We stayed until seeing Bernard Langar and his 14 year old son, Jason make his birdie putt to win the championship.
The golf course was in immaculate condition--the sand hazards looked like they'd been polished smooth with a decorative edge added in contrast.
We learned that the official held his hands up to quiet and still the crowd while the athletes played. The sons were fun to watch--they knew how to play but weren't quite sure when to pick up their ball, when to mark it, how to drop a ball when it kept rolling into the lake and often consulted with dad. Dad's meanwhile, often relied on their sons to get a long drive off the tee, then did the finishing touches. The father son team played "best ball", selecting the ball that was closest to the hole in the best position, then both hitting from their next ball from that location.
When we arrived, volunteers offered us a golf cart ride to the 17th tee, which we declined based on our need for exercise and other volunteers gave us the scoop about where to go when we arrived.
The parking lot on the 17th green had many cars but we still found parking without any trouble.