I just got back from camp­ing on Sarah Island in Hing­ham Har­bor with the Cruft­labs crew. We took a cou­ple of Zodi­acs from the shore. I love sleep­ing out­side in the win­ter, espe­cially with the sound of the water and the dis­tant view of the Boston sky­line. Moon­light pad­dling is also incom­pa­ra­ble. I should get extra credit this year for being safe and wear­ing a drysuit.

The pri­mary type of rock on the island, which I described as “look­ing an awful lot like spilled con­crete,” turns out to be the offi­cial rock of Mass­a­chu­setts. (Not to be con­fused with the offi­cial Rock of Boston.)

So it turns out that a lot of land­lub­bers are prepar­ing for the big game today. In case any of you think that atten­dance cuts across all social strata: the aver­age vis­i­tor to the Super Bowl in 2007 had a house­hold income of $222,318 a year and spent $669 a per­son a day while in town. (The New York Times, “Big Game Is No Place for the Aver­age Fan“)