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While I am proud to say that my athletic brother and I were the undefeated corn hole champions of the trip, I did not have the same success with frisbee golf. After a few holes (is that even what they're called?), my sister and I admitted our defeat and retired to get some coffee. Sometimes the city slicker in me just comes out, what can I say? With a course as pretty as this one, though, I might have to give it another shot someday when the weather is more cooperative.
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