For Years

For years I have been rowing out through the Montlake Cut, under the bridge with its turrets, and on into Lake Washington in my racing shell. A ailing back though has me walking the shoreline and wondering - if this chapter is over? Another boat will help that does not hurt so much. In the meantime the weeds and all that grow along the edges of the lake when you can get past all the houses and human stuff are pure delight.