This morning Robin and I went to the Yountville golf course, got a bucket of balls, and borrowed three really horrible clubs (7 iron, 5 wood, 3 wood) from Dan of the driving range. For her first trip to the driving range she did great. By that I mean she didn't snap her club in half or storm off to the car in disgust. Which means she has lots of potential.
I meant to grab a photo or two, but I was too busy snapping my club in half. So, as soon as we got back to Robin's mother's, I sketched from memory. It often takes several swings to make contact with the ball. Probably because they're still getting some earthquake aftershocks here that can only be felt on golf courses.