. . . it would still be about something other than the architecture . . . I'll be curious to hear examples.
Okay, here's one.
The masterful Armenian was kind enough to let me play caddy the last time he was in Vegas. One of the courses he gave me the opportunity to see was Cascata. (Thanks, sweetie!)
The course is in the mountains above Boulder City, and has expansive views of the desert alternating with majestic mountain views. Over and over again. Over and over again. Over and . . . .
The routing basically goes back and forth, like a teeter totter, with the focus of each hole on the surrounding view. It took effort to pull my eyes off of the horizon long enough to really examine the course.
Every hole, with the exception of one intimate par three with the green nestled against a granite face, felt grand.
There were no "interior holes," but rather the layout was overwhelmingly back to front, then front to back. This optimized the views, but at what cost? There were no ridge to ridge shots, nothing that took advantage of the rugged terrain to set you back on your heels. Nothing to make the heart pound or the spirit soar.
The holes that quicken my pulse are the few I've seen that have it all . . . starting with the stuff God put there, and ending with the shaping and contouring added by man. Most holes don't have enough sense of place for my meager skills to catalogue and file them away. Most courses don't even have even one hole that demands a place in my archives.
The holes that do use a natural feature in such a way that it overwhelms the senses and delights the eye. It has no jarring notes to jerk the mind out of the moment and remind one that a bulldozer did that. At the same time, it offers choices of strategy and forces the player to think, "How am I going to get around/over/through/that and over there?"
I wish I had my Armenian's gift for remembering the number of every hole he sees. I'm lucky to remember the name of the course we're on at any given moment. But I'll bet he (and probably most of you) know every hole I love. There's one at Pebble. I haven't seen it for twenty-two years, but I still hold its picture in my heart. There's one at the course where the KP was played last year . . . a hole where the ladies tees are in front of a cavernous hazard off the tee, but the gents get to be overwhelmed and challenged simultaneously. There's one outside of Truckee where the Lettuce Cup was played last year. There are a couple in Hawaii.
That's it for me; my entire list. Five holes. I've seen probably 25 or 30 courses, and I've fallen in love with five holes. All of which have a view of some kind, but the view is an integral part of the hole. No doubt, as I have more opportunity and experience, my list will grow.
I'm letting you in on a little secret. This is the main thing that interests me about GCA. I trek around golf courses mainly for the joy of those few magnificent holes where everything natural and unnatural comes together. I can always see and comment on bunker style, green contour, trees, rough, fairway, layout, etceteras. But it's the rare holes that make me whisper, "Wow . . . ," that fuel my interest in tagging along every chance I get.
Perhaps that's a post for a new thread: "Guesst's wishlist: The Holes that have it all . . . at the same time."
As for Cascata, it's a good course. In Armenian (Glibspeak), "It's not total puke." If you're looking for an expansive clubhouse, extravagant water, and excellent refreshments, it's a wonderful course. The lady's lounge is a 17 on a scale of 10. But I have to mourn the waste. They spent a lot of money, and had an pretty incredible piece of mountain from God's hand. It's a pity I didn't find another *Wow* to keep warm in my heart.