First rowing day of the new year.  Pushed off into the inky
blackness of pre-dawn, thinking it wasn't really so dark.
Not a breath of wind and the water was smooth as
glass all the way around, even out by the breakwater
where the flag hung straight down, inivisible along the pole
without a flutter.  Saw a large bird asleep on a buoy,
two small ones left semicircular wakes as one
nagged the other.  The crescent moon overhead was
one of the first things I noticed looking up, and there was
occasional luminescence from the water as an oar
disturbed it.  Not biolum. though.  No way.  Probably a
reflection from light.  Thought of Hanford and the
Columbia river.  Up there it would have been radio-
luminescence.  Rowed three miles in about 40 minutes,
slowed once or twice,  was a little unsteady after the
week off, but then could have rowed around again
without trouble.  Noted an impending launch from
the Loyola/CYC dock.  Made mental note to count
buoys next time.  Ran through a wake at the end,
splish splash-

Jan 7, 1994
55 degrees, 5:57

Got a later start this chilly Friday.  Pushed off
smoothly into the inky blackness of night, wearing
new hitech u-trou (long), and hat.  This was comfy for
one mile, then got hot.  Removed hat & flannel shirt
at the turn-around, drifting up close to boats.  Pretended
to race a jogger on the way back to the flag, which was
flapping nicely.  The sound of huge breakers could be heard,
even from the boathouse.  Rested after one circuit,
then, floating quietly, decided on a couple movemides,
as it was getting nicely light.  Still no other shells
visible, although the Phantom Four had zoomed by
the dock as I launched.  After five miles,  I was 
well exercised, had stopped several times for nice 
rests, and got the number of the baykeepers 
boats, 800 HELP BAY, so I put in at 7.08 with
just about a perfect landing, and headed for home.

Jan 9, 1994 1.40 p.m.

A late start brought some wind and mild chop.  The
first day of the year with wind brought many sailors.
Rowed five miles with occasional pauses to not run 
into sailboats, look where I was going, etc.  Slipped
right between two large sailboats I didn't notice until
the last minute.  The only other rower was pulling
a 4-foot dinghy along.  It was cool and sunny and
a fine day for it.  Got nicely centered after about
four miles so I could concentrate on balance,
a necessity with the chop and wakes.  There
was an earthquake!  I turned back in when I saw
Irene at the aquatic center, Joe sound asleep.  Two
strong jolts which she estimated at 4.0, but I 
didn't feel it on the water.  Noticed the drainage
gate from the canals, open for the first time (too
small to row through!).  Many revelers on the tour
boats clasping drinks in hand.  A small flock of
sunfish-sized craft heading up one of the
fingers.  Not a bad time to row at all!

Jan 11, 1994 5.44 am
53 degrees 3 mi

Today I was one of v. few people fortunate enough to see
the pink tinge of first sunlight on the San Bernardino Mtns,
against a backdrop of windswept ocean.
This is what I thought when I was bobbing about by the
breakwater, after a good row but before heading back
against a wind and waves which, going the other way,
heightened the illusion of amazing speed.  Still,
looking over at the jetty, it seemed I was making pretty
good time.  A medium sized boat with red & green 
running lights had cleared the mouth of the marina
just about as I got there, lending interest to the 
wave pattern.  I imagined what someone who hadn't seen
a boat before would think if being taken over by such a
craft at night.  Earlier in the row, on noting the red
and green channel lights, I thought how interesting it was
that on the water, read & green meant port & starboard,
instead of stop & go, but that there were still only two
colors.
I had also noticed two components of the wake,
the slowly spreading waves emanating on each side 
from the stern, but then (it was v.  calm) a series of
depression directly aft, created probably at the
recovery just before the catch.  Perhaps there is some
way the effect of this on slowing the boat down can
be minimized, as it must slow it down to have to be 
pulled out of each successive hole.

