The last in the set of 3 NorCal course videos, here are 5 minutes of the front nine and almost 4 minutes of the back nine...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMN7kP2geRM (Front Nine)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QX06Koh8G8 (Back Nine)
Highlights: Note the video from the way back tee on#3, from the edge of the practice green below and to the right of the #1 tee.
In the view from the 7th fairway, one can just make out the earth-moving in the trees to the west (right when viewing the video) of the 7th tee. this should create a gentle turn left in the hole when the tee is implemented.
IN the video from behind the 8th green (I'm basically standing in the winged O box hedge--while talking to Bob Sarlatte, BTW, for you Bay Area denizens), one can envision the location of the proposed new 8th tee down in the woods below and to the left (when viewing the video) of the 8th tee.
One of the famous hamburger shacks--fortunately for you, no video of the actual burger being eaten...
The loud voice you will hear some of, and the elderly gentleman you will see a bit of, is my Uncle Jack, who has been a member at Olympic since 1960. Nearly every memory I have of the Olympic Club is in some way tied to Jack--engagements, weddings, births, break-ups, job changes, great rounds, passing of great friends, etc have all been celebrated or commiserated upon with times at the Olympic Club.
I envy those of you who can separate out course rankings from some of the more subjective "experential' aspects of playing a course. There will never be a waking breath when I could analyze the Lake Course in a clinical fashion. For me, it is beautiful, breathtaking and exhilarating all for reasons that have nothing to do with architecture.
In the same vein, I have already begun to anticipate with some dread the possible time in the not-so-distant future when the drive through those gates will not be followed by the simple wave of the cap from the old guy in the fleece jacket and trucker's hat, and the bellowing out of "Dr. Herreid--get your ass up to the tee!"
The less frequent visits now are even more cherished as time wanders on; every re-told joke and every mis-read putt from my uncle brings a slightly broader, knowing smile...
If I were given the opportunity to know when that final stroll up past the IOU bunkers would take place, I'm not sure I could bring myself to take it. It could have just happened, or it could be in June 2012, or it could be a few more years hence when four generations might be together...
There's just now way to "rank" that, although I'd be inclined to give it an "11" on the walk-in-the-park scale...