Miles 6437-6480: Lake Tahoe, Old Greenwood Golf Course, and Truckee
7/28
We hung around the house the whole morning until Jackson, Dad, Grumpy, and I went to play golf. We picked up my rented clubs and went to the driving range and putting green. I hadn’t played in eight months, so it was not good, as I expected. My putting and chipping was almost as good as it used to be, which still isn’t saying much. Even though I played terribly, it was enjoyable to get back into the game. I had forgotten how fun golf was; the calculation of each shot, the accomplishment of finally getting the ball in the tiny cup, knowing you had only done it by hitting it with a stick from up to 400 yards back. We met Mom and Pampam, who had been exploring the nearby town of Truckee, for dinner. We ate at Bridgetender, our last dinner with our grandparents before they flew back to the East Coast. It was very enjoyable, with normal, huge, American portion sizes that were fine for once, as I was hungry after a long afternoon. I got a grilled chicken burrito and finished the whole thing. We drove back to the house, got ready for bed, and went outside to stargaze for a short while. We were able to find a few constellations, but we couldn’t identify many, so I decided to do some research before the next night.
“Every day you either get better or you get worse. You never stay the same.”
