Some of my masters swim group headed out into the Gulf of Mexico for an open water swim this morning.
They haven't quite mastered posing for underwater photos, yet.
They haven't quite mastered posing for underwater photos, yet.
We sipped hot chocolate in front of the fire as we wrapped Christmas gifts this cool and rainy morning. Life is good.
Wally, our neighborhood alligator reappeared today after an extended absence. I hope we get to see lots more of each other.
Just as we were turning to leave, a dolphin swam by only a few yards offshore. Perfection.
In addition to watching all kinds of birds, mostly ibises and blue herons, we discovered two huge springs. The only water springs I've ever seen before were small trickles. These were immense, gushing at least hundreds of gallons per minute. Pretty cool.
But the best sight of all was seeing our dock and knowing we were home.
Brrr. The water was a brisk 69.6 degrees fahrenheit for my swim in the Gulf yesterday morning. According to the internet: Statistics for 21 Nov (1981–2005) – mean: 75 °F, range: 73 °F to 78 °F
So, not only was it chilly, it was record setting chilly.
When we told our Florida neighbors that we were bringing our hot tub, they said they couldn't imagine ever using a hot tub in this climate. I am here to testify that there is no better way to stop shivering after a cold swim than to soak in our hot tub.
Doug's favorite line in the signs scattered through the park is: "Do not swim with alligators." He seems to think that warning is rather obvious. I think that it impedes on my right to swim; but I will obey the signs, for now.
It was also an opportunity to remember those we had lost over the past year.
The water is not quite as clear as it was off Maui, but I'll try a different venue Thursday and see how it is there.