Getting back in the saddle didn't work. Getting back on the runners felt a bit obtuse. So, getting back on the seat remained. At least at this hour of the night - trying to get something out.
Last weekend, I realized that we'd already been out on the water 3-5 times at this time last year. This, and recent Rowing News issues, had me yearning to get back to rowing. We've had an unfortunate stretch of intermittent thunderstorms these past few weekends and haven't planned much water time. I washed down the shell to get rid of the gunk from my last paddle in December.
This weekend, Kathleen joined me for a first row. It was midmorning, bright and sunny, with a strong breeze. I remembered about half of the "system" I had together for getting our stuff together and donkeying the shell down to the neighborhood access ramp. On the water, our technique was rusty and our bodies were creaky, but it was good to be sculling. The wind was mostly southerly and did generate some white caps along the longest fetch of the lake. From our kayaking adventures, we've learned that fetch is the distance that the wind can blow on water unimpeded. Recalling this no-no from our CYC rowing stint, we turned around and continued hugging shore. All in all, a nice hour on the water getting our feet "wet" again.
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