I almost felt the kinaesthetics of rowing as I walked down the drive yesterday morning. However, Rowing Wednesday didn't happen. Instead I spent the morning up to my knees in the creek which was in fact too shallow for the boat. We harvested 6 golf balls from the bottom of the creek, using a golf club conveniently leaning against a tree. We walked through a midstream midden. We removed a floating beer bottle. And then we sailed briefly and briskly on Tuross Lake, across a 10 kph wind, until the centreboard almost jammed in a sand bar.

The only time I had oars in my hand was when I carried them to and from the ute. I didn't have to put my kinaesthetic revelation to the test, at least not yet.


Potato Point creek


Tuross Lake