Having only seen Oakmont during one long, tremendous US Open weekend in 1983, I came away with a few distinct favorites.
So long, yet so short due to the downhill run, the 1st was an exercise in restraint and early nerves, and running second shots would continue on as if possessed by demons.
The green on #2 was fascinating and we sat there for hours watching approaches, recoveries, and the most delicate of putts.
The 3rd, with a blindish second shot to a hilltop green, and we watched Watson hole a 35-footer en route to a final day front-nine of 31.
#4, where the Church Pews again are in play, and where the swinging right par five is an exercise in avoiding a minefield of other bunkers cutting into play at the most rude and inappropriate places..
The 5th, with the approach crossing the raving to the green ledged beautifully into the sloping hillside.
and on and so on....
And this was before the tree work!
Note to self...must get back to Oakmont next year.