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I've always hated Bandon Dunes. Ever since the first course opened in 1999, it has been a staple of grillroom debates, but I couldn't be part of the conversation because I had never made the trip. In 2001 the Bandon resort debuted the acclaimed Pacific Dunes, and four years later Bandon Trails was built, yet for various reasons I never made the pilgrimage to this holy land on the Oregon coast. This became a personal embarrassment and a professional liability; as a Golf Magazine Top 100 rater I have to play the world's best courses.
Bandon continued to taunt me by opening a fourth track this June, the celebrated Old Macdonald. That was it; I resolved to finally experience Bandon. No self-respecting golf writer will ever pay to play, so I needed a unique story idea to sell to my editor. The zaniest thing I could concoct was to play all four Bandon courses on the same day. This seemed like suitable penance for having stayed away for so long. Of course, I wasn't even sure it was physically possible to play all 72 in a day. Part of the Bandon allure is that walking is mandatory. Traversing four courses would mean 20 miles or more on foot, up and down hills, through wind and possibly rain, with the setting sun an inexorable foe. I contacted Todd Kloster, an amiable Bandon flack, and he said that while a few hearty souls had played 54 in a day, no one had been brave enough—or stupid enough—to try the impregnable quadrilateral. That was all I needed to hear (ditto my malleable editor). Game on.
As the details were coalescing, I mentioned my madcap plan to a couple of Golf Channel execs, and they said they'd love to film the adventure for a segment on Golf in America.
Gulp. What had started as a lark would now be a referendum on my game and my manhood, in front of a national TV audience. Preparations would have to be made.
Finding the right wingman was easy. My boyhood friend Kevin Price and I have a long history of golf road trips, including the spiritual precursor to the Bandon marathon, when we played all eight courses at Pinehurst in a span of four days (SI, June 17, 2005). Kevin immediately got into the spirit of things and found on the Internet an antichafing product called BodyGlide. In the run-up to Bandon we did a test by applying it to our inner thighs and other sensitive areas. Separately.
I bought a pedometer to track our mileage and headlamps in case we had to play the final few holes in the dark. My biggest concern was finding the right footwear. I was born with absurdly flat feet. Last year I went to a new podiatrist to get another batch of orthotics made, and as I peeled off my socks, the doc couldn't contain his glee, squealing, "You have a real deformity!" In the months before Bandon, I tested numerous golf shoes. I had decided to change my kicks after every round, so I ultimately settled on a carefully choreographed lineup of what I deemed to be the four most comfortable pairs of shoes.
There was a lot of talk about training for the Bandon marathon, and Kevin—a 37-year-old bachelor with a three handicap—took it seriously, regularly walking 36 holes in a day. In the six weeks before Bandon, this married father of four played exactly three rounds and rode a cart for one of them. Clearly adrenaline and ego would have to keep me going.
On July 25 the reckoning arrived. As I was leaving for the airport, my loving wife offered a heartfelt pep talk: "Have fun ... and please don't hurt yourself."
My alarm went off the next morning at 4:59. At Bandon's excellent breakfast buffet I basically had four of everything—bacon and eggs, pancakes, servings of hash browns, plus a bowl of Frosted Flakes, a banana, a mound of berries and a chocolate chip muffin. A normal breakfast for Tim Herron, in other words.
Kevin and I skipped the range—on this day every swing had to count—and headed to Pacific Dunes, the wild Tom Doak design that is widely recognized as one of the great courses of the last quarter century. I hadn't felt any nerves until I spied our welcoming party: SI photographer Kohjiro Kinno, two Golf Channel cameramen, a sound guy, a producer, two caddies and a half-dozen chipper Bandon employees. After getting miked up and shooting a couple of arrival scenes, Kevin and I headed to the 1st tee. It was 6:30 a.m., and a chilly wind was blowing in our faces. I fanned my drive way right, Kevin yanked his dead left, and away we went.