Matt and I tried out the mini golf at Portland’s only amusement park.
I like that all the holes had these flags. They made it easier to get the ball in.
In fact, I was on fire during this golf game. “On fire,” in this case, is defined as mostly only being one over par and sometimes making par but still losing. Usually it takes me six or seven tries, hand-eye coordination not being a thing with me. But for whatever reason today, I could really get that golf ball where I needed it to be.
The course itself was very basic. But it was also deserted, which was nice. I hate to feel hurried during mini golf.