Bowling in the Deep
The Deep River Bowling Alley was established in 1946. That makes is 80 years old!!! It is run entirely with volunteers.
The bowling alley had a new mural painted last year but the lanes and the balls remain the same. So much history.
The ashtray. You can almost smell the cigarette smoke from times gone by.
We went bowling on Saturday — Adam had been asking us if we could go bowling next time he was in town and we finally delivered. Pure, silly fun! It felt like I was in a time machine back to Saturdays in Edmonton when my family was in a bowling league: stinky socks, the thump of balls down the lane, and loud hoots whenever a ball kissed the gutter or someone (Stuart) scored a surprise strike.
I adored the old bowling hardware — it felt like stepping into a retro wonderland. The balls, though, could use a good scrub and polish to bring back their shine. Right now they sit like giant dirty marbles with stories trapped inside.
My technique needs a tune-up. I tried the tippy-toe sprint and Adam’s “Granny Roll” (bowling ball between the legs) but the ball refused to connect with the pins. I tell my watercolour students “practice makes better” — maybe I should take my own advice, swapping the paintbrush for a bowling ball.
Final Scores. Stu Shredder was the victor. Karolina, the Witch Doc, had a name change half way through to see if it would give her luck. It helped…a bit.
The cheering committee.
We may not have been victorious but we sure had a lot of fun.
Thumbs up for a good time.
