Disc golf is more popular than you would think in South Dakota - the up and coming sport is big on the West coast (especially where I’m from in the great, gloomy Pacific Northwest) but apparently they love it everywhere. It’s certainly one of the fastest growing sports (along with Pickleball - lots of talk about that sport lately - it originated on Bainbridge Island (in the Puget Sound near Seattle) in 1965 - people still visit that original court today, which is actually just someone’s driveway - it’s on my list of obscure tourist spots I would like to visit alongside the World’s Largest Ball of Twine in Kansas, Carhenge in Nebraska (like Stonehenge but with cars) and the lonely Prada store in the middle of the desert outside Marfa, Texas.
Before enjoying a family meal of ribs, corn, tomatoes and cucumbers at Grandma Arne’s, Uncle Lane (my Dad’s sister’s husband) and I hit the chains (or at least gave it our best hurl). Lane told me about how he used to often compete in local league play and tournaments scattered around the state but his shoulder is banged up after years of huckin’ the disc (who’s the Tommy John of Frolf?) We had a good time walking the 18 holes and delving into Lane’s variety of discs, over 20 contained by his sweet cart, a mobile disc holder, cup holder and all around good time.
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