Myopia is indeed a special place. We played many college matches and practice rounds there. Back in the late 60's no one but us college kids seemed to be on the course. Back then Myopia felt like a place that time and golf had forgotten. But its aura was unmistakable. As you turned off the main road and drove past the polo fields and horse stables and the 19th century clubhouse, nobody needed to tell me that I wasn't in Athens, Georgia anymore.
After our rounds we often had drinks on the porch outside the men's locker room. (Don't miss it. After Seminole, best locker room in the US. It has a cathedral ceiling like a little church. Come to think of it, maybe it is a little church.) There was only one wicker couch and a couple of chairs, so we often had to share the limited seating with South American and English professional polo players.
The polo players came from a different gene pool than the one that spawned me and my friends. To a man they were elegant, vaguely aristocratic and looked like movie stars. They had a self confidence only very young, very rich athletes can pull off. But even more memorable were their drop dead gorgeous girlfriends. I was spell-bound. To compound my infatuation, they all had what sounded like french accents. Unfortunately (and entirely predicatably) they viewed us college golfers with something like total disdain. And who could blame them? They were headed off to an evening to do whatever rich, handsome pro polo players do after a hard day on the ponies. I was headed back to Cambridge to a tongue sandwich at Elsie's and biochemistry homework.
All of which is to say that you can play golf at Myopia, but there is another world there, beyond the golf course.
Sorry to carry on for so long. Myopia evokes lots of memories.
Bob