When I would go on golf road trips with my dad we would always look for fun places to hit golf balls. My dad always liked to carry around old throw away golf balls in a sac that came in handy in these cases.
When I went to the beaches of Northern California with high cliffs, we hit into the ocean. When my dad came down to Austin he hit balls across the lake at 2222 and 360. We even have one special river along I-70 in Colorado that you can just barely clear on a “pured” golf shot.
It’s become sort of a pastime for us. We’re always looking for fun places to hit balls. By far, the most fun location we’ve ever attempted was on the top of Independence Pass.The top of the pass is also the marker of the continental divide: where water flows in opposite directions. East of the divide everything flows into the Gulf of Mexico, west goes to the Pacific Ocean.
We were on the way from Aspen to Austin for the first time my freshman year, and we decided to find a spot to crack some drives. We ended up finding a little bench just the right size to tee up a ball. It was a bit tricky at first to get comfortable, but once I was it was just like hitting off of a tee box.
So, you may (or may not) be close to Independence Pass, but I’m sure you can find something to ______ (fill in the blank) on a mountain. Maybe Mt. Bonnell, perhaps? What fun things have you done on top of a mountain?
Me about to rip a drive down the mountain
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My dad tried to teach me to golf when I was little as well. He never took me to a mountain top to hit a ball lol, but we went to the driving range a couple of times. That is, until I hit him in the head with my club one day. I gave him a shiner that lasted a good two weeks, haha. HE hasn’t taken me golfing since 😦 Maybe he’ll cave if I ask him to go golfing with me on a mountain! Cool idea girl!
-Bri
Like Briana, my dad also used to take me to the driving range in Wyoming. He would pick me up from school and we would go hit golf balls. Let’s just say it wasn’t really my cup of tea. My poor dad tried and tried to teach me, but not all of us are gifted at golfing.
However, when it comes to mountains, as a kid I spent a lot of time camping in the Big Horn Mountains in Wyoming. I think the craziest thing I can remember doing is going fishing (also not my cup of tea,) and getting the hook stuck in my face! Not very fun, but pretty funny to look back on!
I don’t even play golf and this sounds like a great idea! Who wouldn’t want to stand on top of a mountain or cliff, with a great view, and chunk golf balls all over the place?
I’ve secretly always wanted to be able to hold my own on the golf course, but I’ve only played a handful of times – maybe I’ll pick it up later in life!