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Albert Oakland course
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Our intern, Andrew Lovgren, made the move to Missouri for the summer.
To say that this past weekend was hot would be a gross understatement.
With Missouri on the northern edge of the recent heat wave that struck the southern half of the country, we only saw heat indices nearing 110, instead of 120 and up like some of those farther south. Not exactly the conditions I had in mind for my first free weekend in Missouri in several weeks.
My plans to go out golfing, something I have yet to get out to do this summer, were quickly abandoned as temperatures even in the early morning reached almost 100. Rather than huddle in my air conditioning and stream Netflix, an appealing, though unexciting, notion, I vowed to be active and enjoy my summer home while I’m here.
I started the morning with a walk, cut short by the already building heat. I drove over to The District and explored some shops, though my thrift college-student mindset wouldn’t allow any purchases, and then headed for a leisurely round of grocery shopping. While I did pick up some essentials I was missing, the trip was largely meant to get supplies for the next stage of my attempt at an adventurous Saturday: a large bottle of water and ice packs.
While I couldn’t go golfing because of the glaring sun and the unappealing task of carrying my clubs in that heat, I could head over to Albert Oakland Park for some disc golf followed by a quick dip at the aquatic center. So, after a quick lunch, I headed over with my bag of discs, filled with an assortment of drivers, mid-range, and putter styles on one half and the water and ice packs in the other.
The humidity made for one incredibly warm outing, making me yearn for the swimming pool throughout the entire round. However, the trees provided intermittent shade, and I was happy to be out there, taking the opportunity to play the game. Even as much as I enjoy the 18 holes of disc, the following short swim in the cool water was perhaps the best part of the day.
As hot as it is, with no sign of letting up, I recall winter walks, through sleet, snow, and ice blown by the bitter wind and remember wishing for the heat of a summer afternoon. While this is ridiculous, I might as well enjoy it while it’s here.