morning swim

We know it as McIntosh Island, for the family that have owned it for about a century, and it lies a bit south of east of our dock. I've always wanted to swim out to the island and back, and this morning the tide was high at eight o'clock, the bay was as placid as a mirror, and the water had warmed up a bit from the chill of June. So I did it. The distance is 1,158 meters, which sounds longer than two-thirds of a mile. Anyhow, it's impossible to swim a straight line (especially on the return trip, when I couldn't make out our dock against the shoreline) so I would add ten percent for that. Call it three-quarters of a mile. Blue skies! -- Dan Ford