Many years ago, we had a Green Chairman/Autocrat named Dr. Carl Borders, who was every bit as pedantic on the subject of golf architecture as I am, the difference being that I did not have a dozer at my disposal (as he did) to test out design theories on the Ocean Course.
The idea of lengthening the 8th hole had been discussed for years prior to the Bill Love redesign (or debacle, depending on how aesthetically challenged the observer happens to be) - including possibly lengthening the 7th hole by placing the putting surface either in the gully or as a terraced target on the hillside. The idea was to preserve the integrity of the routing so we would not have an idiotic backtrack.
At the time, I was against the change under the theory that #2-6 were so difficult that a pair of short holes provided a necessary breather. I cannot believe I'm admitting this, but Dr. Borders had an excellent solution that we ought to have revisited. His thought was to leave #7 as it is (or restore it to two tiers as we have done, but without lengthening it ) and build an alternate tee up the hillside so that #8 could effectively be played from two directions.
Naturally, two cypress trees would have had to go and the bunkering modified so that the aesthetic would work from both angles, but compared to the mess of awkward tees and cement cart paths we ended up with, we must be out of our minds to have chosen this option.
From the tee, the new hole is pretty - and taken as an individual architectural expression, competently executed. The problem is that it has not grown on me. It is still a disjointed, artificial, CCFAD golf hole that blows chunks all over the intimacy and flow of the routing. It reminds me of #2 at Bandon Dunes - an obtuse, poorly conceived, out-of-context non-sequitur forced on the land against the laws of nature and geometry. There is a reason David Kidd put those terrific tees above the 1st green at Bandon; having played them several times, I cannot fathom why the resort still chooses to have everyone go through the exercise of backtracking down the hill.
We were not smart enough at Olympic to construct alternate tees, so now we're stuck with a ribbon of cement and a golf hole that sticks out like a nun in a cathouse.