27 July 2011
Eventually.
I advance a bit, the current pushes me back. I push again, the current pushes me back again. Repeat ad nauseam. I could use a good stiff breeze to help get me out of here. It will arrive eventually. But I don’t yet know when.
Read the rest (don't miss the quote by Joko Beck at the end) at Roz Savage, Ocean Rower.
David Francey, "Solitary Wave"
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