Okay, so maybe it wasn't the San Francisco Bay, but it was an uncrowded waterway, as smooth as liquid silk, and I bobbled along, finding my balance and getting up to that soaring, gliding speed I so love as my flat-water single showed me the way.
Yes, I'm "bi" when it comes to rowing – and well, that can cause problems. My flat water friends think I'm crazy to venture out in that rough stuff near the Golden Gate. And my open water compadres pooh-pooh what they deem "ditch rowing."I don't get it. Both are great. It's like choosing between mountain biking and road cycling when you're a dyed-in-the-wool cycling enthusiast/addict.
What's to choose? Each has its charms, and when it comes to rowing on relative calm versus bronco-riding waves, both teach me a lot.
I learn a lot about tides, wind, water life, and yes, on occasion, fear, in open water rowing. I learn about the finer points of balance and the nuances of rowing's more persnickety side in flat water rowing. Each feeds the other. Both float my boat.
And pretty much any time I venture out on the water, I get what I need.