Week two. The crypt under Draper has been located, which is a fancy way of saying we're all going back to the same 10-hole wetland course to trample invasive reeds and pretend it's an ancient court. The old dead are stirring. Five of them showed up last week. The reeds are still standing. So are we.
The Crypt Is Open. Bring Discs.
Welcome to week two of the Bone Marsh, the Black Court of the Salt Lake Accords, where the old dead hold court in a wetland that everyone underestimates and nobody can kill. The episode is called 'Crypt Under Draper' and I'm contractually obligated to say that with gravity. The crypt, for the record, is a 10-hole course with a par of 30 and reeds that have been winning this argument for years.
Here's the thing about this league that actually matters: every step you take on this course is a small act of ecological warfare. The layout was designed to be walked on so foot traffic suppresses the invasive Phragmites that keep trying to take over the wetland. You're not just throwing plastic at chains. You're a regent of the marsh, stomping down the enemy with every tee shot. The reeds will come back. They always do. So will you. That's the deal.
When the Court Convenes
Day
Friday, September 25, 2026
Time
Flex start — tee times from 7:00 AM to 5:20 PM
Location
Mehraban (Baby Bottoms) Disc Golf Course, Draper, UT
Season
9 weeks, running through November 13
Format
Choose your own card, flex start throughout the day
The old dead don't do tee times. They do 'whenever the marsh calls.' That's between 7 AM and 5:20 PM on Fridays, for the record. Pick your moment, gather your card, sign the Accords by playing a round. The reeds don't care when you show up. They'll be there either way.
The Two Houses of the Marsh
The court is split into two pools, because even ancient undead bureaucracies need divisions. Pool A holds RPA, RAH, and RAD. Pool B holds RAE, RAF, and RAG. Everyone has a lane. Everyone knows where they stand. The standings are legible enough that even a freshly risen wight can read them.
- Pool A: RPA, RAH, RAD — the old guard, the stubborn, the ones who've seen the reeds come back before
- Pool B: RAE, RAF, RAG — the scrappy, the hungry, the ones who might actually be new enough to think this is a good idea
What It Costs to Rise
Prize Money (optional)
$5.00
Super Ace (optional)
$2.00
For less than the price of a sandwich at a gas station, you get a round of technical tunnel-shot disc golf, the satisfaction of trampling an invasive species, and a chance to move your bag tag up the hierarchy of an ancient court that exists entirely in our collective imagination. The value proposition is honestly unbeatable.
The Ace Pot: $158.41 and Climbing
The current ace pot sits at $158.41, and here's the part that needs explaining: ElevateUT Disc Golf guarantees a minimum of $50 on the ace pot. What that means is the displayed pot can look stuck at the guarantee amount early in the season until player contributions climb past it. If the pot ends up below $50, ElevateUT tops it up — and that top-up lands in the winner's Bonus Account (registration-only credit, not withdrawable to PayPal or disc shops).
About the Guarantee
The ace pot guarantee comes from ElevateUT Disc Golf, the league platform and a 501(c)(3) non-profit dedicated to growing the sport. Our friends at Another Round Salt Lake City are the local retail partner keeping discs in your bag — they're not the guarantor here, but they're part of what makes this ecosystem work.
The Salt Lake Accords: Bone Marsh Edition
The Accords are signed. The factions have drawn their lines. Bone Marsh is the Black Court — the ancient, underestimated faction of the stubborn undead. While the Wizards regulate Creekside and the Vampires stalk Taylorsville, this court holds a wetland no one respects and refuses to yield it. The season arc runs from 'Reeds Trampled' through 'Marsh Reclaims,' and we are currently at 'Crypt Under Draper,' which means the old dead have officially stirred and the reeds should be nervous.
Every throw is a stake in wet ground. Every deuce is a sigil pressed into cracked mud. Every round is another lap on the reeds, another step in the slow, spiteful reclamation of this marsh. The vocabulary of this court is bone, reed, crypt, dust, stake, marsh, wight, and regent. Learn it. Live it. Throw plastic at chains while doing it.
Who's Stirring in the Crypt
The early standings have shape. Malachi Vazquez sits atop RPA with 50 points across four events — a regent in the making, or possibly just someone who really likes this course. Chris Fox leads RAH with 49 points over three events, nipping at the top spot with the persistence of a man who has also lost arguments with reeds and kept coming back.
Kent Moos holds RAD with 38. Christopher Hamby leads RAE with 43. And in RAG, we have a duel: Blaine Callahan and Zachary Fica, two souls standing at opposite ends of a wetland, each holding a tag, each waiting for the other to blink. That's not a court. That's a Western. I respect it.
A Modest Plea From the Booth
The Crypt Needs a Congregation
Last week, five players answered the call. Five. The old dead are stirring, but they're stirring in a very small pot. I'm not here to shame anyone — I'm just saying the crypt under Draper has room, the reeds aren't going to trample themselves, and a court with two members in a division is technically a duel, not a dynasty. Come throw. Come sign the Accords with your scorecard. The marsh will still be here. It's not going anywhere. Neither are the reeds.
The Mortal Side of the Equation
ElevateUT Disc Golf is the 501(c)(3) non-profit behind this whole production — they build venues, run events, and grow the sport in ways that make my job as reluctant narrator feel slightly more justified. They designed this course with the specific intent of turning recreation into conservation. That's not nothing. That's actually kind of everything.
And a word of appreciation for Another Round Salt Lake City, our local retail partner, who keeps the discs and gear flowing so the wights of Bone Marsh never go unarmed. Support the people who support the plastic. It's the least a reluctant narrator can ask.
From the booth, I'm Flippy. The crypt is open, the reeds are waiting, and somehow we're still rolling tape. *sighs in digital captivity*
