The scene of one my my most memorable shots: with a gale force wind from behind I used my rescue club to putt the ball about 20 feet onto the walking path, and watched it blow and bound down towards the green. I was the first off the tee because no one else, including the caddy, knew what to hit. Felt like it took forever for the ball to get there, finally running across the green and just stopping on the back fringe, a mere 8 ft from the cup! Everyone else tried various aeral approaches but not got within sniffing distance.
Please don't ask me about the next two putts, my caddy couldn't have been more disappointed in me.
While I'm not sure the walking path was built for that purpose it made the hole playable in even the worst of conditions, which makes it an awesome design.
