Last night, we were coming down the Pacific Coast Highway, and my wife had an idea. Let's go to the beach. Well. Hmmm, it was only 11 P.M. We went to Ventura Beach. I had just spent the whole week freezing my tooshie off in a desolate Sierra town, and even though it was only 53 degrees in Ventura, it felt warm. We went across the boardwalk and down to the beach. My wife took off her shoes and danced in the waves. In a moment of "something", I went and got the boogie board I keep in the back of the truck for just such moments. I didn't have swimwear, so I just went down to the BVD's and jumped into the tide. My wife yelled "NO", but on I went. COLD> COLD dangit. The freezing a+s water immediately started draining me. I rowed out as far as I could, and turned around toward the beach, but all I could see was the boardwalk lights, not even the water below me. I rode the first wave in. I barely made it out of the water.I could hardly move for a long time.Now, was this bravado, or stupidity?
2007-10-17
11:11:28
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