At East End Beach, I found these rowing shells stacked in the early morning sunlight. These are designed for open ocean rowing, and I'm sure can handle any mood the waters might throw at them. Yesterday, while at the beach, I saw one far off in the distance, with sunlight sparkling off its fine lines. I thought, such solitary enjoyment on a wondrous, sunny day. Is there loneliness in a 'long distance rower'?