Golf in the hills of Unalaska?

Aidan went with Lauren, some board members/volunteers and me to do a walk through of the Tundra Golf Classic site up in the hills behind Westward this evening.

Tundra Golf is an Unalaska tradition. You will never have any more fun playing golf! Lauren and Aidan are scoping out the site while looking for lost balls from previous years.

The hills are getting greener and all kinds of little plants and flowers are popping up.

Bryan brought his new little puppy with him.

There's still a little bit of snow to be seen. But not much!

Aidan found one golf ball, three tees, and was the recipient of a donation from Bryan of another ball. Lauren paid him a dollar for the "ball bounty." He couldn't wait to go to the store and buy some candy with his winnings.

The two of us are on our own for the remainder of Aidan's time in Unalaska. We received a phone call yesterday that Rich's brother George is not doing well and Rich caught a plane out of here last night. He made it to Portland early this morning and then drove to Sutherlin, OR, where George and his wife Nadine live. I am glad he is able to spend some time with them and am sorry that I couldn't go with him. We are sending all good wishes George's way.

I find myself wondering every day where the time has gone. I can't seem to keep up with all that needs to be done. I've been working on the newsletter for work and was determined to have it mailed out today but, as always, there was some little glitch or another causing me to keep revising and redoing all day long. Not to mention trying to learn a completely new program in which to create the newsletter in the first place. We picked my friend and coworker Anne up at the airport today--she's been on a trip to Mexico. It was cute when we were waiting and Aidan thought that Grandpa Rich was coming home. (We miss you, Rich!)