It was a good row, with only a few stops and
a strong feeling pretty much throughout.  Didn't have a
phillips head screwdriver, or would have tightened
foot-stretcher and rowed a few more miles, given time.
Angled right in at a full 90 at the dock, had to
stop completely a few yards to avoid jarring collision.
Am sure this was quite impressive to women's four
about to launch.  Today was the first day of the
winter quarter at UCLA and the boathouse was filled
with the crew gang, getting their orientation and, I
assume, exhortation.  Except, that is, for the five
women putting their boat in the water.
Good day for balance.
First day of feeling, when I concentrated, strength ability
in the middle back.
Lights like a diamond tiara from a string of houses
in the Santa Monica Mountains.
A stiff breeze, cold at first, then quite comfortable.  Took
off my bomber hat after a mile.  Piqued to imagine being blown
against the rocks of the breakwater.  Glad to head home to
Irene & Joe.

Jan 14, 1994
7:15

Dufusoid from lack of sleep, I put the oars on the
wrong sides and one oarlock in backwards, fortunately
fixing it before pushing off.  Nearly stepped into water and
tipped while pushing away.  Whew!  Once underway, it all
went well, a nice warm day, rowing in the light for a 
change, lots of crews out on the water.  A pair, singles of
all description, a couple of doubles from who knows 
where and the usual 4s and 8s from Loyola and 
UCLA.  at this late hour there were many beginners
and I was able to outpace them.  The rowing itself
(mine) was not particularly noteworthy but I went a 
good long way with some nice moments handling
chop on the way back from the breakwater on
the final leg.  My boom was noom, as they
say in Yorkshire, which I hope is a result of
fatigue  rather than an inherent characteristic 
of a mere 5-mile row.  Said hi to 2 rowers, a
girl in the oceancraft, and the super skinny oldster
I neaarl ran down at the turnaround.  Well, not
really.  I'll sleep well tonight, as last night's
Tai Chi was also brutal on the legs.  Aiieee

Jan 15, 1994 7:15
Saturday Morning

Had a nice five mile row this morning, after which I
definitely felt the aerobic breathing effect.  Hit my
first buoy (whang) when not paying attention but
didn't tip.  Could see how you could, though.
The marina was littered with racing shells as all
teams of all ability levels worked out.  Also saw
Shea Garvin of the notorious Shea Garvin crew,
on a beginner class jaunt.  "Have you any Grey 
Poupon?" I hailed, eliciting S.G's most raucous
laugh ever (not very.)
Had some trouble staying set right after the catch,
no doubt due to A.M. lack of concentration subseq.
to previous eve's wine consumption.  But when fully
concentrating could row both long and strong.
Ripped through mile 4 10 strokes at a time,   w/out
pause, which was a nice run at it.  Seat not as 
numb as yesterday, but still not too comfy.  asked
new dockmaster when hi-tech seat cushions would be
in for the baycraft.  Ha. Ha.  Spent some time
after the session stretching the ol' laigs and
definitely feel better, even as we speak.
A thought -- sure would like a working ride on the
12-meter boat Starship I, the one with the 2-meter
wheel.

Jan 21, 1994
Fri A.M. 7-

When the fog lifted, the entire marina was as smooth
as glass.  After a few strokes I removed my hat at the
one-mile mark.  Having just viewed part of the 1988 
Olympics tape, I worked on not leaning too far back,
but keeping the oar nicely in front of me.  The tape
showed feathering w/ the outside hand, loosing the
grip with the inside hand -- irrelevant to a single, but
the principle wasn't.  I think I'd been leaning too far
back on each stroke.  So I sat further fwd, leaned
differently, I think went faster.  Lost concentration a
bunch of times, on oar or another dived, or found I
had been looking off in a wierdo direction rather than
concentrating, but mostly in miles 4,5,6  (the fog
lifted completedly & didn't come back.)  Once again the
left hand huurt in mile 6, and boy was my butt numb.
Also it seemed like left foot (!) was going to sleep.
Are these seats designed for whose rear ends?  That's
what I want to know.
Saw three ducks in a row, some spray off an oar,
a nice wake behind me, the 7.05 sunrise huge through
a forest of masts, a few streaks of pink cloud, my own
breath in the cool fog, and all the usual buoys and boats
of the marina, sans traffic.  The A. Flag billowed out
large and beautiful from the breakwater & an 8 was on
the water, cranking away just in front of a launch with
three purple-vested passengers, pretty much going in the
opposite direction from me most of the time, which fits.

