This is a nice, forgiving beginner course. Each basket offers something a little different from the last. The holes are mostly open, but during the summer the growing vegetation can create some fun challenges.

Hole 1 is pretty straightforward, with just a few trees dispersed closer to the basket. Hole 2 is at the end of a long tree line to the left. Hole 3 rests on the other side of a big set of trees you must decide to go either left or right around. Hole four looks like a simple open drive, but is nestled in a wooded area which could affect your line to the basket depending on where your drive ends. Hole five has some sloping branches at the start that could swat your first drive, with the basket nestled down a hill and to the left of a wooded opening.

The course map notes an eventual location for that elusive sixth basket, which hopefully will arrive soon. Then you can play three rounds for a perfect 18!

Scoff at just five baskets if you like, but this short course has single handily built a legion of disc golfers. This may one day be considered the course that puts the Beautiful Game on the map for good.

The park is located in the middle of a residential area, and the basket for Hole 3 is kind of close to someone's backyard pool. (Though if you manage an ace, you've earned a dip!) Hole 4 if you shank a drive hard right will also put you close to fences of other homes. Hole 3's tee also is not far from the street on the right side.

This course just cannot offer the variety and appeal to different skill levels that 18-hole courses have the potential to do. I would love to see the government flex it's eminent domain muscles to create the space necessary to turn this course into a real 18-hole gem.

Here's a tune of a local folk hero reworked to commemorate this special place. You'll recognize it right away.

This Olde Towne, is where I live
And in that park, I throw my discs
I played with friends, until the sun went down
I banged some chains, in this Olde Towne

This Olde Towne, you can't wait to leave
Greystone Woods, Field of Dreams
But it holds you tight, and won't let go
The roots run deep, down in your soul

I play Disc Golf, in this Olde Towne
I feel like a brother, to her now
I think of old games, I have known
Wiffleball and frisbee, they've long gone

Some discs bang chains, some fly west
Some of them just, get lost I guess
Some discs we've had, long slipped away
Memories linger, but the ghost remains

There's five holes, in this Olde Towne
Where the chains I love, are always hanging out
I try and see them, when I can
I hope it won't be long, 'til Hole 6 is joining them

This Olde Towne, knows all my dirt
Just one frisbee, all my hurt
And all the swats, I left behind
Heads in chains, every unplayable lie

This Olde Towne, I still call my home
As if it was, the only place I've known
and though I try to, play new tees
This Old Towne, is still part of me

This Olde Towne, is where I live
And in that park, I throw my discs
I played with friends, until the sun went down
I banged some chains, in this Olde Towne

This Olde Towne