So in our packing for the mega road trip we brought . . . .
- 3 duffel bags
- 1 rolling duffel bag
- 1 swim bag
- 2 computer bags
- 1 camera bag
- 1 hanging garment bag
- 2 temple bags
- 1 food/snack tote bag
- 3 bicycle helmets
- 2 ipads
- 2 guns (I'll get to that later)
- 1 ammo box
- 3 road trip boxes filled with activities for the kids
- and 4 golf club bags
That's right. 4 golf bags. 1 for Scott and 3 for the kids. Scott was planning to golf. That is a given. We discussed the possibility of him taking the boys out, but it didn't work out. Soon, our time in Idaho was growing to a close and those 3 extra golf bags were still sitting in the garage unused. Nothing steams me more than packing super large items for a trip and then not using it.
In our early married days we lived in Utah, and from time to time we would drive up to his parents' house. Scott would always bring his golf clubs, his bowling bowl, and his roller blades . . . . just because you never know what you might be in the mood to do. Ackk! The excessive packing drives me just a little crazy.
Anyway, with just 2 evenings left in our stay in Idaho we packed up the golf bags and headed to the driving range. Tantrum averted.
Here are some photos from our delightful evening at the driving range.
See all the balls lying just inches from Anna? The reason for her frustration.
But on the good list is getting to collect all the balls that are 10 steps away . . . . to hit again! It's almost like an easter egg hunt. :)
Some pointers from dad . . .
He swings and . . . ooo, it's a miss. Nice divet.
Placing his tee for the next shot.
Scott getting slouchy with Anna's driver.
Golf was something that was completely foreign to me before meeting Scott. And now I have to say that I quite enjoy scenes like this (below). It makes me happy.
My boys with their bags (see Conner's monogrammed golf towel?) after hitting a bucket of balls on the driving range.