Wednesday, January 13, 2010
This morning, on our first rowing outing of the new year, I woke up to snow gently dusting the already white city. There was no way the outing would be cancelled though. I had been warned at the beginning of the season: rowers are hard-core. Snow, rain, or hail, they are on the water. I mean, they have to be or they'd never have a chance to practice! I wasn't sure if this californian had it in me to row in this weather, but wow, was it worth it (plus, it turns out when you wear three pairs of pants, it's impossible to be cold!). Sure, Oxford's stunning on any day. But, when covered in snow, it is absolutely magical.