
It's still dark and I'm heading out to Reston, VA to get my first ever golf lesson from a pro. This is Daughter's idea of a good time.

The morning was cold but the clubhouse was warm and sunny.

The pro decided it was too cold to go out and practice our set up so we did it in the empty club house.

Getting in the right position and holding the club correctly is harder than it looks.

After the lesson, Daughter and I hit a bucket of balls out on the chilly driving range.

So far so good, but I am looking forward to the lesson on the swing.
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