Gamble Sands, then sleep

FSD to Gamble Sands. Supervised the whole way. I watched the wheel. The car took the boring miles. I showed up with legs.

Thirty-six holes. That is the trip. Walk, hit, walk. No late dinner that turns into a late night.

Protect the sleep. The scoreboard is the next morning, not the last hole. Drive home in the dark if the day runs long. Night road. Eyes up.

Golf is the point. The car is how I get there without spending the day on the drive.