Squaw Valley has 18 holes of mini-golf that are situated among the shops. Looked like fun. Until Mark decided that some instruction was in order. [The girls tend to wield their putters like weapons.] I saw disaster coming, but thought that I could help and advise a little more gently. Let's just say that it went over like rocks. By the third hole, there was weeping and wailing.
So we took a break. Had some Starbucks Vanilla Creams and sat here at the central fire pit. Everyone felt much better.
So, the game was finished by playing by the girls rules. We made it through all 18 holes.
Please, please, please don't make us do it again this trip!
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