Rowing on Glass

ROWING ON GLASS, how can one not be inspired to wax poetic, when, after a brutal winter mother nature eventually seems to regain her sanity.

ROWING ON GLASS.  A view from Newport Harbor looking south-west-south, mid to late April 2015.

 I RECKON THAT ROWING is a close relative to sailing.  Rowing, sailing, paddling, surfing, all a part of the same. 

ROWING ON GLASS.  A view of Newport Harbor looking north, mid to late April 2015. 

ROWING ON GLASS.  What's the Point you may ask?  Well, in Newport it is the area of the harbor and town north of the Goat Island causeway.  In this photo looking north we see part of the causeway section of the Newport Bridge, and beyond the bridge stands part of the Naval War College.

The lazy, diabolical, up-current rower that I am, often when on a rowing excursion such as the one that produced these photos, likes to get the tough part out of the way first.  Not that the rowing was particularly difficult really, but the current was ebbing, a rather subtle current moving at maybe .2 knots. 

ROWING ON GLASS.  Or a trolls-eye-view (from under the bridge?) of the super fast looking trimaran called Lending Club. 

PLAYING HOOKY was the feel of this short little irresistible rowing excursion.  Soon afterwards I was back to the near endless labor of love maintenance on the mother ship.  Sanding, sanding and more sanding, and then reading about another sailor putting the 1000 grit touch on his beloved craft.  My eyeballs can not help but protrude at the thought of 1000 grit sandpaper.  1000 grit sandpaper brings to mind "In this lifetime?"  I go back and forth between the  work-boat/Bristol sheen thing and then my deeply indoctrinated 220 grit limit kicks in.  Work-boat I guess, but it's still an improvement. 

ROWING ON GLASS.  Here we have the rather mangy looking Razorbill that's been hanging out in the Northeast part Newport Harbor for many winters it seems.

FAIR WINDS
Captain Bill