A few years back, there was a thread about "wormholes," referring to walks within a routing that felt like transitions from one world to another. The walk through the woods from the 9th green to the 10th tee at Yale was one example.
The old 5th felt like a wormhole, except that it was a hole, not a walk between holes. You finished a set of holes that, while they touch on the ocean and include some excellent feautres, feel like ordinary golf holes. You enter the mostly densely vegetated area in the Pebble routing, an area that doesn't even really feel like it should be a golf hole (hence the "world's only dogleg par 3" comments), and play a hole that, while unique and kind of interesting, certainly did not feel like it was part of one of the world's best golf courses. And then you come out the other side and, pow, you're on the 6th tee and are overwhelmed by the cheer awesomeness of it all.