Well, I made it. No, not across the channel(s) but I made it to the west coast - one step closer to swimming my first channel. Today (now yesterday), I had a long (5 hour) flight from Virginia to San Diego, CA where my friend Anders picked me up curbside and quickly hauled my carcass off to La Jolla Cove. It was a marvelous day. The winds were picking up, sun shining (mostly), and the chop was very English. We swam about a mile and a half or so through chop and a slight swell. Anders might consider it a bit longer since he knows the area well. Regardless, it was a great outing. The swim, shrimp quesadilla, and beer weighed me down so I crashed at 10pm PST. Man was I exhausted.
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