Cruden Bay is so good that I wept as I walked. Three times in 18. From joy, and with the realization that I had never seen a golf course before.
Of course, I'd been without sleep for 40 + hours, I am Scottish, and it was my first visit to linksland . . .
I was headed to the hotel to sleep the doze of the jet-lagged, but even from the parking lot I found it so enticing I could not miss it. And, as tired as I was, I found myself so invigorated by what I saw, if it hadn't been getting dark, I would've been happy to do it again.
Honestly, nothing since has looked the same. Aside from North Berick with its wall and that amazingly frightening 18th green, and the woman's putting course at St. Andrews, nothing is as memorable for me as Cruden Bay. I will name my next child Cruden, in tribute.
Clever, quirky, surprising, interesting, thought-provoking . . . I found something I liked about every hole, and I liked everything about several of them. I seriously thought about moving to Aberdeen to teach, just because it is close to Cruden Bay.
But, of course, I'm just a girl. Carnoustie made me retreat back to the car with my tail between my legs to practice my back-handed driving on the wrong side of the road . . . I know. I'm a wuss . . .