An idiot at rest.
Prison tats.
These boots are made for (water) walkin’.
It’s like the freakin’ Bahamas, isn’t it?
It’s still cold.
And there’s still no one else out there in the water with me, which probably shouldn’t be a surprise after three years.
Penn Cove, that salty, never-warm vixen, will have to make do without me for the next two days, as I make a quick visit to see the nephews in Maple Valley. But Friday, we’re back on, baby.
It’s 77 days so far in 2013, with two-a-day visits over the past 43 days. My previous marks (133 days in ’12 and the record, 167 in ’11) are out there, and choppy waves, salty spray, rain drops a-fallin’, nothing will hold me back.
Unless I suddenly grow a brain, that is…
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