I was planning on going to play disc golf by myself, a half hour drive from Myrtle Beach where we are staying. But when I looked up the course it was so heavily wooded and w/o map that I knew I would lose either my disk or myself.
So instead I forged my own course. I danced my way away from the ocean And into the housing developments to the West. After I passed the development I came across an empty lot across from a fleamarket called, appropriately, Everything Under The Sun.
I mentally made a disc golf course around the perimeter of the huge lot. Somewhere around hole 4 I found a cement platform with a hole in it. Directly across from the tee was Everything Under The Sun. As if on cue the Mario Brothers sound effects hip-hop mix made by my friend Rob came over the headphones. Suddenly I found myself playing disc golf and Mario Brothers at the same time... while dancing. The hole on the tee morphed into a manhole in the game and I went under for the gold coins. There were more under there than I could account for.
After the game I headed back to the beach for a Sun salutation.
When I walked onto the beach I saw my father-in-law walking solo. He cut a fine silhouette against the ocean.