Jan 22, 1994
Sat AM 7.05

Headed directly out toward the ocean today, just
because the boat was facing that way.  Rowed about
four miles with a long pause to watch some
pelicans feeding, scaring stuff up to the surface
by beating their wings on the water, then gobbling
it with their beaks, pausing occasionally for the
long, contortionist, almost acrobatic swallow,
writhing that long neck around.
Pretended to race a pair -- they'd catch up, then
stop to breathe & I'd row on.  Hands hurt at first
butt got really tired -- too bad I'm losing fat
because I don't remember it being this uncomfortable
to sit when I started out.  Anyway, I stopped after
about and hour and 15  & headed back to Irene and
Joe.  Almost ran into a 4 headed the other way in
the narrow portion.  We all said good morning.
Presumably they would have turned.  A good day,
nice and warm, no wind to speak of.

Jan 23 1994
Sun Aft 1-2

The incredible mechanical advantage of only a few degrees!  I
put the oars in backwards and it was hard as hell to get back to
dock to change them!  I shouldn't be in such a rush!  The
second time out, it went much better, wind on one side, not on the
other.  Took it easy for just three miles, pausing amidst
wakes at the marina mouth.  The marina wasn't crowded at all,
due to predictions of impending rain, and it being the first
weekend after the quake -- all those valley & SM boatowners
staying closer to home.  Kept pace ahead of Hornblower 
Sunseet -- he waved to me at the turn.  There were a couple of
sea kayaks out, one dinghy oar powered, three or 
four   boats/cats from UCLA and just a handful of boats.
It wasn't much of a workout as I would have skipped if rain
hadn't been predicted.  Better luck next time, but a truly
beautiful day, as remarked a sailboat sailor who took
relish in turning in the NO SAIL zone, right next to the 
rocks.  13 mi. total for the week.

p.s. saw the Santa Monica Mountains unbelievably clear.
Maybe shd go up there next time it's so clear.

Thurs Jan 27 1994
5.40 AM.

Just 3 quick miles it turned out, as had
missed 2 poss. days due to rain.  Started at
quarter-slide due to scabbed-up quake-
damaged knee from the Northridge 6.6.
After about 2 mi, though, it had loosened up
enough to row nicely.  It's starting to get
lighter around the 2nd half, which is nice, but
need to get back earlier now as Irene's commute
must start earlier because of quake damaged
freeways

Jan 29, 1994
Sat AM 730

Rowed briskly off as it was about 45 degrees and
my quake-scarred knee hadn't loosened up yet, so took
short strokes.  Rowed about 3 miles then stopped to
readjust footstretchers and remove warmup pants.
It's amazing the different mechanical advantage you get
when positioned just a few inches differently.  The
marina was largely vacant save some Loyola 4s,
and there wasn't much wind.  It was clear and the
moon had just set, I discovered while looking around on
mile 3  pretending to race a novice 4 and not doing 
too badly!  Cut in front of them slightly to head back
to the dock.  Went out again for a quick 2 more 
miles, the second mile of which I found tiring,
stopping or slowing every 10 or 20 to 'look around.'
Had the good almost-winded feeling, so stopped.
Aside from little birds here and there, and a few
large wakes at the mouth, an uneventful good hard
and relaxing row, with ok balance and few near mishaps.

Feb 2, Wed

Before I forget, had a nice row, about 3 mi.
Avoided sloop running out about 5:30 am
It was cold but not bad.  Rowed about
3 miles then came back in just as it was
getting light.  Another highlight was a near-
collision (sort of) between fours from 
Loyola.  One of them had to 'hold water'.  Good
thing for the rest of us.
Looked around too much and got a stiff
neck.  Then it rained the next day and so
no rowing.  3 mi. 5:30 a.m.

Sat Feb 5 8 am
5 miles

Took it easy for the first mile, but constant.  Turned and
zoomed out, passing a boat which motored more 
slowly. overtaken by a yacht just as I was passing
the Venice canal outsluicing -- some turbulence!
Unexpected!  Then I was in the bubbly wake which
seemed to make me slide across the water
much faster (1)   chop was cut (2)  bubbles  (3) wake
waves to surf off slightly could have been
factors.  Dawdled a while - for moments, really -
at the flagpole, then rowed sloowly back.
Passed a double out for a spin at the dock and
went on for another two miles.  Was only gone for
on hour but Tod (dockmaster) came out in the
launch to get me -- rowing hours over at 9:30.
It was a cold clear morning with many interesting
clouds and the mountains touched by snow 
clearly visible in a small band above the 
buildings   to the east.  My left bun fell asleep.
Forget Catalina w/out special butt pillows.  Maybe
NikeAirs -- "just sit on it" -- or would that ruin
their image?  I guess we probably won't  get shoe
commercial for a sport where most people take
their shoes off first.
Could have rowed more, although left hand sore.

