That top picture today is of an unusual sight--after I was out of the water I caught sight of a person swimming in--presumably returning from a swim around the pier. He looked like one of the thin, fit, triathlon people that I'm jealous of. I ended that sentence with an obvious dangling preposition and it bothers me, but I don't want to rewrite it. The water was a cold 58 degrees with an airtemp of 78 degrees today. It was rough with three to four foot steady pounding waves very close to one another. Just from the car I could tell that I wouldn't be able to get through it, so I went with fins. That other swimmer must be pretty good because he got out on the south side--the rougher side of the pier. Those good swimmers amaze me.
I even had a mildly hard time kicking through the surf zone. Out of shape. The water was beautiful and clean. Strong surge to the south. More people than usual enjoying it. I kicked it out for twenty minutes and called it a day. Very nice.
"The first time you quit is the last time you try."
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