A New Sport

A friend of mine, whom I became acquainted with as her Visiting Teacher, is an officer for the Northern Utah Horseshoe Pitching Association.  Her husband is a champion pitcher, regularly bringing home cash prizes and trophies.  And if you're anything like me, you might be surprised that this really is a thing.

I don't remember who initiated it, but we decided to get together to try our hand at horseshoe pitching once the couple's competitive season ended.  It was a chilly Monday evening to have a picnic and training session at a park, but it was fun to learn about this sport.  It came in handy that this couple knows where the good pits are and always keep a set of horseshoes in the trunk of their car "in case an emergency game breaks out."  I love it.

The first thing I learned about horseshoes is this: it's just as hard as it looks.  I tried pitching a few times and never even managed to get a horseshoe in the pit.  Cat got close to the stake a few times, Ben got close also, and Jack and Eliza mostly just made us all really nervous.  Somehow, we all escaped unscathed, though.

And I wouldn't be surprised if certain members of the family seek out opportunities to play again.