The green cape cottage sat high above the eastern border of community lake canal. The lake itself wasn’t very large and was used for crew by the prep school I attended. A group of wealthy alumni had about 600 meters of a canal dredged out of the swampland to make the lake a better competition venue.The canal was just barely wide enough for 2 crew shells to sit side-by-side.  The land around it was marsh and full of life.  When I attended the school the channel  was no longer used for racing.  It hadn’t been used for that for decades.  The starting stand was still there,  a small  wooden tower about 6 feet out of the marsh with smattering of  the paint that was once on it.