Guys go golfing while the women stay back and clean

As the family vacation was coming to a close, the guys felt it was only right to go and hit up 9 holes of golf before calling an end to the trip. We left in plenty of time to play 9 holes and be back in time to help finish the clean-up. If it wasn't for the many minutes used to look for balls that landed no where near the fairway we would have made it. We were cutting it so close to the time we were to check out, we got a call from the wives wondering if we were ever coming back.

I must apologize to my father for my horrible golf game (is it even possible to have a golf game if you never play?) I also must apologize to any of the guys who may have possibly heard a curse word resulting from my frustration on not being able to hit a ball. One last thing, I am thankful there was no enforcement of the rule if you can't hit it past the woman's tee.


Anyone looking at this photo is probably critique the crap out of it. I am willing to take free lessons from anyone that wants to give them to me.


Ryanne's brother-in-law Chad. Sorry I let our team down. I know how it feels to be put on a team and have your teammate suck. Sorry you got stuck with me.


Ryanne's dad, Scott. Thanks for the golf carts. It wouldn't have been that bad to walk the 9 holes but adding all the extra ball hunting miles, I'm glad we had the carts.


Ryanne's sister Riki's common law lover (sorry I was not sure on the label), Levi. I'm pretty sure Levi went and hit balls a few times prior to arriving in St. George. It's was very evident on the score card.