A break in the storms let a
bit of sun shine through, encouraging a good turnout for this annual rite. The
real swimmers dressed in their summer'y bathing suits, despite the 53F water
temperature. The posers (guess that'd be me?) had the wet suit. At least it
was just my skimpy triathlon suit and not my full-on surfing rig. Click on the
photos below for the full-size version, and right-click to save to your computer.
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Conserving every calorie before the clothes come off. |
The sun (for a moment...)! |
Our inspirational patriarch |
And, the wetsuit weenie |
 ...inching towards the water now... |
Gah! brave smiles afterwards |
Alexia was tingling all over out there (but it was fun!) |
Nora - definitely the warmest of the bunch |
And the best part... guilt-free pancakes, sausage, and all manner of muffins at the Beach Street Cafe |
