- Dec 8, 2013
- North Central Montana, bloody cold!
I'm sorry to report that I hadn't dunked since November 29, and happy to report my son and I went in yesterday, beautiful weather, beautiful empty beach, water was 42* and I'm telling you it was fookin torture. He stayed in for 3 minutes. I walked out after a little over a minute then went back in to finish the 3 minutes, probably lost out on 45 secs of therapy there.
Yup, as is invariably the case, the abject (though utterly harmless) torture was followed closely by and hour or so of rapture. It was somewhat similar to a drug high in that it changed my perspective a little. A couple days ago my bucket truck broke down badly, I limped it to a garage and it's supposed to be "looked at" this week . Being without the heart of my operation basically fried my pea brain.
After exiting the water, I felt better about it and my other problems too. Sorta like how that can happen after ya get high.
If I tried that I think my hands would surrender and fall off and float away....