Pinging in the rain

On our last Saturday in Colorado, we attempted to do something special -- something that screamed, "Rocky mountain high!" We discussed taking a drive to several mountainous, forested areas, but realized we were too lazy to make the effort. We talked about visiting some of the famous museums in downtown Denver, but realized we're too poor (and/or uncultured) to pay admission to most of them.

So we settled on a mini golf. After all, everyone (including Coloradoans ... um, Coloradigans ... um, Colorado folk) loves a little put-put -- although I admit that I loathe that term. In any event, two of Mr. Dub's old pals joined us for the special excursion to the local mini golf course.

The only problem: It was pouring rain.

It's not that we set out to get soaked. While there had been a little microburst, fast-moving sunshine suggested that the sky would be dry by the time we arrived. However, this was not to be. So through some moderate sprinkles and mild raindrops, we attempted the "Adventure Cove" course. Most of the holes were flooded so we all got some practice with water hazards. (I mean, we really should have paid extra for the additional challenge.)

In the end, I still came in last place, thus proving my game to be solid no matter the weather conditions.

And then we went out for pizza.

Could anything be more Colorado?