Since this project has been closely scrutinized, anxiously awaited, whatever you want to call it, here on GCA, I thought I would share some impressions.
Ballyneal had their official grand opening this last weekend. The most tasetful event was smiled upon by mother nature with at least an inch of rain, spread out over about thirty six hours (mild rain), with the majority coming overnight. Opening day rounds were barely interupted with some lite drizzels, but no heavy rain.
The surrounds, and sky, came alive with deeper darker tones, spreadout between the seas of yellow sunflowers. (who needs an ocean?) Dick Durance, was our opening day documentarian. I, for one, will be looking most forward to soon seeing some of his magical images, from this inspiring day.
The surprising firmness from the rain, of the sandy surrounds, added to the roll, as well as the chances for recovery, for anyone brave enough to try for a full recovery.
The turf played anyway the player wanted it to. Every trajectory known to man, was viable. I was shocked at how well the ball would bounce, if that was the desire.
One of my guests couldn't divorce his lob wedge and was repeatedly thwarted. Another, adapted nicely and almost carded three threes in a row, on the back nine. I was honored to share the quota prize with none other than the architect.
Hopefully, anyone who might be attending Ballyneal in the near future, would heed this hint, and practice your lower trajectories. Especially green side.
On this day of significant rememberances, I will never forget when RJ Daley first posted on the merits of the Sand Hills region.
I, for one, owe him the largest of THANK YOUs.