It probably looked like a disaster from the sidelines, but it playing mini-golf as a family was a hoot. The ten of us divided into 3 groups, and then Wesley went AWOL and formed his own golf team of one. [I use the term “golf” extremely loosely.]
(Yes, Piper is wearing PJs under a sundress and sweater. We’re on vacation.)
I tried to get the highest score by hitting my ball onto other greens, but Esther informed me that’s not part of the rules.
Luckily we had Tillamook ice cream across the street for all the, ahem, winners.