So here's how it went.
Two buddies and I agree to meet at Jackson Park last Thursday at 11:00. I arrive at 10:26, and check my phone. There are messages from and between the two of them:
"Looks like we have weather-related decisions to make, fellas."
(At this point, I have a withering feeling forming in my gut. It was raining off and on during the trip up from CLT. Nothing too major, but I know these guys.)
"Yeah, I think the rain ends around 2PM. I'll leave Charlotte around 11:00."
"Cool! See you there."
So there I stood, alone, in the rain, in a town not my own. Sad, right? Well, screw that! I played 18 holes from the longs, ended up at +3, and played a few more just for fun - and finished right before the first one showed up. He says to me, "You look exhausted." But I wasn't; I was just wet and dirty, as tends to happen to MWDTR's (Men Who Do Things in the Rain).
Second guy rolls in 10 or 15 minutes later, just bitchin' about everything. The drive, the rain, the TRUCKS, my lord, the trucks. (He drives a useless 2-seater convertible. Get a motorcycle, or get a real auto. Dammit, man!)
Anyway, we did end up actually, you know, playing disc golf. Played the shorts and had a great time. Skeeters were out in clouds of buzzing nastiness, but we survived them. Top o' the food chain, and all that...
Then it was hotel-find parking deck-dinner/beer-CLUTCH-bedtime-wake up-Richmond Hill-zombie golf. But we woke up eventually, and also enjoyed that one. He of the 2-seater left when the rain came back. Me and the other stayed, and played another loop of 15-18 a couple of times.
(A musical aside: Clutch absolutely killed it. They played every song I wanted to hear live, and some I didn't KNOW I wanted to hear...Saw people of all ages, and plenty of ladies, which is kind of rare for this band. Afterward - Throat: Shredded. Neck: Aching. Soul: Restored. Live music is a necessary antidote to the ills of the world. The sooner we can get everyone back on stages - thoughtfully and carefully - the sooner things will start to feel close to normal. I wore my mask through the entire thing, and never even noticed it. If I can, so can you and everyone else.)
Verdict: I prefer Jackson Park. It just felt more alive and lush to me, and the course itself made more "sense" in some indefinable way. There is nothing wrong with Richmond Hill. At all. I met some cool people there, and the disc golf is great fun. I'll recommend it to anyone who wants to know. But given my druthers, it's Jackson by a couple of noses.