It’s like a scene from another era here in America’s Deep South.
For players arriving at the gates of the Augusta National Golf Club on Washington Road in the town of Augusta, Georgia, it is the start of a journey into a different, unique world. They are greeted by the sight of Magnolia Lane, an avenue lined with approximately 60 trees and overhanging branches. At the end stands the pristine white Clubhouse, a classic example of southern architecture. Flowerbeds brighten the foreground.
As three-time champion Gary Player once put it, “The Masters is the only tournament I know that makes you gulp when you drive through the entrance.” And Bernhard Langer agrees: “For pros and amateurs alike, Augusta is just a dream. Everyone wants to play there.”