Coming in April, The Massachusetts Golfer, Volume I: "Seek Safe Harbor" "I set sail a week later, on water so placid and amid fog so blindingly dense that it felt like the ferry was carefully wrapped in a cloud, weightlessly gliding above the Nantucket Sound. As we neared port an hour later, a few persistent sunbeams bored through, exposing a smattering of boats and birds, gently bobbing about in our vessel’s wake. I’d thought this trip would be about braving the elements for the love of the game, but all was disarmingly serene. Sans elements, it would just be love of the game and a benign seaside stroll. You could do worse. I chose Nantucket for my Winter Solstice retreat because the shortest day of the year on an island that see s its population shrink from over 80,000 in the summer to a scant 15,000 hardy souls in the winter seemed idyllic in terms of quiet, nature-imposed solitude. Herman Melville further lured me in with the promise of expansive desolation in an increasin...