I have arrived,for the second time this year, at Craftsbury Sculling Camp, deep in the Northeast Kingom of Vermont. The crazies this week are a little different from last time. Now there are some twenty, wildly fit teenagers and about that many wildly fit seniors, aged from 25 to late 50’s…maybe a couple of early 60’s. Plus me. These people are scary. There’s one beautiful, woman in her early 50s with a stunning wooden shell (a King) which looks like an expensive musical instrument. She rows like the wind. One of her contemporaries has just taken delivery of her Van Dusen, a top of the line rocket which she too rows very fast. Most of these people race all the time and look it. It is perfectly clear that I am going to be the slowest kid in class again. Sigh.