Finding a spot in the front row of the camper zoo we slid into a snug little slip and in 20 minutes another camper squeezed in right next too us. As Jackie is fond of saying, "Close enough to pass sugar through the window." We laughed away the compactness with a little lubrication from the liquor cabinet and went inside the casino to throw the dice at the craps table. Winnings: $45.00.
Breakfast of champions. Jackie's vegan-protein hotdog dipped in horseradish with hay sprouts tea.
All signs of intimidation disappeared when Jackie saw this old duck with suspenders on the golf course. "Now that's my kind of golf," she noted with a wide grin. We took half our craps winnings and bought two rounds of 9 holes, $20. Now that's *MY* kind of green fees. The whole course was more brown than green and the putting was more than a little bumpy, by hey, it was only $10 bucks a bag. Great place for us duffers.
Roadrunners on the course, a comedic relief amidst our serious play.
To this nice fellow I extend my apologizes. I asked him if he'd like to be on next month's cover of "Golf Digest" and he flashed the biggest grin I couldn't find it in me to pop his bubble. I guess he thought I was legit when he said, after I snapped the shot, "I got a hole-in-one on # 3 just last week." Or could be the laugh was on me.
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