Jean-Jacques Rousseau was into rowboats:
"I would row out into the midle of the lake when it was calm; and there, stretching out full-length in the boat and turning my eyes skyward, I let myself float and drift wherever the water took me, often for several hours on end . . ." (from the "Fifth Walk" of Reveries of the Solitary Walker Penguin Classic, trans. Peter France).
I'd love to be in a rowboat right now myself--get out into this wind and noise, see what sails through the the sky.
More than once I've leapt from rowboats to tractors. And from there, not far to a trombone.