Tommy loves to pick up those tourist maps that have cute sayings and pictures of the businesses that advertise drawn on them. Since these will occupy him for some time in the car, I always let him grab them when we’re traveling. This can have interesting consequences, especially when he discovers that a few miles from Lake Champlain, where we’ve been hanging out a lot this trip, there’s one of the few miniature golf courses in the state. And it’s not just any mini golf…
…it’s extreme. Thinking this would be a fun family activity, we promised the boys that we would go and play. And so, after a gorgeous bike ride that started in Button Bay State Park, a swim in the park’s pool (which the boys had to do in their underwear – when, oh when, will I ever learn that I should just always have bathing suits with us), and a nature walk by the lake where we saw two snakes, we headed south to Champ’s Trading Post in Addison. There we drank some refreshing maple soda, and headed for the links.
I didn’t realize that the boys would want to play at a sprint, but then, I guess, it was supposed to be extreme.
Matt and I followed many holes behind at a more stately pace, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the view from the ninth hole, shown in the first picture. In addition to the fields and mountains that served as a lovely backdrop, the course was bordered on one side by a weathered, red barn, it’s sides worn to a patina that would be the envy of any folk artist. On the other, there was a pond surrounded by wildflowers.
The air smelled of freshly-mowed grass and manure.
So, if that’s Vermont’s definition of extreme, I’ll take it. (Oh, and between you and me, I won. By five strokes. Although we did have to stop in the middle of the game because of a bathroom emergency and imminent thunderstorm.)