Ker-plunk.

Today was a very wet day on the water for some of us. Practice involved a fleet of assorted boats racing from Glastonbury to Charter Oak in three segments. It was a windy, choppy, wake-y day. From the stroke seat of a bow-loader four I had a pretty good view of Remi flipping her single, and then the double capsized as well. I didn't think my laughter at them was particularly cruel, but apparently karma did.

When we docked a few minutes later, I undid my oarlock and stepped out of the boat to put my oar down. When I stepped back in to close it, someone stepped out. The boat tipped, I skidded, and saw a rigger rapidly approaching my face. I tucked and rolled to avoid it and hit the river face-first. Observers say it was the most graceful thing I've done in ages.