My one and only golfing experience was history related. It was, one of the unique golf courses designed, and only used once. There were no greens, sand traps or water hazards. But there were hazards. I now understand why golf courses are devoid of boulders or anything that could send a golf ball ricocheting  in any direction. However, of the dozen or so participants, only one had ever played golf.

The course, it should be noted, was a one-hole course, a mile in length. Tee off was on top of one of most historical remnants the Skedaddle Dam. The course went due north to Chalk Bluffs, which was the 1890 construction camp site for the dam. There is a nearby spring, with names carved in stone by some of the construction workers.

In a footnote, Anne Bixby, whose home was at the Emerson Lake Golf Course gathered and donated hundreds of stray golf balls that she collected daily in her yard. Another person checked routinely at the Salvation Army and provided this eccentric group with golf clubs. In the end, a good time was had by all.

Enjoy your Thanksgiving holiday weekend. — Tim