Hmm! What's the fascination?
Close to my all-time favorite action picture of Jenni heading toward Jester Peak, Yuma.
Close second.
We (I) dedicate this blog to Colyn Levin, a long time (term) friend from Johannesburg. I met Col on the golf course and have been good friends since, including with Sharon. A quick story about part of the relationship. Colyn was fairly new to golf but we soon became partners and took on all and sundry. In the earlier years, Col played off a handicap of 16 and I was a little lower at 2. In one competition, I played to my handicap meaning I scored 74-gross. Colyn, also scored 74, meaning he played 14 below his handicap. It’s considered ‘bad sportsmanship’ to play that well. Since then, Colyn plays to a much lower handicap despite a higher age. Should I even attempt to swing a club these days, I would need at least 16 shots from Colyn just to look partly respectable.
We would play often with Errol Grolman, another good friend. Tragedy struck and Errol passed on just over 2 years ago, in San Diego. Playing against Errol and his partner, Jeff, was always a 'needle' game made ever so pleasant because we usually won. I chose a partner wisely. We all miss Errol terribly.
Jen also played golf at a very sociable level, mostly with two Moms, one Dad and me. It was very good for our relationship because making up after arguments was most pleasant. Trini Lopez sang “Don’t make a pretty woman your wife”…applies even more so to golf. And, after all, golf really is a silly pastime. You take this little white ball, smack it over the grass, sand and even water and try to place it in a small hole or cup. What’s the point? Now take mountain climbing and hiking. A person walks and climbs to a peak, turns around and returns to the starting point.
You get the difference?...Let me know, if you don’t mind.
Touch down on Roosevelt Lake. Boy, did he miss the runway.
Side-tracked on the way up Lizard Peak, Lake Havasu.
A favorite photograph of this trip.
Sunset in Tonto Basin.
Getting through a tricky part of a climb off-trail.
Jen elects to remain grounded.
What's not to like above Roosevelt Lake?
Each day, they change the shade of blue at the lake. Talk of customer service.
The Apache Trail and Salt River flowing from Roosevelt Dam toward Apache Lake.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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