I was a young newspaper reporter living in Cincinnati from 1997-99. I had been a golfer for all of my life and I knew that some courses were better and more fun to play than others. But I was a GCA novice at best.
Most of my rounds had played played at the semi-private course in my hometown. It was a fine course, but nothing special. Nine holes were built in the 20s and another nine holes were added in the late 60s, meaning it was a bit disjointed.
So living in Cincinnati, I was certainly aware of this place called The Camargo Club and knew that it was so exclusive that I would never played it.
In the years that followed, I learned more about architecture, learned about Raynor, etc. As a result, Camargo became something of my white whale.
I wanted to play because it is cool and it is really good, but I also wanted to play because it would be proof to me about how far I have come in my career - that I got to go back to a town where I lived and play a place I couldn't sniff previously.
This summer, I was finally able to play Camargo. It was great and it lived up to the hype.
It was the easy highlight of my summer.