Feb 6, 1994 1:45 pm

Read the wather forecast, and headed down to row.
Couldn't see the rain coming, but imagined I could.
There were clouds in the distance and sailing classes
in the water.  Rowed down and back, floated for a while,
then came in.  Dodged some big wakes.  It just
doesn't seem possible to row as  fast when the water's
a littly 'choppy' -- hardly worth commenting on.  Maybe it's a
matter of balance and concentration, because the boat 
doesn't seem to jump around that much.  Sailboats
were heading slowly out of the harbor.  Not too hard 
to keep pace.  Almost ran into one on the way back.
Oops!  So, rowed v. slowly the whole way, just about,
took 45 minutes to row the 3 miles, or maybe
even more, but didn't stop.  Felt I could have rowed
a few more as I was just on the edge of that good ol'
aerobic effect feeling where your lungs relax and
you just breathe nice and slow.

Feb 9, 1994

Rowed 3 miles in good time, the place thronged
with rowers after the rains, rowing being cancelled
due to the fear of poor water quality.  Practicing
my smooth docking maneuvers, I angled in
at a gentle angle, to save the wear and 
tear on the bow.  So smooth and exact
was my approach  that I angled by, just
out of reach of the dock, had to turn and
come back.
Light was provided by miner's headlamp
strapped to the bow, which dragged its strap in
the water and was noisy, giving the illusion 
of speed.

Sat 12 Feb 94
7:30

Boy was it cold.  Reluctant to get out of heated car.
However, 10 mins later I removed hat and flannel shirt
as expected.  The sun rose, warming the still marina.
I rowed 3 mi, felt fine and rowed 2 more.  This
only took about an hour, which was puzzling
since it seemed I stopped frequently.  I was
making an effort to row long & strong when I
WAS rowing, however.  Can it make that much
difference?  I guess yes.  The day was distinguished
further by looney waterfowl taking off in low-flying
flocks making a gooney noise.  Also saw single row around
the corner and up to Ballona Creek.  I'd rather row back
and forth 50 times in the Marina than Ballona once.
Wasn't numb or stiff after rowing - a good time
was had by all.

Tu Feb 15
5:30

As I started rowing, trying to catch up w/ Phantom 4,
a large boat headed the wrong way in the channel, getting
closer and closer to the dock.  I thought it would
crash.  The captain was asleep!  Then I saw a v. nice
tall-masted 45-footer headed out and kept rowing.  Warmed up
quickly aund finished the 3 miles in about 45 mins, aided by
pretending to race a pair headed to sea (aand losing 
badly -- those two guys were good).  Saw the cause
of underwater turmoil -- Mr. Underwater duck.  To think I
thought shark!  Beautiful pink dawn,  headed slowlly
back in after a brief min or 2  at ocean joining 
place, no waves to speak of.  Dock was crowded by
film union bozos waiting around for something to begin.
The men's crew was in a circle jumping up  in unison.
Then they split up into groups to jump in unison.  Pretty
funny to watch.  Maybe the can all go to work for
Bill Gates, since he is reputed to have great  jumping
ability!  Anyway, had a good row.

Sat Feb 26 am
Fri Feb 25 5:45 a.
Wed Feb 23 5:30 a

Had three nice days of rowing this
week after a week's rain.  Took it easy on Wed,
rowing 3 miles.  It was a little tippy but the water was
as smooth as glass.  As glass.  Got a slight
blister on Fri, as I rowed 5 miles.  Today I tried out
the new Doc's  shell with compass that was donated to
the aquatic center.  V. light, so that it actually gets
hard to row because of less momentum (I think).
Went about 3 miles   after figuring oarlocks out --
tightened down, oars couldn't be feathered.  Duh.  It
was fun tookling around in a boat with a compass,
although I suppose the compass headings are
backwards.  Also used wooden oars for the
first time -- the Haiying oars, which didn't match
the Doc's.  Handles were rubber, comfy on blister, but too smooth.
Saw a tall ship in haarbor.  Amazingly small for
having rounded the cape & sailed to Japan.
Took in quite a bit of water when I "got waked".
Slosh slosh.  Quite chilly on the old heels.
Quite a bit of the old Flotsam & Jetsam in the 
harbor after the rains of last week -- putrid stuff,
too, floating back in from the Ocean.

