Sculling at Jordan Lake

As I have been wont to say: you just never know what you’re going to get to see when you’re out at Jordan Lake. This morning, I watched two athletes, in perfect synchronization, sculling a shell across the surface of the lake. There was only a whisper of a wake behind them. There was absolutely no sound of oars dipping in unison into the water. There was beautiful purpose and form and motion. If anybody out there knows these two gentlemen, please let them know how much I appreciated getting to sit in peace, watch them this morning and revel in their seamless flow.