So yeah, I went for a meadow skip on a local goof course, mostly on account of the aforementioned dirt base under about 10 inches of fresh.
Fast grass is a good insurance policy.
Being still smitten with Voile Love, I used my Charger BC's, which seemingly shocked SBR at first.. But like getting turned into a newt by a witch, he got better.

Strangely, the course was empty. golfers are so weak sauce..

Although I called it a skin track on FB, we all know it was a fish scale track..

I toured and skipped my way around the back nine, occaisionally finding a wee slope to lay down a couple la-dee-da type turns..

Just as I was ending up my skip, I happened upon a fine little slope below the 10th tee. Funny how old habits are hard to break.. I farmed a few turns for a few runs listening to a Tragically Hip tune ear worm in my head. Looked up to the Gord above and said, hey man thanks..
Thanks. Yup.