I awoke this morning refreshed and excited. Not only was it a beautiful day, but it was also going to be my first rowing lesson. Some of you may know that my first attempt to row six years ago resulted in a tiny boat carrying my tinier ten-year-old sister out toward open ocean whilst I stripped down to my unmentionables, jumped in the frigid water, and swam back. Tugging the boat of course. Today I was going to finally learn what I should have known prior to that expedition. And I was stoked. Stay tuned.
The morning unfolded as any typical morning would. Nate puttered and I knit (the afghan is coming along quite nicely if anyone is curious). When the afternoon hit, Nate went down to the bottom to sand his boat. I cleaned up, threw on my bathing suite and promptly followed, extremely excited to tackle the oars (it has now been beaten into me that they are not in fact ‘paddles’. Apparently there’s a difference). When I arrived at the bottom of the hill, there was a boatload of people padding up the beach. Fourteen people to be precise. The rowing lesson was thus postponed.
A reporter and a photographer from the Times Record were among this group. They came out to tour the island and write about efforts to locate and potentially unearth historic landmarks on Seguin
Everyone departed at , and Nate and I promptly jumped into the dinghy. After some brief instruction, I like to think I got the hang of the process pretty quickly. After a successful lap, I dropped Nate off at the boathouse to do more sanding, and I continued to row laps around the cove to get in some good practice. I’m not sure what my problem was last time, but rowing does not seem quite so tricky now. I splash a lot, and Nate says I need to work on my form, but all in all, I was scooting along at a pretty good clip. Regardless, it’s now apart of my daily exercise routine, and I’m pretty excited about it.
Tomorrow is another day, and I cannot wait to see what it brings!
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