Rolling Pines could be that course. First and foremost, this is a disc golf only facility for forty-nine weeks of the year. There are three weeks in the Spring when the property hosts a music festival and the course is closed. But as there are other very playable courses very nearby, I won't subtract any points for that.
The grounds...immaculately mown and maintained, except for that kudzu farm/tree trash receptacle of a ravine to the left of #12's green. I won't subtract anything for that either, as that actually helps to impede an overthrown disc's flight to the bottom of that abyss. MAYbe remove a very few of the lower limbs to open up 14's fairway. Though I did throw into one of those trees, it got through, I made a good approach and putt to score birdie, so maybe not.
The equipment...these tee pads are the best from which I've ever driven. Dyed concrete for a more natural, Earth tone color is an additional unnecessary, but aesthetically appreciated feature. All are spaciously wide with a length of 11' to 12', except for 13 White, which is shorter due to topography, and #2, which is the only hole on which White and Gold share a pad, and that pad is a great big, HUGE square. Another feature that I've never seen on a course is the placement of full size pads serving as drop zones for OB and missed mando shots. All pads are perfectly poured, straight and level, with hole numbers embedded in the concrete. I feel sort of badly for somebody, who placed the 9 upside down on the White pad. The number has been removed, but a 6 is imprinted into the concrete there nonetheless. And all pads are bordered with timbers, which serves a practical, as well as aesthetic purpose. They're sometimes SEVERAL rows high to achieve levelness. This was the first time that I had thrown at Kingpin baskets. Early on, I thought that these chains surely spit out a lot of putts, but remembered the old adage that it's a poor workman who blames his tools and realized that it was my fault and not the baskets'. They have a very unique, almost melodically musical tone to them. And with their bright orange poles and yellow baskets, they are very visible. They're all well set and grounded in gravel, with well cut timbers making boxes around the bases. Though previous review mentioned that in places, baskets in eyesight proximity could cause confusion, the very readable number plate atop each basket and the excellent hole diagrams on each Gold tee sign should help alleviate that. As for the tee signs...excellent; just excellent...for the Gold tees, they are among the best of the best I've seen; big, informative and artistic, giving Hole #, distance, Par, a very good diagram, showing both tee positions, hole nickname and some very informative and entertaining local news and lore short articles. I would strongly suggest that any White level player unfamiliar with the course stop for a moment to study on the Gold tee sign, particularly the diagram in the bottom left. Except for just maybe a couple of instances, you're going to be going right by them anyway. The White signs are less detailed, but are still more than adequate. I noticed that all the baskets in the diagrams are labeled 'A'. Are alternate pin placements for some or all of the holes in the offing? More on that in a moment. Other signage is extremely helpful with arrows attached to each basket pointing to the next tee, well designed Mando and transitional direction signs. Though navigation is generally natural, the signs do help.
The design...WCDGC did an amazing job of utilizing flora, topography, and general lay of the land. Rolling Pines offers a wide variety of elevation, effective length, as well as distance and directional differentials. Playing from the Whites, of course, I noticed that the distances of 250" and 290'/295' repeated several times, but never seemed repetitive. Most every hole offers some play up. down, or up AND down, or alongside elevation differences, but none are Himalayan hurtful. I was apprehensively expecting a mountain climbing trek through dense forest, but was over-joyously surprised to be met with beautiful green grass fairways, where tree lines and well spaced mature hardwoods and Pines defined the fairways and occasionally guarded greens. There are several purely wooded holes, often with Pine needle 'floors', but for the most part, this course is truly moderately wooded throughout, after number 1, a perfectly picturesque, slightly down-sloped open meadow hole, which was a wholly wonderful way to begin my round. Many, if not most courses labeled as 'moderately wooded' means that some holes are heave and hope holes through a rain forest, while most are all wide or mostly wide open. But at Rolling Pines (which has maybe more deciduous trees than evergreens), trees are an integral aspect of every hole's design, without ever being overburdeningly obnoxious. Walking up #17 was pastoral, as it is basically open, but bathed in the shade of towering Pines outlining the fairway and guarding and defining the green. Probably my favorite two design features are the bamboo wall (which I'm now thinking of incorporating into our desired redesign of The SPC) and the hanging basket, at a slightly higher height than the norm. I've always loved hanging baskets. They're just cool.
Amenities...they are aplenty. Abundant trash and recycling receptacles that I credit with the immaculate cleanliness of the course. Big, expansive benches with backs set into concrete at many Gold pads and at 13 and 18 White. Hand cranked, cool water pumps aplenty, though I didn't encounter my first one until Hole 8, which was just in the nick of time. Port-a-Johns and restrooms. The Port-a-John I utilized was clean and well appointed. I didn't check to see if the restrooms were open, but I'm assuming that they are. Professionally constructed staircases for a couple of the transitions, particularly between 12 and 13 White, which is a gorgeous tee box in the woods. Innumerable electrical outlets, primarily installed for Merlefest attendees, but I assume can be utilized by disc golfers any other time. Ample parking that's shared with no other other activity participants. Two big picnic tables at the start/finish point.
The people. I was sad and surprised that there was practically no one else there. Two of them were from my home county, over 100 miles away. Finishing up, I met a very gracious local Master division fellow, who volunteered to go look for my brand new, bright red Buzzz, which I had lost over the cliff beside #12. His slightly younger eyes found it in about thirty seconds, as I had searched unsuccessfully for over thirty minutes. May the powers of the universe bless you, Dennis Wilson.