But that was not the last round of the day!  Two kids and a wife joined for round #101, ending the day on a good note.  All of them also walked the 18 holes.

The consensus is that they like going directly to their shots and not having to worry about the carts.  Also, that although 18 walking tires out mere mortals (to about the same degree that 54 seems to tire Mr. Record Breaker), it is not until about the last 5 holes that it is noticeable.  This photo makes it look like the older generation had a few flat tires…

This one is end of round, walking up number 18 Flintrock.

After a walking 6 or 7 miles one has had enough exercise to work up a big appetite.  Lupe Tortilla here we come!

Out of solidarity we will be a walking  golf family for a while…