It’s “Kill Bill” day in Penn Cove.
Day 88 (more than halfway to 2011’s record of 167 days) and that brings out the Crazy 88’s (with optional flying kung fu fish). Why? Why not.
The scream you hear as you read this is my non-wet suit-clad body (wet suits are for fancy lads) being “embraced” by the salty, icy, wet vixen at the bottom of the Hill O’ Death.
The screams may linger for a bit. Feel free to look away and shake your head sadly…












































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