On July 18, 1983, my foursome completed 18 holes on the West Course in precisely two hours and 16 minutes. If that doesn’t take your breath away, consider this: 1) on that morning we’d traveled more than 3,500 miles to get there; 2) it was our second round of the day; and 3) that afternoon we went another 18 holes—and another 2,500 miles.I wonder how many weather forecasts Clampett issued?
I was editor of GOLF Magazine back then and one of my core duties was to make noise for the magazine—occasionally do nutty things that attracted attention and, by extension, readers and advertisers. In a moment of questionable inspiration I came up with the notion of playing St. Andrews, Winged Foot and Pebble Beach in 24 hours.
Nobody could claim that the little town of Carnoustie has beauty or presence. It is a small watering-place set in a sandy bay which is absolutely safe bathing for children; indeed it is a perfect resort for toddlers, paddlers, and sandcasters. It is an unpretentious, friendly spot, ideal for family holiday. You expect it to have a nice little golf course that will flatter father's handicap--and you find that it has a course of real magnitude and grandeur. PATRIC DICKINSON