Thornapple 10

10
Par 4, 305 yards, slight dogleg right

I debate whether to call it an afternoon; it's after 5:30 and it's freezing. I decide that it's sunny enough, and late enough in the year to be my last chance, so I should to finish. I put on my scarf, feel the cold steel of my shafts as I pull out my driver, and race the setting sun to the horizon.

The same hazard as on 9 threatens on 10, though out of reach of the drive and closer to the hole.

Another high drive; I'll start teeing lower. I lay up with a solid 5-iron and then skull my 8 over the green and to the left fringe. My ugly 8-iron chip goes long and I two-putt back for a shaky 6.