Nothing like September light. The edge of summer is held by the sun but the wind and air infuse the nose. It's the hint of autumn, but still just a flirtation.
With brisk clouds at a distance, Carmi and I headed out early to get a jump on the flight team of Thomas, Steph and Dave Brocum, hoping to meet them at Tinkers after we sojourned to the beach and out by Pig Rock. But in our two-hour row we never did, even though it was nice to see Pal Bickford and Sara Simon out in front of Peter Lynch's spread, nicely accommodating the northerly breeze pushing at their sterns.
The long forgotten hurricane has cleared many boats from our waters and we went a whole hour without meeting a single wake. Carmi said when she becomes God she will limit motor boats to ocean travel between 10:00 AM and 4:00 PM, Monday through Friday. Rowers will have all other hours. Amen to that.
Thomas, Stephanie, Carmi and I have decided to row a mixed quad in the Head of the Charles if we can capture a boat and get a few practices in. It is R & R's first appearance at the largest regatta in the world, and about time. Let's hope we can find that dubious quad and show our colors to all those flat water whimps from Harvard, the boat clubs and the like.
If you had seen us on the water, you would have seen Stephanie and Thomas crushing me. I could barely keep up. But it was nice to be back on the water.
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