After tapping in for my standard, ho-hum double on the 11th at Cabot Cliffs — a lovely par-4 that shoots slightly uphill between grass-capped dunes — I turned around to take in the view. The infinite, steel-blue sea. A string of gorgeous golf holes careening along the cliffs. A smattering of wind-sheared shore pines leaning in the wind. Then I looked back up the hill where a row of estate lots sat well back of the 11th fairway on high ground. Yes, I thought, the view from there will suffice. Read More