Hello world. Today Jay and I went out to sample LA golf.
Firstly they put us with three other guys. Then complained when we played slowly, we were following a 3 sum. Then being LA, one of the guys was Byron Scott, who, I am told, used to coach the Lakers. He was tall and slim and could move the ball quite well. Everyone was friendly and a fine time as had by all.
Jay and I got sandwiches from the famous Bay Cities deli. We, again ate too much and came back to Jay's place and collapsed on various bits of furniture.
Hugo seems to be pouting.
Pizza is on order and the game is on.
Back to golf. We played in Las Verdes (I think) , which is up the hills. The fog was strong today, my friends. Coolish, damp, hard to see through fog. It was thick enough that the laser range finders wouldn't work. GPS watches worked just fine, of course.
Almost 5 hours to play, which seems to be the norm around here. The course for tomorrow is the same.
Bad news is that the keyboard doesn't work as well on the tablet as it does on the phone. The arrow keys don't work and the blogger app editor seems to lose the location of the cursor.
Updates: I've made it to Kingman, AZ and am hiding out in the Mohave County Library while the heat drops off. Yes, it is hot my friends. But let me finish the times in SA.
The second round of golf was at another LA County course. They played the 1935 LA open there. Long, with a number of hills. Yes, LA is a flat area. Not much of golf to report, but I managed a nifty 5 on the final 18th, where in 1935, Arnold Palmer took a smooth 12. His drive was OK, but then sliced two OB on the driving range, followed by two hooks over the fence to the left. There is a plaque there describing the event.
Was it 5 hours long? I hear you ask. Nope about 4, maybe a bit less. We lost our third at the turn, a nice guy from SF named Dale - down visiting his folks. Then we saw no one for the rest of the round. Heaven!
Fish tacos for lunch, salad for dinner. I can't stay here much longer, by stomach can't take it.
Jay and I played a bit of backgammon, Jay kept all of his money and a bit of my own! Well, we didn't gamble, but he played well and rolled even better.
Saturday morning got the car repacked and the golf clubs buried beneath the camping gear. Got some gas on the way to US 10 East and found a ticket on the windshield. It seems the Santa Monica police were unhappy that I had no front license plate displayed and thought that a $25 bit of encouragement was in order. The big question is can I ignore this???
The temperature was in the low 60s upon departure - keep this in mind for the next post. Onward to AZ.
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