A break from climbing for some Folfing

Sleeves, Mogue and myself romped around Bohart Ranch all day Saturday chasing a-wall discs (mostly mine). We started on the upper 18 where I proceeded to get schooled and Justin shined. We found a small building with a foosball table (with balls!) so we took a break and played a micro-tournament in the shade. Justin took home the trophy. We got 9 holes done on the lower 18 before we decided it was too dark or we were out of beer. I dont remember.

My cooler at Tee #1.

Ross Peak in the background.

This thing seems new-ish.

We take our fun very seriously...