All week long I looked forward to this Friday. The weather looked promising, and I was planning on getting out for my first 18 holes.

I envisioned myself on the assorted tee boxes, anticipated setting up various putts, all while enjoying a sunny spring day at The Links.

Eighteen holes was cut short as cold winds off the snowy mountains whipped around the open range of North Idaho and raindrops blurred visibility on the cart’s windshield.

I was able to tolerate the weather for nine holes, my wind jacket zipped up to my chin and hands tucked in my pockets when not on the grip of one of my clubs. So not the best first day out; yet despite the shivers I was happy to get out there and even happier as I felt the improvements in swing and technique I gained last year come back (mostly).