Whether you play it with a child, a date or a beer, face it: You like miniature golf.
You dig the windmills; they make you think of wooden clogs and pigtails. You appreciate the King Kongs and the T-rexes, the pirate ships and castles and Great Pyramids.
You wallow in the trippiness and the old-school innocence and the simplicity of the whole miniature-golf experience.
It’s summer, and carpeted mazes of concrete thread their way up and down the Front Range. Those fluorescent golf balls – and a dragon or two – are waiting for you.
A. Bicentennial Mini-Golf