Fortunately, unlike the site-specific routing of a Cypress Point, the plans for El Boquerón would translate well to many parcels of land, from the California coast to the Texas Hill Country—the imperative is to find a broad, open hillside. Edel isn’t sure where that land will be found, but once all the elements are in place—real estate, architect, investors—the mandate for the new club is crystal clear: Although it will be built somewhere in the United States, it will be Argentine to the core. The clubhouse and cottages would pay tribute to the buildings on the Anchorena estate, with Zuberbühler’s summer home serving as a model for the clubhouse, and the original clubhouse (which is tiny) providing a basis for the guest cottages. The Jockey Club medals and vintage golf magazines Edel found in San Telmo would join other items in a museum devoted to the history of Argentine golf and the legacy of Enrique Anchorena.
Presumably some approximation of razor-sharp curros could be found with which to aggravate golfers who stray from the fairways, and there’s no question that the course’s unique challenges would be a fine addition to MacKenzie’s luminous body of work—even if it arrives to the party more than eight decades late. With any luck, a few years from now a quebracho-fired steak and a hearty glass of malbec will await those fortunate enough to have just walked off the eighteenth at El Boquerón.