The crack of a well struck drive snapped me out of my deep contaplation. Once the foursome left to play their second shots I jumped up to the first tee box and looked for and found an aiming point for tomorrow, which, of course, was on the right side of the fairway. I thought about that spot all night.

I had just putted out on the fourth hole when the deer who had stepped aside to let us hit our approach shots to the green had returned to their spot to continue grazing on grasses along the historic Native American thoroughfare.

The first hole was dramatic with an elevated tee box looking down at a somewhat narrow fairway, but the energy around the first tee was calm and relaxing.

By the time we were had hit about our 30th golf ball we were fighting 30 mph winds.