Another American Adventure: A Frisbee Golf Course

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

A Frisbee Golf Course

Have you ever heard of such a thing? This is the 5th hole, and there are 18 holes! It is embedded in the Knob Hill Park, where Jubilee and I hike these days. This morning we ran into one man with a Frisbee who was "golfing", and one woman who was jogging. Other than that, we had the place to ourselves.

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DawnSeptember 7, 2010 at 4:29 PM
Sounds like an interesting place!
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beth cioffolettiSeptember 8, 2010 at 4:57 AM
It is very interesting, Dawn - and quiet, almost nobody there during the week. I hope to explore it a lot more!
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.