Spectacular, Spectacular

Jacquie found herself a secret beach this past weekend, which is pure fabulousness. What an adventuresome family those crazy kids are.

Bill and I found ourselves a beach last weekend, too, and although it is not secret, it may as well have been. We went to Ocean Beach in New London, which all summer looked like this: .

But on Saturday, looked like this:
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There was Nobody. There.

But did that – or did the mid-October date – stop Mistah Schleckah from diving right into that beautiful water? No. No, it did not.

Okay, I know we're not talking about New Year's Day here, but I think it is pretty studly to swim on October 10. I swam the weekend before – October 4 – but I did not make it into double digits.

Mistah had the Long Island Sound to his own bad self.

October 10 is not just the date of Mistah's most recent latest swim, either. (And Bill will surely do a November swim; he did last year.)

October 10 is also our wedding anniversary.

That's right: 17 years of bliss. I know! And just look at Bill. How blissful can one Schleckah be?

Very, very blissful.

Exuberant, even.

And . . . back in for a second dip. Right before the second dip is the time Mistah usually says to me, “You really ought to come in; it's awesome.”

He is really, really into swimming this time of year. I quote:

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“It’s not like a polar bear swim; it’s really great. Once you get in it’s warm. And the water’s crystal clear, not like summer when you have to fight seaweed and jelly fish.”

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“There are so many people in this world who go skiing and skateboarding and kayaking and nobody even bothers to take a dip in October.”

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He is an avid late-season swimmer, this one. .
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I was content to sit on the beach, bask in the October sun, drink wine, take photos, watch clouds, and reflect on the general, all-around bliss.

Spectacular? Oh, it was Spectacular.