Fall in Fayetteville, AR

I have to say, we picked a great time to arrive in Fayetteville. Temperatures are in the 60s – 70s every day, and overnight lows are in the upper 30s. (Although I think it’s pretty funny how the weather forecasters are insisting that it’s cold out there!)

We’re settling in to a new routine here. It took all of three days to find a new CrossFit gym and join up. It’s been nice to get back into lifting, which I miss, and being sore the next day (which I actually miss, too).

My parents surprised us with a gift of some fabulous coffee:

We’ve made the Sumatra already and it was delicious. We’ve been buying cheap coffee for months now and this was a welcome change.

We also took the opportunity to get together with old friends and go play some disc golf. Fayetteville has several courses, and on Sunday afternoon – an absolutely beautiful day – I played my first ever 18 holes of disc golf.

We met up with Steve and Amy at Waxhaus disc golf course, just across the street from Walker Park.

The course wasn’t as long as I thought – I think the average distance was less than 250 feet, although the longest was 357 feet – but there were lots of trees. I’m pretty sure I hit most of them. I didn’t even bother to keep score I was so terrible. But I had a ton of fun and totally want to play again.

Along the way I kept seeing these odd things on the ground. Bumpy, green, and round, they were about the size of a softball. Steve called them horse apples.

I found one along the course, out in the open, so I stepped up and took a soccer-ball kick to it.

Dumb idea. It was like kicking a bowling ball. For a second there I thought I’d pulled an Aragon and broken a couple of toes, it hurt so bad. Thankfully the pain passed pretty quick. I am waiting to see if my toenail turns black, though.

So, word to the wise. If you see horse apples on the ground, do not kick them. Alrighty then? Carry on.