You may be taken back by the hyperbole here. But my “release” has always been to write. Express emotions. Memorialize so I can always return to the feelings that defined a unique experience. Here goes …

I just returned from a “voyage” to the #1 golf course in the world (arguably), Pine Valley. For decades I have been the guest of my long friend Hugh Kenworthy. Usually play a round or two. Lunches and dinner there. Wonderful service, great food. Four of us make the trek. Every year. Oh, the best thing? The showers in each room. A deluge, a flood that engulfs you after an exhilarating day on the golf course.

Of my many visits. This was the best. Why. I had decided the golf course was too difficult for me to play. Thus, was going to pass this year. But I had previously invited two of my Atlanta friends to join me. No way I was going to back out on them. So, up I went. If only a bit reluctantly. They would play. I got a special dispensation from Pine Valley to use a golf cart. Something they rarely do. But PV has a stellar reputation that might make other golf clubs stuffy, more formal? … As I drove my cart on the course … “Mr. Brickley, whatever we can do make your time special here. Please have a great day.” That’s Pine Valley.

If I had been up there many times, why was this visit my best? My guests played with my member friend. I hit occasional shots that were manageable for me. Here and there. I wasn’t concerned about the quality of my game. I more enjoyed watching my three friends play. Take on the challenge. PV has been called “a beast never tamed.”

To my surprise less playing allowed me to see the grandeur of Pine Valley as never before. Sure, I watched my friends tee off. For me? There was none of the usual angst, tension when I played the course before. Instead, on each hole I was able to pause, turn and view the contours, the design, the beauty of the place. I thought to myself. “Truly this was #1. Just look.” While my guests struggled at times, I watched, observed. Their errant shots, their rewarding shots. The special ability of the caddies. The uniqueness of it all. Just took it in.

As always, my guests were immensely appreciative. One of the requirements to join me? My guests must never have been to PV previously. My joy is to watch them enjoy the experience. As happens every time. My friends admired our host, Hugh. His game, his welcoming presence. This is probably my “swan song” there. But going back this time? Maybe actually seeing the place … for the first time? Was incredibly special.