Yearning for the Vast and Endless Sea
“My goal is to make you love rowing.” That’s how my first rowing started. I had never picked up an oar or stepped into a racing shell before. With 100 other freshman men, I had assembled at the boathouse along the maple and conifer lined Connecticut River. I’ll never forget those words.
I had played many sports before. In every other case, the focus, the mission, the motivation had always been to win. This was different.


