Next Swims:
* Thursday 6PM
* Friday 6AM & 5:30 PM
Weekend Swims: I'm thinking noon but open to other suggestions.
Last Swims:
Thursday 6AM
Water: 66, whitecaps covering the bay - irregular 2-3 ft high frequency waves, very rough
Crew: Diablo, Patriarch
Wed 6PM
Water: 68 Choppy
Crew: Itch, Magic Mike, Wet Taco, Handyman Hank, Patriarch
Wed 6AM
Water: 66 very clear, gentle swells
Crew: Diablo, Showgirl, Mr. Anonymous, Mark, Scuba, Patriarch
I biked to the beach on this gray drizzly morning and arrived just as Diablo was leaving. He warned me that it was tough going, especially north. I walked down to the beach and waited a bit hoping others would show up. No one did. I wrestled with myself. Swimming alone in rough water is not a good idea of course, but I've done it plenty of times, in worse conditions. I finally decided on a short swim. It was exhilarating but a little scary too. Diablo's report was accurate. After much time and effort I barely made sewer pipe. I turned around and was back on the beach in no time. I had the entire beach to myself so I sat on the bench for a while and enjoyed the beautiful morning sky.
P.S. Monday's total eclipse of the sun was spectacular. I thought maybe it was being over-hyped, but if anything it was even more dramatic than I imagined. Pictures do not come close to the actual experience.
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Could the Saturday swim be at 1:00PM? Pretty please? Noon Sunday is fine.
I was looking for the blog on the Tuesday evening swim, and then I remembered I had been "volunteered" to write it. Let's see what I can remember: Water had plummeted to 63 degrees but was warmer away from the rocks. The evening was partly sunny but cool, with a gentle swell and north-south current in the Lake. Visibility was quite good especially away from the rocks. Itch, authentic Scottsman, Mark and Joanne, Kristin with an E, Super Hera, Two-Ply, Bob from Arizona and his daughter were present. With Joanne and Bob's daughter in shore support, a group of us swam to Birches, where Two-Ply and I turned back, but others carried on to Mudslide or thereabouts. It was chilly and the Pitsch was welcome!
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