Tonight, a few of us walked the 15th hole on a golf course. The golfers were gone for the day, hopefully celebrating Father's Day with loved ones. The sun was setting in the west. A cool breeze blew off the Pacific and through the mountains until it kissed the roughs and fairways, sand traps and greens.
What a great night.
We lacked golf carts, or equipment. We carried no clubs or balls or gloves or tees. Instead, family members enjoyed the walk together, chatting about this and that, asking questions about the area, the course, life in general. In short, getting to know each other better, spending time together after years apart.
It's the best part of a vacation.
The Number 15 Hold is a Par 4, 390 yards from the far tee. We've been told it's one of the hardest holes on the entire course. I wouldn't know anything about that. And really, the difficulty of the hole makes no difference to us. The walk is the reward, the prize.
We returned, the sky darker, the chill in the air a little cooler. Tomorrow, more golfers will test their skill on the course, or just waste time. They'll never know for a short time, for a few lucky family members, the 15th hole was hallowed ground.
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