A great slab of boulder just left ofthe green stands guard. No doubt Cape Neddick will fare far better than such fighters in its comeback. We're just off after our drives when Dad spots a solo player ready to pull in behind us and thoughtfully invites him aboard. It turns out the man cuts the greens on weekends in exchange for playing privileges, though he proves not as adept at reading putts as one might have hoped. Ross's side is mostly wide open and straight and, as usual, gives the impression of being somewhat easier than it is.
Wonderful details abound.
I sail along. His wishes are answered on the tree-lined, serpentine back nine. Yet if the aesthetics do not mirror each other, the back nine, for a layman, maintains a Ross-like naturalness and grace. And whether mimicry is the better way to honor one's influences than simply taking their lessons to heart is certainly debatable. I'll admit it is nice to have Dad riding shotgun.