Although both men went on to other feats of daring on the high seas, eventually making adventure their businesses, it is unlikely they ever did anything again requiring so much courage and fortitude. This is the story of a Canadian doctor whose idea of retirement was to continue marathon racing which he had taken up in his 60's and begin rowing even longer distances. To write about a rowing voyage is difficult. Dr. Leighton, a man whose voyages and writing are both first class, has contributed a lively and literate yarn. The night clouds over, the wind begins to blow, the sea becomes rough and rougher yet.
Rain starts, then falls in a cold deluge.
I creep along a rocky shore, from headland to headland, standing and straining at the oars. . . This is undoubtedly the worst and hardest thing I have experienced in the whole adventure. I keep looking over my shoulder for any sigh of the flashing light that will show the entrance to Squirrel Cove. A couple of hours go by and still no light. I admit I am getting desperate.