Thomas, Paulie and I decided to celebrate Columbus Day doing what was appropriate to commemorate an explorer of the sea, even a controversial one. We rowed to lighthouses.
Going down, the breeze was stiff and the waves washed into our cockpits. Hitting our lower spines, it reminded us that it's October. But by the time we started back from Beverly, the conditions had improved, which we took as an encouraging omen. If there is a lesson to be learned from salt water rowing, it's that nothing ever stays the same and that conditions off Brown's Island can be radically different from conditions in front of Jack's house, which can be radically different from conditions off Children's. Most of us consider the ocean a friend but when the sky is half gray and half sunny, and the water dark yet very beautiful, it's easy to remember that we are mostly guests out there. Still, great row, great company.
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