Putt-ing About In South Carolina

Earlier this year we attended the annual Restoration Destination conference at the Avista resort. Our stay was filled with beautiful weather, enabling us to get in a lot of beach time. We swam in the not too cold waters and played on the sandy and not too crowded beaches. Then towards the end of the week, a friend of ours, Ralph, asked to treat us to a game of miniature golf, at one of the local putt-putt courses. Delighted by his offer and appreciative of his generosity, we pulled onto the course, Wednesday afternoon, to view a small corner of South Carolina turned into a swash-buckling, high seas, mini-golfing adventure.

There were two different 18-hole courses so we decided to split up into two groups, the girls taking one course while the boys took the other. It was announced that at the end, there would be a prize for whoever had the lowest score on either team. Thus enlightened, we set off down the path to the first green.

We girls, after deciding in what order we all would hit, made our way leisurely around the course. Occasionally there were a couple of hole in ones, amazing rebounds sometimes, and even a few balls hit out of bounds! Despite the higher scores, we had a great time. 

 

The course was very interactive, with speakers set about permeating the atmosphere with pirate music or stories, and signs telling of famous pirates and buccaneer lingo. At certain greens, there was a wheel to spin and follow the often quirky directions. One time you might have to putt with the wrong end of your club or tee off with your eyes closed. Maybe you would use your foot the entire hole, or not be able to speak for a round, under penalty of gaining a stroke!

Once we girls finished the course we were on, we started on the second one, then we noticed that the boys were already about finished with their second course, so we quickly made our way around the eighteen holes, more for fun than to keep score. Back at the building, we met the boys who were waiting for us. Scores were announced, revealing that the winner of the boys’ group was Dad, and the winner of the girls’, Aunt Sue! The prize? Dippin’ dots, which Ralph ended up kindly getting for all of us.

The enjoyable afternoon came to a close. It was nice getting to know Ralph better. He was certainly a generous brother in Christ and showered us with his giving. We are thankful that he took his time and resources to invite us out for a swashbuckling game of putt-putt golf.

~Halayah