Bayley Garland,
The last time I was at Eagle Point, the fairways were running like a scolded cat and the environment was serene, pastoral and mostly free of houses. I was about to decapitate you, thinking that you must be confusing Eagle Point with Cedar Links, until I looked at a Google aerial. I want to weep at what I saw . . . . a crowded housing project with the requisite cutesy street names like "St. Andrews Way" and "Bellerive Drive."
The layout itself - however - I found exceptional when I first played it. If you do not like the green to tee walk up the hill on #15, think about the snow covered Angels Wings in the distance framing the tee shot. As a matter of fact, if you erase the houses and wetness, I believe nearly every contributor here in the Treehouse would give the golf course very high marks.
That stated, I'm sad to say that when I counted just how long it has been since my last visit . . . . well, I ran out of fingers and thumbs. Maybe you are right, I need to get out more these days.
Thus, let me respectfully retract my selection of Eagle Point. I've got to think what to put in its place. Fishers Island and Friar's Head are too obvious and Mid Ocean has already been chosen. There was a time when I got out more than you can possibly imagine.
Let's get really unusual: Off the 18th at Pebble to the Tap Room for a cold beer, followed by a stiff traveler and straight to the 1st tee of Peter Hay with my best friend. That has got to rate as one of the 50 best golf experiences of my adult life.
As a child I went round and round and round Peter Hay every Labor Day weekend with my corfam shoes, Faultless golf balls and aluminum shafted blades. I still use the same Orlimar Gyro putter. 39 years later . . . . .