So what a difference a day can make! I felt like another trip at the Pier so I drove there at noonish. The water was very rough, with a chop up to four-feet all over and whitecaps whipped up by a strong, steady wind to the north.
One surfer tried to surf the mess for ten minutes and moved on to something more fruitful. I have no idea what they might have been, but just watching the water would have been fun enough.
The water was warm, probably another 70 degree day; but from the first step into it the waves were throwing me around like nothing.
Nonetheless, I swam out through the surf zone, through the surf zone, and through the surf some more. After five minutes I realized that the surf zone was endless today. What a crazy washing-machine, heavy-duty big chop to the water. I pulled up three times to see what the heck...eventually I let reason control my actions and I stopped just a little past the bathrooms on the Pier. There was no way "I" was gonna' get around so I swam back in. The entire deal was 15 minutes. It really made me wonder how the long-distance swimmers do it in the rough water--they must have a helluva' powerful kick.
Anyway, I did have fun. I'm glad I went, and I'm a fortunate man.
"The first time you quit is the last time you try."
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