The crack of a well struck drive snapped me out of my deep contaplation. Once the foursome left to play their second shots I jumped up to the first tee box and looked for and found an aiming point for tomorrow, which, of course, was on the right side of the fairway. I thought about that spot all night.

As promised the sun was heading down as we made the turn, and two things were on my mind; moose and the 17th hole.