Just to try it, you know. And I miss waking up on the metal deck of a yellow raft. I miss oars in my hands above a rapid. I miss getting to know people I would never talk to in my normal life. I miss looking at dories, I miss rowing them even more. I miss, maybe most of all, the people I'd bring coffee in the morning as they slowly rolled over in their sleeping bags, hands clenched into fists around their invisible oars.