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| - I'm old enough to remember when the Flats was a smoky, hot, smelly industrial wasteland, river ablaze, steel mills cranking all day, all night.
So the Western Reserve Rowing Association, located on one of the more crooked parts of The Crooked River is a refreshing flower blooming in that gritty part of town. Love the boathouse, love the spirit of sport the members share. I row a single so don't have any experience with the eights; I'm sure they are patient with new people and help introduce novices to this great sport.
Coming from open-water rowing, the bends aren't that big a deal, but I would caution new people to start with the eight with coxswain, so someone can steer for you. If you hit one of the bulkhead walls, your craft will be far less crafty. Head down there and meet these guys. Pamela's comparison to Hash House is apt. (I like spending time with athletes who don't mind tossing back a pint or seven after a day on the water.)
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