We teed-off in age order, from youngest to oldest.
The seven-year old west first . . .
Followed by her 9-year-old brother:
And finally, Old Man got his turn:
The kids really loved calling their Uncle Schleckah "Old Man".
This shot is exceptionally meaningful because these are the flip-flops Mark threw into the river the following night.
Hole 4, School House, replicating the old Nathan Hale Schoolhouse in downtown New London.
And of course, any self-respecting New London mini-golf couse has a replica of the Gold Star Bridge. Hole 5.
Look at that form. Look at that concentration.
Jacquie's girl was a very enthusiastic cheerleader for her fellow golfers.
She does seem to have made it into every photo.
Jacquie celebrated holing this one, as did the Heavens above her.
Um, Honey? This is a putting course, not a Driving Range.
Did someone say pose?
The tricky 10th -- Bobsled Run. Because, you know, it's summer in Connecticut and we are all about bobsleds around here.
And finally, the hole we've all been waiting for:
That, my friends, is a hole-in-one. The Boy got one on this hole too. We each had 2 holes-in-one. We both rock.
Right through Grandma's teeth.
We had to keep collecting our piles of beers and water bottles and cameras and flip flops all over the course.
Mini-Golf is photogenic, by nature. All those colored balls and bright clothes and the beach as the background. It was a great day, and we had a blast.
Oh, wait. Who won, you ask?
I love Putt Putt.