Here we are in midlate mid September and the world around us seems to be going to He--...but I force myself to walk into the waters of Pickeral lake in the Pickney recreation area of lower Michigan. I start to swim, cold but not biting yet..water temp 68..air temp 75....start cruising,stretching out and relaxing into the swim...cattails and woodson all sides, a crystal sun...water tastes cool and good...check to see if I might cramp..then open it up for a 1/4 mile or so putting on some burn, then stop at some windshadowed water as flat as glass to smell the roses. Wow, what a time to be alive.
You are right, my parents did warn me about people in wet suits. They are alright as friends, but you would not want to take them home to meet the folks.
You are right, my parents did warn me about people in wet suits. They are alright as friends, but you would not want to take them home to meet the folks.
