At 278 yards ( par “4”), the 18th hole plays from an elevated tee, bringing the green well within reach for athletic players willing to risk catastrophe. Anything that veers right invites a stroke and distance penalty along with damage claims in the car park (scroll right to see the vulnerable horseless carriages). Aside from the boundary and barring inclement weather, the principle obstacles to holing out in 4 shots or less are the slopes around the green.
Conservative strategies involve laying back to comfortable approach yardages, but one is unlikely to discover a flat lie anywhere between the tee and green. Some might also consider hitting driver more to the left, in the direction of the first tee, when the playing corridor is clear, leaving a (hopefully) simple pitch onto the green.
Unlike the final green of The Old Course, this putting surface is not flush with the boundary line on the right and rear. Rather, a slope runs contiguously with right side of the green to draw loose approaches down and away from the pin.
At the end of a satisfying two-week, two-dozen golf course sojourn, I savored my last afternoon on the Isle basking in the glorious sunshine with sand between my toes. While I certainly wish I had the good fortune to venture beyond North America at an earlier age, I could hardly have asked for better weather, superior playing grounds or finer company during this superlative maiden voyage.
Thank you to all who made this trip possible and to all that have participated in these cyber-memoirs.