| Going into Miami, I had set two sporty goals (besides dancing at the Phish shows): scuba and frolf. I accomlished the scuba dive on the 30th, for better or worse. That left frisbee golf for the 31st. I figured the odds of getting sea sick were less on a frolf course at the Metro-Dade Kendall Indian Hammocks Park. A hired van took 10 of us halfway, then shuttled us home after trying to jack the price mid-trip. (Ricardo was on vacation.) Alas, the five hardcore frolfers found our own way. |
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At the top of the page, Adam looks concerned heading into the maze of trees impeding his shot. The woods weren't thick like in the north, but the course was not without its challenges. Beth, Ad, Carm, and Aaron hang out in a nook of the course, at the end of a hole, in the photo at left. |
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| Above right, Aaron stands in front of one of the many amazing trees in the park. Roots shot down from branches, creating an awesome natural beauty unique to Florida--and added obstacles for the shot. At some places the trees' tentacles seemed to intentionally snack the disc, its limbs blocking the space like a giant spiderweb. At other spots, though, the open space was just enough of a challenge. (Aaron stands in one of those gaps, his face contradicting his outspoken threat to beat my score.) |
| The course was a great one. Eighteen holes, few out-of-bounds territories (though we found them) and even a few fun, elevated hills. After the front 9, I found myself tied with the lead. My game was off. But the long straightaway on the 10th hole opened the door for me. I pulled ahead and never looked back. A 2-toss birdie on hole 16 sealed the deal. It was time to head to the show. It was New Year's Eve after all . . . |
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A whole bunch of us enjoy the ride on the Miami monoral, above. The monorail took us from the hotel to the show every night. It was free, fast, and efficient. Granted, it only covered the area of downtown with the hotels and arena, but that was enough for us. At left you'll find one of my favorite pictures from a Phish show I've ever taken. Only Jackie is visible amidst the blurring, and the Phish logo is clear in the right-bottom corner. I don't know why, but I love it. |
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New Year's eve is a lot of things for a lot of people. But at a Phish show on that date, it means madness. The photo at right, taken during a random second set jam (Slave > Chalkdust > Slave?), illustrates this a bit. Look close and you can spot some funny faces, deep thoughts, and a nipple ring. |
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| The madness may not be better shown than in the picture below. I did not alter the image in any way. Gabe is deep in intense focus, listening intently to the music. Two girls, who I have absolutely no memory of from the show, stand behind each shoulder. One in red and the other in black and white, they look like Gabe's personal devil and angel. It's New Year's Eve, so they're both telling him evil, naughty thoughts. |
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