Last swim: Tuesday, June 20, 6am
Next swim: rest of the week at 6 am and 6pm, or any time any of us decides to swim!
Air temp: actually not sure, but it was lovely, and warmer than the water...
Water temp: 63℉ 
Clarity: really clear, we could easily track our swim by watching the ripples of sand along the lake bottom, sun glinting, shadows casting, entertaining.
Waves: very slight, essentially flat
Kru: there were three or four swimmers out on the early shift. It looked like Laguna and Sunny, Mr Anonymous, and perhaps Mystery Man? Then there were Mermaid Princess, Fin-fyn, Lydia (oh Lydia!) the Tattooed Lady, Gabby, Magic Mike, and another woman I have not had the good fortune to meet yet, but who definitely seems familiar with the Kru (I should get out more).

Because I am all together too cheap to go off and buy a new wetsuit, and because I have destroyed the cheap ones I always get, I have been without a wetsuit this spring. For a while, in the crazy water-warmth of this early spring, that has not been too much of an issue. But in the course of the last week or so, the water has been just shy of comfortable without a wetsuit. People often swam anyway. Today was a reward. 63 felt mild and the clarity and the sunshine added to the reward. 

I have been reading Roger Deakin's book Waterlog this spring (thanks Sheila). The subtitle, "A Swimmer's Journey Through Britain" is a hint that it is something of a swimming travelogue. Considering some of the places he swims-- muddy ditches, the moat around his house, the industrial Thames in London, other places where he arguably shouldn't be swimming-- I am reminded of the privilege and damned good luck we all have to be able to swim in our lake every day. A few dead gobies are nuthin to us!