|Museum's parking lot view!|
|a wooden breastplate worn under costumes to|
protect from arrows
After we finished the museum we walked across the street for an expensive but very filling lunch and headed back to the motorhomes to change clothes and pick up golf clubs.
Mt. Whitney Golf Club is a small 9 hole course on rt. 395 between the Alabama Hills and the Inyo Mountains. The setting is spectacular, the course a bit rough but fun nonetheless.
|the drive to the club house|
|the gallery of spectators|
We were the only people on the course, we had the place to ourselves. Dave and John played creative golf by rearranging the order of the holes....anyone can play one first and nine last, right?
|straight down the fairway|
|it was sunny and warm on the course but|
a snow storm was raging up on Mt. Whitney
|brown Alabama Hills in front of a stormy Mt. Whitney|
|on the other side of the course, the Inyo's were bathed in sunshine|
After 9 holes we called it quits. It was getting to be happy hour and we had Erik Schats Bakery's Turkey Pot Pies waiting for dinner at Beluga. Tomorrow is another day - I think ferreting out some arches in the Alabama Hills is on tap!
|sunset lit clouds over the Inyo Mtns. seen from my bedroom window|