The world did NOT end yesterday --- which may appear comical as we contemplate those who were convinced it would, but is quite poignant when we contemplate those who sold their homes, spent down all of their life savings, and now must figure out how to get on with the rest of their lives.
But rowing season DID officially begin today. Jay has posted the details. (Small correction: some of us did only 5.5 miles, but still an excellent launch of the season).
I ask: What possesses us to laugh in the of the the gods? To dance atop the mighty ocean in our flimsy, floatable shells? And with the water was 50 degrees, adding even more encouragement than usual not to fall in. [The air was more forgiving, also 50, not cold, but brisk. ]
The row out was exciting: on the water again! The 360 degrees views of water, sky, rocks; of buoys, boats, and birds. The feel of wind and wave sometimes pushing us backward and sometimes pulling us along; of muscles awakened after winter's slumber. The warmth of friends newer and older, all on the same mission: to experience the thrill of the row.
The row back was dead into the stiffening wind, swells picking up, chop edging over our hulls every now and again. Slow but steady brought all of us home.
Chas
ReplyDeleteI had no idea how well you write the prose. I sadly missed the inaugural season event but shared in the graduation celebration of both my children
Jack, it wasn't the same without you, you were sorely missed. But, just as you're children have grown and graduated, Rock and Row has grown and can now walk on its own. You should be proud, of children and RnR alike.
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