What Now?

Just can't stand anticlimactic conclusions. In my eyes it helps to perceive destinations as yet another journey waiting to begin. It will help my depiction of the east coast while the page is upturned with a tac as memorial weekend jumpstarted my introduction to one promising season. Feelings of jubilation reminded me of the adrenaline of an early release on the final day of school where nothing can interrupt the contagious excitement for another anticipated and unpredictable summer!
After 10 hours of driving my body was buzzzing from the vibrations of my machine against the road. When I stumbled out of the Chevy in Memphis it felt like my entire body was trying to annunciate the letter "Z". I settled into a Burger King booth and tried to digest food and thought; my brain felt like a tangled squid and was in no condition to rationalize the simplist of tasks like where to sleep or how to think. The shockwaves had finally dissolved through my hands and feet when I made a rasch reaction, reached for a red bull, and letting my letting my judgement and curiosity get the best of me-lunged for a "5 hour energy" to boot.
I can't say that I would recommend driving 18 straight hours through unfamiliar country as foreign toxins stream in your body but when I tipped that 5-hour shot at the strike of midnight, there was no turning back. Mind and machine were on cruise control and I reeled with anticipation. Like a dream, my memory highlighted moments of every stop along the way in an instant. Time at this point was just another curve in the road with ocassional tracers of headlight beams streaming into what felt like warp speeds and shooting stars. Embracing my consciousness of delirium and grasping adrenaline like a crutch, I found myself laughing aloud at the world while I embarked on the last leg of this fairytale journey.
In retrospect I had alot of trouble wrapping my bewildered head around the fact that a 3,000 mile trip was approaching something very unpredictable. All I knew about the east coast is what I've studied on the road atlas. All I noticed was the collection of web-like interstates strewn from Florida to Maine and then thinning its way slowly over the plains into the west. What I was expecting was a concrete jungle swarming with motorists and roadways dominating the landscape. Driving through the Appalachian range into Ashville, NC, I was relieved to see mountains and trees. Descending the mountains toward Spartanburg, SC my mind was still convinced that the deciduous forest would thin into an oasis of the hustle-bustle of east coast life. Probably the most shocking revelation of the trip came when signs of morning slowly started to convince the stars that they would have to take a back seat to another day of our sun.

I had trouble staying on road(if you could imagine) as my clucked out brain and trembling hands tried to capture this phenomenon we call sunrise. I saw a certain beauty that morning which felt religious and I had to tell myself chemicals and sleep deprivation were probably manipulating this holy experience, but I couldn't help to be in the moment as I immediately realized that the trees didn't stop! Along with kudzu, they smother the southeastern courtryside. Even the Walmarts are cut out of the forest. At this point I figured what is to be expected from east coast disc golf. What I didn't realize was that every disc in my bag(aside from the aviar) was geared for west coast golf: overstable and unpredictable.

My introduction to this new kind of golf was thrown at me blindly courtesy of the International Disc Golf Center. It is here where I was introduced to east coast golf. I was also introduced to a "Mr. Comet" who would be my faithful guide for navigating fairways while I enjoyed my stay at this very epic and special venue. The Steady Ed Memorial Course here is stunning and must be mentioned as one of the most demanding, beautiful, and well-designed courses ever attempted!
Kris Zahm loving life...........

Kris exercising two great traits: trust and stability................

So my summer officially started here in Appling, GA. 3,000 miles across America somehow surpassed 6,000 on the odometer. Little did I know it was only the beginning of a nonstop adventure including over 20 courses in 90 days. Disc golf out here is relentless and abundant. Sanctioned events take place every single weekend within the 3 states of NC, SC and GA. It was certainly a joyride and I will attempt to highlight a couple of these venues that are special to me, but there is simply too much to cover for one summer.
Life is One Stange Trip! Jump on the bandwagon and follow your heart!

Happy birthday Mom! Thankyou for all the Love and Support. See you soon!
Casey