Armstrong's work on the Dunes improves that course to the
point
where non-member play at New Seabury can henceforth be routed to the
sister course during the peak summer months. The New Hampshire-based
architect
lengthened this inland par-70 by several hundred yards, redid
greens, added a
fleet of new bunkers and built additional water
hazards. One of these, a
bulkheaded pond on the par-5 ninth, offers
long hitters the chance for a heroic
second shot, with clubhouse
denizens looking on.
Back across the canal and down the road from Pinehills you'll
encounter one of several fine Brian Silva layouts that dot the area.
Waverly
Oaks, opened in 1998 (with 27 holes that include a par-33
nine), charges boldly
up and down hills and highlands but spreads out
generous landing areas that
permit aggressive play off the tee. This is
Silva, however, so don't expect to
hit without thinking, unless you
thrive on long second shots from bunkers and
rough. If you play a fade,
there are at least two spots on the course where you
can use that
little leaker to great advantage—your approach on the long par-4
sixth,
where balls drifting right of target catch a closely mown half-bowl and
feed back toward the green, and the glorious 221-yard (that's not even
from the
back tee), par-3 17th, where a softly cutting 3- or 4-wood
will land left and
short, then feed toward the cup in "reverse Redan"
style.
Continuing on the Silva Tour, a shrewd Cape vacationer would
parlay
a one-night (or—by all means—longer) stay at the outstanding Wequassett
Inn into golf rights at the otherwise private Cape Cod National Golf
Club, on
South Orleans Road in Brewster. This 6,900-yard layout finds
the architect
hewing to his theory that the great hole-design concepts
have been discovered
already; one need only try new executions of them.
The Redan fifth at Cape Cod
National and the Punchbowl sixth crib from
the Seth Raynor songbook, but the
overall flow and look of CCN is
unforced and elegant. Green complexes—the 10th
is particularly bold—and
tee-shot landing areas are delightfully varied,
creating a tingle of
anticipation throughout the round. At No. 17, where the
fairway heaves
up like cresting waves, you're almost glad for the tilting lie
from
which your approach shot must be played.
The aforementioned Wequassett Inn not only can book you on
Cape Cod
National, it's a beauty of a resort. Well-designed and tastefully
landscaped, it spreads along a secluded bluff that overlooks the
region's most
inspiring body of water (besides the Atlantic and Cape
Cod Bay). Guestrooms are spacious and quiet,
with luxurious built-in
details and subtle lighting. The property plan is such
that you don't
get those first heartbreaking views of Pleasant Bay until you've stepped onto
one of the
Wequassett's many winding footpaths and ventured several
hundred yards on an
easterly heading. Most guests don't stop at water's
edge, but instead continue
down a 200-foot wooden pier that terminates
in a floating dock whence all
sailing and windsurfing adventures begin.
Cocktails with a Pleasant view are
sipped every summer evening at
Twenty-Eight Atlantic, a formal but friendly bar
with a patio that
commands long views across the water to that distant point
where the
bay, in 1987, finally breached along one point of its narrow duneland
barrier and became connected to the Atlantic.
The pleasure you get from working that Cape Cod
National-Wequassett
Inn parlay helps offset the ache of exclusion from such
recent
members-only beauties as Nantucket Golf Club. This Rees Jones canvas is
now five years old, but its Brontëesque blending of wild and refined
looks
continues to influence course-builders who ferry over to study
its award-winning
contours.
Of all large-scale vacation resorts on Cape Cod, Ocean Edge is the most
prepossessing to an
arriving visitor. Your first glimpse of it from
Route 6A takes in a broad
upsweep of lawn with a long stone manor house
set back at the crest. It goes
without saying that this wonderfully
eclectic structure was built as a sea
captain's private home.
Ocean Edge is a time-management challenge. Its bayfront beach
has a
wonderful island-y feel that makes it hard to visit briefly. There is also
a tournament-worthy tennis center, exciting golf, a new tavern with
fairway-view
dining and a refurbished golf clubhouse. One unique
amenity is direct access to
the Cape Cod Rail Trail, a 26-mile paved
ribbon for bicycling clear to the
National Seashore areas around the
Cape's
elbow. The Ocean Edge golf experience is both wry and robust,
unfolding over an
'80s-vintage Cornish and Silva layout done up
British-style, with revetted pot
bunkers and waving fescues that need
just a Cape breeze—or a tourist's rusty
golf swing—to bring them
confoundingly into play.
Beyond the confines of these high-profile golf venues there
are
beloved courses where golf itself is the thing. Selecting among them is
often a matter of sentimental preference. In Brewster, the 36-hole
Captains
complex fills its twin tee sheets all summer with loyal
patrons. Cut from a
thickly wooded parcel, it features treelines as a
playing hazard more so than
many other of the younger courses—it's
reminiscent of Dennis Pines or even
Hyannis Golf Club, where the
biggest kettle on a Cape course strikes finishing-hole fear into players who
aren't ready to glimpse its yawning depths. Olde Barnstable
Fairgrounds, now in
its second decade, is another daily-fee with
excellent shot variety and
formidable greens. There are a dozen others,
but Highland Links, a nine-hole
course I have played at least 30 times,
is the most dramatically set golf
property on the entire Cape—among
public courses, at least. There is a
280-degree ocean view from several
spots on this linksy wonder, which seems to
be in better shape every
summer I return to it.
But somehow I never seem to get in all the rounds I
envisioned
during our annual July sojourn. Too many distractions, from
gallery-haunting to whale- and people-watching in Provincetown, to
pickup volleyball out on Cahoon Hollow Beach. Plans are crafted on the trip
down,
then a summer-on-the-Cape bliss undoes them. That's where fall
comes in—the
Cape's quietly superior season for golf. It's
upon us now—you should pull out your map and chart a course.