3-10-94 Thurs 6:45
3-9-94 5:45

Rowed a quick 3 miles, just like yesterday.
Got a blister.  It was dreamily warm yesterday
and fine today but windier.  Line up behind 2
fours as they began a 4-inute drill.  Boy
did they disappear fast.  Said good morn 
to a pair at the turnaround yesterday.  The 
waters were fairly teeming.  Sorry to see the
Lady Washington absent.  It made a nice
historical addition to the waterfront.  Made
good time both days, was breathing hard today.
Then, back home just in time to catch Irene
before she headed out for her last class.

p.s. missing 3 days of writeup last week when
Scan/US shipped, due to extra rowing but
no extra time.  Too bad.

3-12 sat 7 am

A beautiful day to row.  I went out for another two miles 
or so, just to be out.  Bright sunlight, warm, a
slight breeze.  It'll be warm later on.  I quickly
rowed my first part, then dawdled back in, tightened up a
loose screw in the foot stretcher and went back out,
working on skill and balance.  Lots of shells & singles.
People going fishing.  No sailboats because no wind.
As chance would have it, rang into a buoy about
mile 4, which had shifted from its usual position,
right into my path -- at the last minute.  It was all
mossy underneath & the method of anchoring not  
apparent.  I pushed away but it moved instead.
Rowed backwards until I was clear of it.

3-15-94 5:30

Took out the Doc's, this time with the right oars.  This
little coracllle sure glides!  Overtook a couple of other
rowers & nearly caught a pair.  The oars seemed
pretty heavey after 3, but I rowed for a little while
more anyway.  The built-in shoes are a little small,
which may account for more people not checking
this boat out.  Or maybe they think it is not too
studley.  This is ofter a prime factor in collegiate 
life.
The crew was doing the "jump with the medicine 
ball" drill, and also the "semi-suspended pullup"
drill until exhaustion.  Made me glad I never
went out for crew.

6:04
3-17

Another nice day for rowing.  Took a baycraft around the
course.  Saw a quad!  But not going nearly as fast
as it could, I would think.  Rowed quickly around in
about 40.  Passed an oceangoing tug that was
in for refueling.  P.U.  I think the BayC is fine
even though heavier.
It was beautifully warm but I got a late start so
I headed back to Irene & Joe, who were just
waking up.

3-22-94
5.45 am

The thing about rowing is, somebody is always challenging you to
a race.  It happened this morning as I was bobbing along
in front of a 14-know wind.  The Loyola coach was
serving as 250-lb coxswain to the women's team, and he  
gamely hailed me.  "Wanna race?"  I demurred, citing 
the greater wind surface presented by his team.  Then they
rowed off into the distance while I slowly rowed only 2
miles, warming my muscles back up after about a mile.
Turning in the wind is an exercise in concentration, as
the waves are like a constant series of boat wakes, and
as you begin to be pushed backwards, the pitch of 
the oars, pitched for rowing forwards, causes them 
to sink.  Good thing I have so much experience with
oars in backwards!
But it's a lot of fun in the wind, you can row
slightly and zoom along if rowing with it.
Docking was exciting, with some 17-knot engendered waves
hitting the dock at the same time as me.  Although I
was quick  attentive and skillful, I got wet.
As I climbed out of my boat two women were carrying
shell oars down.  "All right!"  I said.  "It's because of
you that we're going rowing," replied one of them 
accusingly.  Evidently they had watched the single
carefully and determined from watching me that it
was ok to go.  If I could go, they could.  Which of
course is true.  As they were carrying their shell,  the
Mad Rat, I said "You're not going rowing on a day 
like this!" which caused one of them to ring
forth with continuous peals of happy laughter.

