Nestled near the state line between Georgia and South Carolina is another world. Driving up to the entrance for the 'commoners' you can not imagine the transformation you are about to experience when you enter the grounds. You are in one of the most beautiful settings that I can imagine. You are surrounded by incredibly manicured plants and people. All manmade structures are the same color as the grass and woods. You walk on the same grass that Presidents, kings and captains of industry play. That grass in the walkways is nicer than any course I have ever played! You are transformed for just a few hours to another world. One that you cannot possibly afford to remain in nor will they permit you to stay there. This is the nirvana of the golf world. One of the most exclusive societies on earth.
One of my favorite folklore tales about Augusta National involved Vice President Dan Quayle. He was coming to Augusta on business and called the course to arrange a tee time. The pro shop politely informed him that he would be most welcome. When asked what member he would be a guest of, Quayle replied none, he was bringing his own foursome. The pro shop responed by telling him that he could not play there unless accompanied by a member. The Vice President was turned away!:p