Hands over a half-unrolled map on a wooden table at dusk, with a candle and a beer bottle

Disc Golf at Mountain Sun

December 28, 2011

Mountain Sun, in Boulder. The travel update that day never made it to an airport.

Two groups, not together, said "disc golf" loud enough to catch from across the room. The bar was already mid-conversation. The same pastime just kept arriving, unprompted, from two directions.

No score went into the email. The dispatch was the room. People out on a December night, a place doing what bars do, and a small collision that was worth sending to friends.

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