This weekend counts as a brick. It was 85 degrees on Saturday. We were skiing 16 days ago, so it’s time to try a brick. We’ll go bike/swim.
I threw T in the Truck, and off we went to Scussett Beach. The primary reason was actually to do some Geocaching. I scouted out about 9 possible caches, and it was time to finally drop off a Travel Bug we picked up ages ago. The Cape
Cod Canal has a walk/bike path. There are miles of trail throughout the State Park, and there is the Mighty Atlantic.We got there about 1:30, and headed straight to the beach. First, we walked out to the end of the jetty. Then, along the beach, looking for gems. When he was done looking for gems, I finally walked up to my ankle. Brr. I walked up to my knees, and the vicegrip of pain was starting to take its toll. However, I was starting to garner some attention, from the 150 people who were all fed up with the winter as well.
Couldn’t back out now. I took three stork steps through water about 2 feet deep and plunged. And then I porpoised up and out and about 50 feet up the beach.
I have been more comfortable. I checked the Coast Guard website, and the water temp was 42 on Saturday.
At least I didn't scream like a wounded bear this time.
After I strolled out onto the beach, and into the towel, we headed back to the Trucoma, ostensibly for dry clothes. I waited in the greenhouse front seat until I could feel my limbs again. Then I dressed and we grabbed the bikes for our Geocache adventure.
I swam a total of four feet, and biked three miles. We hit 7 caches, found 5, my gears broke, and we both wound up with flat tires. Timmy’s was flat on Sunday, you should see the thorn I pulled out of his tire. My flat was at the furthest possible point from the Trucoma we were going all day.
Well, at least I stopped shivering.
Monday.
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