200 days.
200 days of water that has never, ever been warm, not even in August.
200 days of just a swimsuit and no wet suit, cause wet suits are for tourists and fancy lads.
200 days of weird looks from people driving by in cars, even weirder looks from the seals and the occasional dive-bomb from a bird that assumes you must be a fish, cause nothing else would be in the water.
200 days of trippin’ down the Hill O’ Death and plunging into Penn Cove, cause virtually no one else wants to do it, so I might as well.
And now what?
Well, free ice cream at Kapaw’s, that’s what. And after that?
Day 201.













































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