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An initially planned group of 6 disc golfers turned into a dedicated group of 4 after Candy became sick which required Lisa to also become ill. Pushing on despite being down two, the mud and downed trees could not stop the train bound for the 18th basket. A surprising lack of pot smoke and abundance of kids made me wonder if we were truly on a disc golf course, but the broken glass and beer caps kept me hopeful. The sun and exercise made for a delightful affair.