We had our first beach with intent to swim adventure this weekend.
I specify because I like just going on field trips to walk around the beach or explore areas near beaches all the time.
It was still pretty post-tropical stormy, but it was hot out, so we figured the waves would be epic and the beach might not be crowded.
Problem was, we failed to factor in that ocean windy is different even compared to the harbour windy we live every day.
We also forgot that it is still really early in beach season in these parts and that tropical storm/hurricane just passing through would mean cold water.
We got to the beach and the sign read that the air temperature was 16 and the water temperature was 13.
But, I am stubborn and Patrick is insistent. We drove an hour. I put on my bathing suit already. We are going swimming!
Child and D dug a giant hole in the beach. They weren’t as
hearty stupid as we were.
You kind of felt this searing pain followed by numbness as you entered the water. It was the kind of cold that made you think you might actually have a heart attack and die. It was the kind of cold that numbed my still sore-ish toe enough that I couldn’t feel it even when I knew I landed on it wrong jumping in a wave.
The waves were awesome, though. And there were no jellyfish (probably because the rough waters were murdering them all offshore.
We might have only stayed in for under 20 minutes. We might have had to change right after to try to get warm. But we swam. And that was awesome (so was Child and D’s hole. It was as long as Child’s leg.). Other bonus was that I didn’t get much of a sunburn because I didn’t stay in the water longer than the lifespan of my SPF fifty million and two. Last bonus was that I got to read some of my current fun book.
I love the beach. And I love summer weekends where I don’t work (even if I had to spend the rest of my night on clinic prep and reading).