Saturday/Sunday @ Noon
Last Swim: Sunday, 10/27 @ Noon
Water Temp: 45 per itch-0-meter
Air Temp: 49 at Noon, warmed up to 55 by 1:00, pure sun, not a cloud in the sky
Waves: 6-8" by the rocks, lighter further out and reportedly bigger swells even further out
Clarity: all sorts of gunk by the beach, clearer further out but still translucent
Kru: Mr. Bubble, Mr. Anonymous, Itch, Diablo, Eric
Arrived at 11:50 and saw a guy who also looked like he had come to swim but didn't recognize him at first - it was Eric. He said he came down to see if anyone else was going to come today - same for me. No sooner get done saying that than Itch's pickup pulls up, Diablo's car pulls in and then Mr. A shows up on his bike. I look over at Eric and say "I guess we're doing it".
We trudge down to the beach and stop to look at the ton of junk that is floating in the water on the north side of the beach, after the steel barrier. Almost solid black. Our stretch of beachfront has some junk floating in it, but must be 50 times more on the other side. Itch does his thing with the itch-o-meter, no one is surprised and no one changes their mind about going in.
Everybody gets back at the same time and we prepare to partake of the sacramental Killepitsch - what should we toast to? "The Sun!", says Eric. "The Sun King!" elaborates Mr. Bubble. Ever the contrarian, Itch makes his toast to "The Waves". We debate this for a few seconds - we liked being warmed by the sun. Itch explains the basis for his outlook - "Everybody says good things about the sun. The waves don't get dick!". Sold! "The waves don't get dick - I'll drink to that!"
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Your name came up while we were walking down to the beach, Linda. I walked down to the beach in my tri suit, and Eric asked if I was going to wear anything else. I explained that only the Lamprey would be swimming in mid 40s water without a wetsuit. Hope to see you at the beach sometime soon.
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