Fingers wrapped around the lip of my disc, I squint my eyes to focus on the target. It’s one of those days that can convert a Californian into an Oregonian — clear skies, bright greenery and warm temperature — so I easily spot the red basket a few hundred feet away. Taking a step forward, I fling the disc off the top of a hill at the Old Mill Disc Golf course in Oakridge. The disc soars. I smile. But this moment is cut short as the disc veers left toward a tall tree, collides into it and then falls into a thick patch of brush, consisting of blackberry branches, ferns and dead tree limbs.