Some of the best rows I’ve had (and my most favorite) have been when it’s in the 60s/70s, completely overcast, and so foggy that you can only just make out whats in front of your bow. Everything is dead quiet so the sound of the oarlocks, catches, finishes, slides, puddles, etc. are all magnified. It’s the most peaceful feeling because there’s absolutely nothing distracting you from what you’re out there to do.
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