Wayne:
The real reason Fernandina Beach Municipal struck me as it did that one time was it was just so much like a throw-back in time, everything about it, and as you know I love things that are a throw back in time. Everything seemed just like it was in Florida way back when---the course, the aura, the Live Oaks and lichen, the light, the sounds, the smell (sort of like jasmine).
I felt like if I turned around I'd see my Dad standing there just like he was in 1949. It was a pretty powerful "moment".
And then it was at Fernandina that one time when Susie hit the one and only good shot I've ever seen her hit. For years before that she hit every single shot dead right. It was getting pretty frustrating and then in desperation I told her to move her grip way right bigtime. She said that felt terrible and it was a dumb suggestion. But she grumpily tried it and ripped a drive about 200 yards with a pretty little draw.
She just stood there watching it and staring out there long after the ball hit the ground and stopped. She just kept staring out there and eventually turned to me and said; "What the F... was that?" And Susie never says things like that!
How can you not love a golf course where stuff like that happens the one and only time there?
Oh, by the way, Susie has never hit another good shot. Everything is just dead right again.
But now I can never go back because it will never be the same again.
When you have "moments" like that you've got to put them in the old Safety Deposit Box and hang onto them forever because they're pretty rare and very precious.
Fernandina Beach Municipal was a real hidden gem for me but it wasn't about the architecture.