Uhhhh...

Well, it was a bit of a struggle off the tee today. Wild, really. I managed to get by with my short game for 16 holes, but my erratic driving cost me the last two. If it wasn't for two days of good putting, I wouldn't have sniffed the cut.

As it is, I "squeaked" by (told you, see two posts previous). I made the cut on the number. Nothing to get too excited about, but after my last couple days, it's wonderful.

So I think I'm ready to have some fun up here. It's so beautiful, how could you not? I go at 8:03 tomorrow, and trust me, I will stop to smell the roses/blue bushes (whatever they happen to be, I haven't figured it out). Living the dream :).

Have fun tomorrow, and make sure to say thanks to dad this weekend. I know I will.

Luke Swilor