Move up to the tee box. Dad has stood there all grinning, holding the neon putter with a little bit too much confidence, saying he never loses at mini golf. You all seek that ultimate location and turn to Google and type in Putt Putt Near Me. And what ensues is the kind of stuff the backyard legends and local family lore are made of. Visit our article source here!

Imagine the first hole: dinosaur bones protrude out of the ground. Nobody is expecting Dad to launch the first shot so forcefully it bounces off the skull of a triceratops and beats the ball beneath the footbridge. Everybody laughs–but not Dad. It was, he swears, all part of the plan. Scorecards are gone. Sibling rivalry is immediately sparked. By the second hole, Eldest is shouting victory, the littlest is swinging as though at croquet.

Certain areas become the hub of obstacle courses. It is always the volcano hole you see–lava-red paint, smoke, et cetera. By some miracle, Dads ball rolls up the ramp, almost falls and goes back down again, landing next to his shoe like a homing pigeon. It is the wind that he blames, on a still day. Some fellow whangs a miracle two by stuffing a putt between the cannons of a sea-pirate; Dad topples a six with a word about heating up. The match then becomes serious.

In the middle, be prepared to debate rules. Does throwing a ball into the koi pond by accident constitute a penalty? Is whistling at the tee shot a lucky ball? Mom is the referee- no nonsense yet smiling. She counts strokes, cheers them up, and Dad is, as she says, slipping. The tension is up, not too seriously. Conspiracies are made. Surprisingly, Team Not Dad is a thing.

Crazy themes overlay every course-wild west towns, monster whales, vampire houses. There is never two holes the same. The narratives write themselves. One of them does a celebratory dance. Some other one wants a rematch. To compensate his embarrassing defeat, Dad offers ice cream to the actual champion.

Presently the sun sets low and the final putt falls. And the question remains: Are you able to defeat Dad at these putt putt places? You do sometimes. Occasionally you do not. Out, anyhow, come grins, inside jokes and a family legend that gains in pungency with each reiteration. It is a tradition worth pursuing, neon putters and all.