THE SUNSET OF CONIBEAR and the weather was mild. We rowed twice a day, and although there were choppy conditions in the afternoon, it was pretty good for 7,500 feet. “However, the leaves soon turned, it got colder, the water got rougher, and we got some snow. In addition, it was bleak at the reservoir. The hills were covered with grass and sagebrush, and not a tree in sight. We rowed all the various parts of the lake, with some workouts in calm inlets and longer pieces in the middle. We planned our workouts to coincide with the weather conditions. “Parker had chosen MIT Coach Jack Frailey4450 to be the small-boats coach, so we trained in Gunnison under the control of Harry and Jack and under the guidance of Ted via daily phone calls.”4451 Cadwalader: “Ted would call us from Philadelphia and go over the workout schedule he had provided, and with the way the lines went this way and that, it looked like the genealogic chart of inbred down- country cousins. “Our four was adrift without his leadership, so we were endlessly amused when Harry, as the Head Coach of sweep boats for the USA Team, would break away from coaching his eight to come over to us on the reservoir. After a respectful time watching us, he would motor away. “We were accustomed to Ted always being on the move, with his launch zooming in here and roaring up there, with so many ideas, so much to say that your head would spin. With Harry, it was like tea in an English orchard. Quiet, listening to the birds, but he was a very attentive watcher. “The five of us proved to be miserable captains as we each would try to lead 4450 Frailey’s Eastern Development Camp crew of Pete Raymond (Princeton), Gary Wright, Charlie Hamlin (Harvard) and Monk Terry (Harvard) had won the Coxless-Fours Trials. 4451 Jones, op. cit. practices, adapting Ted’s workouts to the altitude, to the snow, to Harry’s orchard sessions, to our own head colds and to five competitive personalities. It was difficult to stay sharp, and we got slower and slower.”4452 Jones: “We were outcasts. I have some letters I wrote to my family, and this is part of what I said: It’s now fourteen days until the first heat. Our boat has been about ready to split in half. The bow-pair is always saying we need to do all sorts of stupid things, and Bill and I always want to do other stupid things. It’s terrible. We both think the other is stupid and we know what is right. “Not exactly a good place to be in when getting ready for the Olympics. “We toughed it out, but it was difficult with the cold and the lack of humidity. By then, we had acclimatized ourselves to the altitude, but we were getting pretty tired of rowing in snowstorms. “The eight left earlier than us. They had a week less of the winter and a week more of Mexico. The eight was clearly more important than the small boats. We were ‘Nash’s Animals.’ Mexico City Jones: “We left Gunnison in mid-winter and arrived in Mexico in mid-summer. Mexico City was hot and humid. The air was filthy with smog, just like Philadelphia. “Meals were done at the Village. There were foods of nearly every possible type and orientation; Russian, Chinese, African, American, Vietnamese. You could go to any line, eat anything you wanted, and as much of it as you wanted. It was practically like heaven. “You just couldn’t drink the water or eat anything outside the village. To do so, we 4452 Cadwalader, op. cit. 1227
