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July 31, 2020 This morning was different. This morning I didn’t have to break camp at 5:45 AM. I didn’t have to look out from behind the tent flap to see if the winds were finally cooperating. I didn’t have to wrestle my sleeping bag, air mattress, and tent into their separate, woefully undersized bags. (Ref: Snoopy and the Lawn Chair) I didn’t have to gather my kit into separate smaller bags, deciding which I would need while underway. I didn’t have to repack the boat for proper balance, anticipating the “what if’s” of thirst, rain, or an unexpected capsize. And I didn’t have to call a breakfast bar, a bottle of OJ, and raisins “breakfast,” even if they were, and then stand in the woods to brush and wash, and then settle in behind the oars for another day of (upwind) rowing. No, this morning I woke up in my bed. I looked out at the flag in the pre-dawn light and smiled: dead calm. This morning I stood at a real sink and brushed my mostly still-real teeth. This morning I came d
