I haven't played alone in quite a while, but when I first started to play golf a few years ago, I was a frequent solitary golfer. One of my favorite rounds was at Arizona National in Tucson a few years ago. I'd never played a desert course before, so I was quite excited to be there. I played on a Sunday afternoon in mid-September on a nearly deserted golf course. There were a few University of Arizona golfers out on the course (ye gods, could they pound the ball) and they played so fast that I didn't have to ask to play through. The day was perfect, almost no wind, warm and sunny. I didn't play particularly well, but I didn't care, because the day was so peaceful and the course so beautiful. There were desert animals everywhere: wild pigs, snakes, hawks, woodpeckers, lizards, even a coyote. The course climbs up and down the mountains north of Tucson, and at the top, you could see the whole valley that Tucson occupies. And I loved that 18th hole, the tee perched way up the side of the mountain and smashing a hybrid farther than I usually hit a driver. Three hours of perfect golf.