My gosh! I cannot believe I have never noticed this before . . . I guess the perspective would be pretty tough from ground level. But still . . .
The sheep ranch is more than a wonderful hidden gem, it is a miracle! That's right, an undeniable miracle. And not a "Virgin in a Tortilla" miracle, this is a big one.
But, you've gotta have faith. If you don't, then you'd might as well quit reading now. When you look at the picture, squint a little and imagine a very happy man . . . a very large and a very happy man. The head is at the top of the site, with hair flopping in the wind (or a sailor cap?!?) The mouth is there, as is the nose, if you use a little imagination. But really it is the undeniable glow of the eyes. The eyes of the happiest man on earth. The neck and shoulders slope substantially . . . this is a large man. The arms extend down and back, resting on the golf bag, like he was 11 yrs. old. The midriff runs close to the width of the site, with the bag extending slighly from each side (the base is at the elevated teeing area/ parking lot.) The feet are the two greens near the bottom of the site . . . this fellow is trucking, left knee up, the second ocean green from the bottom.
There is no doubt about it, this is our own Tommy Naccarato trapsing across the wonderful course, trying to decide where to go next, having the time of his life.
So what does this mean? The apocalypse? I think not. I think it is rather simple. The sheep ranch is Tommy's kind of course, as is.
So I guess what I am saying is that I wouldn't route it any more than it is already routed. The greens are there, golf your ball.