April 2, 1994

A beautiful cool day, not too windy.  Rowed for
3 mi strongly then 2 more weakly.  Found out Catalina
race is in October.  Doc's sister was there taking out
her bor's boat & she had rowed it it(!).  Naturally I
had forgotten a little balance and it was a little
shaky getting going but extremely enjoyable once going.
I thought I saw a pinniped -- I did, I did.  Looked
up the derivation later -  derived from the root word
for feather.
All in all, didn't get tired & hands got only
moderately bad.  Maybe I shd take a week from
rowing more often.  Well, it happens often enough
w/out worrying about it.

April 15, 1994

A nice cool day for a row, almost no wind, just a few wakes
left by the post-daylight saving revelers.  The
Lady Washington-repainted-Enterprise was being used in aa
film.  Large lights were lit as filming proceeded.
Had a nice 3-mile row.

April 23, Sat

Rowed today, Friday, Wed and Tuesday this week but
didn't write it up.  A good week for rowing, w/ about
three miles each day.  Some highlights:  A pelican
diving for dinner splashing in about 25 feet away;
a nice moonrise, the Enterprise going to sea, with
me rowing alongside; waving to a Japanese
yachtsman on his boat from Hiroshima, preparing
for the Pan-Pacific Yacht Race to Osaka.
My balance seemed a little off this week -- I must
make a note to work on it.  Ha ha.

may 17, 1994 Tues

5:17 am alarm
5:25 am	out of bed
5:32 am leave house with O.J. in hand
5:47 am boat in water at marina.  Row away from dock
6:01 am turning corner at far end
6:10    head for flag at bend
6:20	flag is at half mast still.  Nixon?
6:35	drive away from marina
6:50	arrive home, start Rye.  Joe is awake!
7:00	Out of shower
7:08	Breakfast
7:30	Diaper,  clothes
Reading
8:00	[] arrives
8:10	lv. for work

Tu May 24

Got there early, rowed w/ dispatch.  3 miles by
6:30, out and back early.  Right side perhaps
felt an early twinge.  Shd take it easy.  Flag still
at half mast.  Little birds diving in like crazy.  The
Virginian Still in water.

Sat. May 21
Got there late, rowed slow.  Saw 4 heading out as
I got back.  Took the first side trip in ages.  Saw
houseboats galore & funny stuff.  It was quiet & calm.

May 28, Sat

Had a nice row on Fri, as usual.  Today, all the
baycraft were out so tried the "Chinese" Hai Ying single
for the first time.  Wakes much more of an issue.
More skill involved.  Didn't have full travel on seat,
so used back and stomach much more than legs.  Tired
out after 2 1/2.  But the boat did seem a lot lighter
if not at first faster.  Perhaps the rigging is set in a
little closer as there seems less full range of motion.
The flaag no longer at half mast so that's it for Nixon.
Terns & pelicans diving in all over the place near
mouth of marina.  Only a few crews out.  Spotted
Joe & Irene near boathouse -- Joe v. much into it,
sitting down and rowing between oars, straight linees,
whatever.  Neither of us wanted to leave, really.

Sat June 4
7:30 am 3 miles

Started slowly after a layoff of sev. days.
Small wakes impeded fast rowing.  But after I got
into the smooth water it went great.  I thought of
turning down one of the fingers but had told
Irene & Joe I'd be back soon, so I just rowed
(and besides a quad was taking up a large 
amt of space on the way to the beach)  out to the  
ocean and back, racing an outgoing sloop to
catch up with it.  Rowed nice and strong on
the way backa in & felt like I could do more, but
quit just to be taking it easy.  Pacedd by a little
yellow speedboat.  The intermediate sculling
class was heading out as I docked -- getting
ready to self-dunk.  Not too sunny a day,
but still enough to shine brightly in your face on
the way out to the ocean.

Fri 7-22-94
Sat 7-23-94
Tue 7-25
Wed 7-26
Th 7-28-94

The basic rule is, if I can remember
the day, I write it up.  Don't think for a
minute that the long gap in the log/journal
means no rowing occurred, since June 4.  We've been
every Sat, except wkend of Jul 4  when we were at
Lassen.  Plus 1  or 2 other times.

