Today was about the least pleasant experience discing I've ever had. I drove all the way to Fairmont Cedar Creek, about 50 miles knowing that much of the snow has melted yet there would be quite a bit left, my hopes were that the cold night made a crust. I felt like I was at work, I do enjoy my job (hiking in the mountains for a month on end), but about the least enjoyable part is around 11,000 feet in June in mid afternoon as that frozen crust on the snow that you cannot escape from starts to melt. Every third step or so sinks up to the knee, and every other hole or so I fall through up to my waist, or through the snow into knee deep water. On a positive note, my discs stayed mostly dry today, that was nice.
Blah, I gave up after 18 holes, I always play 36 or more holes - not today.