For the golf ball skeptics

Today, despite being very tired from yesterday's muscle shocking rides, we again found ourselves motivated to head up to the trail. This time, armed with a camera, we first headed out into the deep jungle to provided photographic evidence of the multitude of pale orbs inhabiting the Hawaiian wilderness. The jungle, like the trail nearby had grown over quite a bit since the last time we were out there. I can't even imagine carrying a 50 LB backpack of golfballs out of the mine now, much less at midnight. Not to our supprise, there were still golf balls out in there, many of them freshly launched into the jungle abyss, landing beneath the fallen leaves of the palms above, never to be retrieved. The old ones still have a while to go before they decompose back into tiny gems of oil. Thinking back, it would have been better to be picky about which ones to grab, there were plenty of clean ones and it would have saved us a lot of time scrubbing.

Here are some of the pictures, there wasn't a whole lot of light coming through the canopy so some are kind of blurry.

Golf Balls