Paul Scheuer
I traveled to England and Scotland as a chaperone with our church's youth group, visiting sites of religious significance, among them Iona. The day before we traveled to Iona we payed a brief visit to St. Andrew's. As an avid golfer, it was a bittersweet day. I got to see The Old Course, but there I was in Scotland, the birthplace of golf, and there would be no time or opportunity for me to play while I was there. Fast forward to Iona. After arriving, we were taken on a walking tour of the island by a guide. At midday, we paused on a hilltop for a rest and a bite of lunch. As I sat there eating my sandwich and looking out over the coastline, I spotted what appeared to be a flagstick, standing in the middle of a pasture with a cow casually grazing beside it. Excited beyond measure, I quickly approached the guide and asked him if what I was seeing was real. "Oh yes," he said, "there's an 18-hole golf course out there. You can buy a scorecard and course map from the post office in town, and the inn across the street has clubs for rent." Giddy as a schoolgirl, I rushed back to town after the tour was over, obtained the aforementioned scorecard and a bag full of yard-sale-quality golf clubs and headed out to the course. In terms of course conditions, it was easily the worst course I've ever played in my life - and I've played some doozies. Not surprising, given that the course maintenance staff are all four-legged and the only tools at their disposal are their teeth. Believe me when I tell you though: NONE OF THAT MATTERED IN THE SLIGHTEST! It was hands-down the most amazing and memorable round I've had in my life so far. A truly authentic and spiritual golfing experience. If you ever get a chance to go to Iona, take advantage of it and bring your clubs. I dare to say that you'd be hard pressed to find a better place to experience what golf would have been like in the early days of the game. Truly blessed to have been able to see and play this course.