of us.