We’re back at the Pilgrim Sands in Plymouth. This photo’s from last night and now I’m up waiting for the sunrise hoping for a clear horizon of one the sun can burn off. The above view is northeast from our deck and the overnight guy, who works two jobs, the other in Boston, tells me the rise occurs over there where that spit of land dies into the ocean. You’ll see.
adam
Just because the sunlit air temperature hovers near 70 doesn’t mean boogie boarding in that barely-post-winter water isn’t impressively madcap nonetheless …
michael
Such humility, Adam, this water can’t be any warmer than our Maine lakes in October where we frolic like old polar bears with no short term memory.
adam
No warmer, no — colder, I daresay … Heck, the Atlantic in August is colder than Misery in October.