It was a very sultry afternoon, and Larry and I were playing golf down at River Oaks Golf Course in Calumet City. We were walking, so as the skies clouded up, I became concerned that we had no golf cart for refuge if it began to rain.
We'd just teed off on the 12th hole, which leads deep into the oaks along the Little Calumet River...a very picturesque hole. Suddenly a huge, liquid bolt of lightning dropped into the forest directly ahead of us. Larry said "Wow!" but I became immediately concerned...walking around open fields waving steel sticks over your head is not a great idea in a lightning storm. But Larry said "There'll be a horn if we have to come in." I was dubious.
After completing the hole, the wind had picked up; huge oak limbs over our heads were thrashing back and forth. There's been no warning horn, but I said "Let's get out of here!" and started walking back up the fairway we'd just played, to where two other golfers were preparing to tee off. Larry followed, reluctantly (he had been winning) and as we passed the other golfers the winds really picked up, and the temperature dropped considerably. A huge powerful gust blew through. It became a struggle to walk into the wind, back toward the clubhouse. And with the rain and all the wind-borne debris in the air, I was disoriented...which way do we go? At points Larry's pull-cart was lifted off the ground and he had to use two hands to control it like a kite. As I looked back through the heavily falling rain, it seemed as though the light roof of the golf carts behind us had blown them over onto their sides.
After another tough half mile Larry and I eventually arrived at the clubhouse where a "hurricane party" was underway. And we joined in. It was great to sit inside with a beer, watching all hell break loose outside, safe and dry. It turned out to be a great afternoon...and Larry will have to try to beat me some other day.
Ha! Perhaps the gopher is implied?All that's missing is a gopher dancing to Kenny Loggins.