Behold an island and a golf course bathed in vacation
epiphany. What a glorious playground to discover. The
oldest of the Hawaiian islands, Kaua‘i is the
most resplendent of the
eight that arc with dignity in the midst (and mist) of
the vast Pacific Ocean. The least populated of the
four
major islands,
the 550 square miles of Kaua‘i has only 58,000
inhabitants who zealously protect their tranquility. The “Garden
Isle” is a floating oasis of carved mountain
cliffs; extraordinarily lush rainforests; a verdant
Mt. Waialeale,
with nearly 500 inches of annual rainfall; resplendent,
soft-sand beaches; tumbling, vertiginous, northshore
waterfall cliffs; and dolphins and legends; and—gloriously—
the natural and overwhelming grandeur of the Waimea
Canyon.
Add to that cachet the annual PGA Grand Slam of Golf,
which pulls nearly 90 million US homes with its fun
in late November, and you have a dream venue. The Poipu
Bay Golf Course is set like an Impressionist painting
on 210 acres of Hawaiian landscape, bookended by rich
emerald mountain backdrops and the pastels of a cobalt-blue
ocean.
The Robert Trent Jones, Jr. links design was completed
in 1991 and floats for 7,108 yards over the ocean, around
four lakes and over (or through) 80 Jones-esque sprawling
bunkers (which are currently being replenished with
silica sand). It is also a lovely course to walk in
the quiet of a late afternoon (holding hands on the
fairway would be a romantic interlude) and after 4:00
pm you can bring the kids who play for free if you contribute
$10 for the frolic. How do you resist this?
The family experience is even more poetic if you can
complete your round and stroll several minutes over
to the Grand Hyatt Kaua’i Resort & Spa and
check in for a week (at least). Fifty acres of spectacular
Poipu beaches, pools, lagoons,
a fetching spa (in the process of a garden expansion
to 45,000 square feet), fitness center and pervasive
vegetation and
statuary—all make this experience as nifty as
a hole-in-one.
Craig Sasada, the new Director of
Golf after six years at the Kapalua resort on his home
island of Maui, smiles
for an hour
as he discusses the course: “At the correct tee,
this is a fair course even for the kids. Don’t
discount the tradewinds, though.
This is Hawai‘i and it’s the hardest part
of golf here. But the fairways are firm and the ball
rolls. The fronts are open so
you can run the ball up to the green. You don’t
have to be a high-ball hitter to have fun. And the
par-3s
are not overly long.
Be a shot-maker and work the ball.” It’s
the wind, he emphasizes, that creates the intrigue.
The par-5 2nd
measures only 524 yards “but plays the longest
because of the prevailing wind. It’s an uphill
tee-shot into a crosswind of a dogleg right. The 573-yard
6th is the longest “but will play short. The green
is accessible in two here.”
Bunkers, wind and some water (in play
on five holes) provide some punishing perils, particularly
on the par-4s.
The 9th is handicapped 1. The 402- yard fairway twists
uphill, with a minicliff drop-off on the right and the
real deal set against the ocean in the near distance.
Drive between (or past) two bunkers in the landing area,
than approach uphill to a 30-yard green with more visual
distractions than undulations. The wind
is a factor, so adjust your club selection.
A frission of anticipation awaits you at the tee box
of the 501-yard par-4 16th hole. Here’s why: “It’s
majestic scenery on
the edge of the ocean,” says Craig. “You
are at 150 feet of elevation looking out at a cliff
with waves breaking, hitting
downwind and downhill to a firmfairway. During the
Grand Slam the pros often use an iron off the tee and
a 7-iron
in! But they’re a different kind of animal. For
us, the key is — what else? — to stay in
the fairway.”
Incidentally, the in-cart satellite
navigation system, exhaustive practice facilities (separate
putting greens,
a three-bunker pitching green and 15-bay grass range)
and a lustrous (and
award-winning) pro shop add more enjoyment to the day(s).
What a marvelous thought during a
disconsolate, dyspeptic late autumn afternoon when your
golf glove has been
replaced with mittens and your titanium driver by a
snow shovel:
“All our Spring has changed to November –
roaring winds, cold gloomy days, and gray leaden skies
have driven away our Favonian breezes, our warm bright
noons, and mellow sunshine.”
Here’s the place to change all of that. Leave
the overcoat at home and come and revel.
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