THIS WEATHERS A BUMMER

Twice now this week I've ventured back into my old neighborhood of Anchorage Lane to go for an early moring row. Twice now I have been met with raw temperature, Northerly winds, low tides and a choppy bay. What gives?? Perhaps in my earlier age I would have braved the elements. Even now I'm willing to take my fair share of abuse from the seas and sky. I've rowed in rain, in fog, in some major chop as well as cold temperatures. But not all of it together and not at 6:00AM. I have returned home dejected but optimistic that the best days of rowing are still in front of us.