I've become accustomed to canoeing home from work in the evenings, to my place on Protection Island. I love it.
But I was annoyed at work today, because my canoe was back on the island without me (long story), so I was going to be riding the boring old ferry home instead of having my personal time with the ocean.
It was a hot day (32°C?), so it was easy to decide —once and for all— to swim home to Protection Island. I've always thought it would be cool to swim across the channel from the Yacht Club to Newcastle, and I think every capable Protection Island resident should consider swimming home at least once.
I told everyone at work that I was going to do it, so that I couldn't psyche myself out later, when I would be standing in my ginch…