Eighteen par-3s on flat Fort Wayne parkland. At 2,886 yards, you loop twice and still have daylight left. Slope of 105. The terrain won't fight you. Your short game gets a workout while your legs stay fresh. Sneakers work fine. Carts feel pointless. A round here is repetition, rhythm, and the simple pleasure of walking through a city park with a wedge in your hand. Not destination golf. Just a Tuesday after work.
