Hey all you hungry rowers, there is a new cafe in Lowell serving breakfast and lunch only. The name is “Gigi’s” and the owners seem very nice. When you are headed back into Lowell from the lake, turn left on Moss Street. It’s about a few hundred yards down on the left, just past the self-storage facility. Check it out!
Great video from the Coast to Cascades award, presented by Travel Lane County.
Below is a link to 13 minutes of video from Lex’s eight on 1/14: Betty, Debbe, Anita, Bent, Mari, Margot, Angela, and Kathy J.
From John Stacey:
Why did I leave home, the game, the fire, to drive through the yellow-alert flurries on highway 58 for twenty miles?
Well, I got the chance to open up the boathouse, haul oars and shell down a snowy ramp, stand at the end of the dock watching a sky full of quarter-sized flakes light on and disappear into the dark gray lake-water, and greet the white-dusted hills that ring the lake. People in homes and cars and trucks missing all this raw show. I am the only human here. No wind when I put in. Flat water. Flurries lull and entice me for a few minutes, a few hundred meters, before the great celestial pillow fight unleashes near the park and my boat and I are covered, a mobile snowdrift, as we amiably make the turn and take a slow line of solitude, just offshore, for a mile and a half down along the highway. The coots as usual stay together equably through the storm down by the covered bridge, and, once again as they do, wait til the last moment before my gliding by sends them thrashing off to a respectful distance fifty meters from this interloper. The lake level is low as the shell eases under the bridge to the upper lake, the water even more sheltered and calm. But rowing alone on such a day as this, taking it up to the upper dam is unwise, so better to head back under the bridge, get the coots fussing again and follow the shore back to the boathouse. Snowing pretty good. The rowing has all been so slow and contemplative, the outer stillness and stark beauty offering itself to inner reflection, to calm attention. Slow and alone. The stretch to the dock, where my shoes lie well buried under the snowfall, is done, and I notice again how the snow has gathered on the bow-side of the oar shafts. Boat and oars and slings put away, I walk back to the lakeshore for a moment of prayerful gratitude, then head off down the dirt road to where my car waits beyond the gate.
Good to do this and find out later how the Packers did.=
Gang,
I have added four more columns to our December 2011 Erg Test spreadsheet. This is found at the bottom of the 2012 Practice Schedule Signup and is provided as an information sharing option. This does not replace Phil’s plan for us to email him and Marlene our testing results. It is a way to let the others in your boat know that you too are completing the testing. 75 minute tes hints: Use music, a movie, etc. as a distraction. After you get into your groove (target SR/SPL), turn the PM3 monitor away from your view and focus on something else. Set up a larger mirror–in front of you–so you can pay attention to your form. Consider using a butt pad. Have a water bottle and sweat towel close by. Good luck!
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 6,600 times in 2011. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people.
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