On visits to Scotland and Oregon, I’ve played golf in fog so thick that it was difficult to make out the outlines of the holes. But the fog that greeted three of my colleagues and I at Streamsong Resort, in central Florida, earlier this year was on another level. Actually, it made us feel like we were playing on another planet. So soupy was the condensation in the air during three early-morning rounds in March that we couldn’t see much more than about 20 yards in front of us for the first half of each round.
We were in Florida, but if you had told us this was Frankfurt or Florence, we’d have been inclined to believe you. The fairways, the greens, the bunkers, the sandy sprawls, the towering dunes that define this wondrous piece of property — we could see none of it. Streamsong was Streamgone.
Sadly, after two mornings of fog-fighting, it quickly became clear to us that our third and final morning would offer no reprieve. When we hiked up to the first tee at the Tom Doak-designed Blue course, we spotted an arrow that one of our caddies had playfully drawn on the tee box dew.
“Hit it that way,” he said, taking some measure of glee in our mystified states.
That way could have been 180 degrees from the correct line, but we had little choice but to trust our looper’s advice and blindly bang our balls into the great unknown. After hitting our drives, we strolled down the fairway and — if memory serves — found three of our four balls, which felt like a win. And so it went for the first six holes: caddie conference, swing, walk, find, repeat. It wasn’t all bad. Sure, we missed out on the Blue course’s considerable eye candy but not seeing any trouble areas helped block out negative swing thoughts. The fog was surprisingly freeing.
Given this was my first time on the Blue, I didn’t know what I was missing — that is, until we arrived on the tee at the par-3 7th. If you’ve browsed any Streamsong marketing materials or read even just a little bit about the resort — which is home to two other regulation courses, the Red, by Bill Coore and Ben Crenshaw, and the Black, by Gil Hanse and Jim Wagner, along with an inventive new Coore and Crenshaw short course called The Chain — chances are you’ve seen the 7th hole, which is not only among the most photogenic par-3s in Florida but also in all of golf.
From 200 yards from the tips, the tee shot plays downhill and over water to a sprawling green that sits snugly at the bottom of a dune like a ski village might at the base of a mountain. It’s one of those greens that is so natural in its setting that it feels like it’s been there forever — and one of those holes that if you make only one good swing all round, you want it to come on this tee.
