Pfffffftttt...

The people here do not swim in the ocean. For the most part they think that it is too cold. I've swam in colder. I've cliff jumped into the frozen depths of of the Rocky Mountains. I've forded frigid glacial streams. I've swam in a lake still covered in ice.

When the water is cold enough, it isn't. You jump in and your skin is not cold - it's on fire. The first thing that courses through you is not the burning sensation of your nerves shocked in the cold, but the feeling that all the weight on the world has fallen on your chest.

That said, the people here do not swim in the ocean because it is too cold... pfffffffttt.

Don't get me wrong...the Bay of Fundy is not warm water, but its no glacier. On a sunny day it would be great for a refreshing dip. Unfortunately, on the water we don't seem to get many sunny days. Saint John is usually covered in a thick fog that extends from the shore up until about our house. We are sometimes in the fog and sometimes out. Driving towards it you can see a great wall of darkness. The fog looms on the shore like a mysterious mire.

So mire me in! We were on the beach hunting more of those highly exotic and dangerous Periwinkles when I had the urge to swim. I mean, we were on the beach, and after all, it is always warm at the beach!

It was warm... and foggy... and mirey... and... wet.

So off I went into the water. It was cold. It was very cold. However, it did not cool my body. My skin felt it, but my body remained warm. To make sure it was a real swim I dove under. I was a little concerned about rocks under the surface, but I carefully took the plunge.

This photo was recorded to record my moments of glory...

Tourists!

My only regret... I was not wearing my Speedo.

Next time...

Next time.