I’ve decided that retirement can be either a time of mind numbing inactivity or a time of observation and exploration. I’ve tried both. The latter makes life much more pleasant. I resumed walking today. I decided to reverse my course. This time I went past the park on my westbound trek, intending to walk around the fairground coming from the east. I got side tracked along the way.
As I passed the park I noticed a disc golf basket. I knew there was a disc golf course at Lincoln Park. It was put in about a year ago, however I had not noticed that one of the baskets is visible from the road. Then I saw the sign pointing to the Disc Golf Course. Since I normally walk this stretch of the road heading west I had never noticed the sign. It is visible only from the east.
I continued my walk, but instead of circling the fairgrounds I walked out Airport Road and then retraced my steps back by the park. This time I decided to walk into the park and see where the baskets were placed. Upon entering the course I came across two guys playing. They stopped to let me through and explained to me that the course is played with a weighted disc similar to a Frisbee. I asked them exactly what the baskets were called and one of them told me they were referred to as a tee or basket. (He followed that explanation with the comment that when his girl friend calls him a “basket case” he knows it is time to go play disc golf.) The goal is to get your disc to the basket in the least amount of tosses. Apparently disc golf is very similar to golf, which of course I really no nothing about either. They handed a disc to me so that I could see what it looked like. Apparently there is a well-marked course of 9 baskets in the park, plus several more that these guys did not know how to find. Since they were so pleasant I decided not to interrupt their game any longer and left the area so they could continue. Next time I am by the park I intend to walk the course.
On the rest of my journey I thought about the first time we had ever seen a disc golf basket. We were in Crescent City, California. We had stayed at the Hampton Inn and Suites on the waterfront, just a short walk from the Battery Point Lighthouse. As we walked around the park we noticed these baskets. My traveling partner, quite a history buff, suggested that maybe they were something left from a Spanish ship wreck, or perhaps they were intended to be a replica from a Spanish ship. When we returned to the Inn, we asked the young man at the desk about the baskets. Much to our surprise, he didn’t have a clue.
The next morning we asked the woman on the desk and she told us they were for disc golf. She offered no more information than that. So until today, I knew that disc golf existed, but was pretty much ignorant as to how it was played.