FRI Nicole learned how to row.  She drove us to the marina
from Bev. Glen, where Livingston lives,  only  running one red,
and on a turn.  Got her on the erg & then Craig showed up
and taught her the stroke.  We carried oars & a boat down
and she practiced in the water at the end of the
dock until he let go.  What a look of surprise!  Coming
back to the dock she let go of an oar just like I
did, but didn't tip.  Then we rowed over to slip D1500
to look at the 70-ft Bloodhound she's been sailing on.
On the way back, she said she was going to sail 
around the world.  I laughed because I thought the 
Pacific Ocean was too dangerous & this was even beyond
that, but I have no recollection of laughing.  We rowed about
2 miles and docked with no problem.

SAT  Nicole & I rowed again, she arriving at the dock
via "Squid", driven by Cezanne Gilbert, who did a nice
unobtrusive docking job at the exact moment as we
arrived by land.  We put into practice our lesson of
the previous day, rowing again over to the BH and 
knocking on the hull -- no one home.  Theen we
rowed back & I raced Bob Gilbert in the Squid which
he was running out to sea to fish, running into a
buoy in the process.  Nicole headed back and
docked, I assume w/ no problem, as I did a strong 30
out and back to get some exercise.

TUES  Up early, rowed 3 miles.

WED Dropped by the dock after work.  Rowed 3  
miles, getting back in the groove.  1 minute after I
docked, a film  crew floored a Scarab cigarette boat,
causing my shell to lift out of the water and
up onto the dock!  They had no idea that was going
to happen, which I found on reflection not a bit
comforting.  Glad I was nowhere near the boat
when it happened!

THURS   Rowed down E plus the usual, for about 4 
miles.  Was more tired & exhilarated, which was the
point.  Took a good wake uplifting, courtesy of the
"Schultz Sea", no doubt also responsible for my
shoes being soaked on the dock when I returned.
Helped the doggie out.  Practiced back & forth
to avoid vertical motion.  Felt good but you
never know if it's really making a dif.

11-10-94

I'm not exactly clear about all the details as I prepare
to head down to the boathouse this morning.  The
location of the car keys in particular hasn't been
provided for in advance.  I'll have to make sure to 
take it extra easy today since after nearly two
weeks it'll be essentially skill practice.  I
quaff my orange juice and off I go --
Oops!  It's raining!

11-12-94

Today was a perfect day for rowing.  We all piled
into the car early even though it seemed freezing.
We wore special clothes.  Warm ones.  it was
shiver city on the dock, but after a mile it warmed up
and the clear air and bright blue sky more than made 
up for any initial discomfort.  New to the marina
was Barge 25 from San Francisco, with a
crane on it, looming large in the passage.  Also a
dredging tug, pushing an alarming foaming wall of 
water out of the way.

The water was filled with boats I've never seen
as many eights in the channel, all getting ready to row,
plus the race of singles and doubles w/ the CYC 
buoys & boats marking and moonitoring.  Each boat
had a number aaffixed to the front like a little
flag.  They rowed hard and well, these oarspeople,
some of them quite fast.

I rowed about 5 miles and felt great, especially
after 2 weeks off due to circumstances & weather.
All days could be like today, although possibly a little
less crowded.

Tues AM

Another perfect rowing day found me shivering at
the dock but warmed up after the first mile.
"Raced" against a novice eight and was able to 
keep my lead from shrinking too quickly.  Saw a
seal in the water briefly as it submerged.
Rowed about 4 miles and then headed
for home.  The big event of the day was a
big wake kicked up by a Sheriff's boat in
aa big rush for no apparent reason.  Full
November moon high in the sky.

Rowed slowly and shakily down to the end of 
the M, the air brisk and perfect for exercise but 
my balance off after a few  days off not to mention 
the previous night's entertainment.  But 
everyone was rowing slowly.  I overtook 
the old-timer's four doing super-slow skill 
drills or whatever it is they do that causes 
them to row so slowly.  Then once around past 
the dredge barge which was moving to the 
other side of the harbor, the ship channel 
being adjusted to account for it.  Passed 
a  slow rower who said hi, rowing at my 
same pace but more weakly.  Then I spied 
two figures on the dock, one of them 
very small, and headed back in early. 
We walked down to look at the barge   ("It 
has a pretty white door.") passed a 10K in 
progress on the way back, and bopped off to 
the walkathon, where Joe sat in a fireman's 
seat on a fire engine.  Got sunburned.