Disc Golfin' in NC

We woke to what felt like summer in a pine forest. Sun shining brightly above us, and the sky free from pesky clouds. With our spirits high, we drove out toward the University of North Carolina to have our first ever game of disc golf. We didn't really know what we were in for other than throwing a frisbee. But that was the least of it. Greg distributed a variety of "discs" according to our ability levels (If there even was one for our phenomenal lack of skills) and then gave us a run down of the rules and aims of the game. The discs are not referred to as frisbees because apparently Frisbee is a brand name, which I was not aware of. Probably because I had covered mine with Sellotape or Blu-Tac.

 We clutched our victory-promising discs and marched into the forest which surrounds the University of North Carolina. Massively tall trees sporting leafy vines and brown leaf litter from autumns long forgotten lined and littered most of the 'fairways' which we threw our discs down, toward the 'basket', which comprised of metal chains and basket underneath.

Greg had some phenomenal shots, with streamlined spin and and ninja-throwing-star precision. Casey and I however...

 

 

After our rather exhausting and soul-destroying game of heavily uncoordinated disc golf, we drove through the University of North Carolina for a sticky beak at the country's best public University. It was a nice comparison after visiting Duke the day before. Certainly less grand and extravagant, but expressing a homely, tight-knit community feel to it. Or that's how it felt to me.
We carried on to town of Chapel Hill (The area the university is located), grabbed a slice of New York pizza and consumed it while sitting on a brick fence watching the light traffic go bar. Like good little pseudo uni students. We headed off to Carrboro, a town known for its "well-managed growth, commitment to resident input, cultural diversity, activities for everyone, economic base of locally-owned small businesses and walkability for residents and visitors"... Pretty much used to be arty, then a pack of hipsters came and minced the place up to be super fabulous and trendy. Sank a few peculiar brews at Southern Rail and watched the sun set. It was a beautiful way to finish the day.

Ended up sinkin' beer and hanging out back at Greg's... And then watching 2 solid hours of 'Here comes Honey Boo Boo'. I am now more petrified than ever about what might happen to us as we proceed on our adventure down South, into the dank loins of the US...