Sausage Fest

Next Swims:
Sun 8am and noon
Mon - Fri 6 am and 5pm

Last Swim: noon Saturday 

Water Temp: 52
Air Temp: 70-ish, overcast, some significant fog
Clarity: clearish
Waves: pretty calm
Kru: Brick, Itch, Mad Dan, Adam the Appleman, Kahuna

Shore Support:  Mad Dan's compadre Janelle (I hope I have that name right).  

The church bells struck noon as the Kru assembled slowly in the parking lot.  Who goes there?  There's Itch,  there's Brick, and a new face Dan (an avuncular smiling face from Madison, with a diminutive compadre), and Adam (here for his third swim).  No women?  When was the last time I've been down to the beach and there were no women?  As we headed down, there was drizzle, and a bit of a fog over the lake (suggesting colder water).  The fog does not lie.  Itch calls out "52" as we suit up, except for Mad Dan, who has come wetsuitless.  We head South, with the Lake deciding to spit Mad Dan back onto shore like a watermelon pip.  Itch, Adam and Brick go long (almost an hour?), and Kahuna less.  After not going very far, the rocks of Klode were quickly obscured by the fog.  There are a couple of times when your correspondent pops his head out of the water, looks around and thinks "hmmm, I should probably swim a wwwweeee bit closer to shore, lest I see the shore no more."  As Adam comes out of the water after his return, he describes his swim without any irony as almost a religious experience.  I think the Kru has hooked Adam, and I hope Dan will come back again (either with a wetsuit or to be met by warmer water), and swim with us again.  Adam is a good enough man to have brought a six pack, which he is willing to share.