The wind appeared to have won, but the scintillating swim left Pod members smiling as we reconvened in front of the bathhouse at Rob Martell's ingenious floating "Pod-Sandal Station," designed to help protect the Pod's "pods" from the treacherous, barnacle-encrusted rocks for which the North Shore is famous. Inspired by a nasty foot gash from a loose pool tile which left Rob sporting a heavily bandaged foot double-wrapped in plastic (and they say open-water swimming is dangerous!!), and by the persistent whines of tender-footed Pod members no longer able to tie up their sandals on the swim lines offshore, Rob ransacked his basement and concocted his new foot-saving invention using "50 lbs of diving weights, secured flatiron and 50 feet of climbing rope." (Oh, and the ubiquitous fluorescent green child-safety figure anchoring the line on the beach!)
Secure in the knowledge that our "pods" would be safe, and unwilling to leave the deliciously temperate water (and face the wind on the beach!), Rob, Carole, Gay, Annmarie and I continued swimming northward as far as the yellow "No Passing" sign along the Causeway before returning to the Beach and the "Pod-Sandal Station."
When we finally, reluctantly, left the water, Rob carefully packed up the "PSS" for safekeeping...Rob and his fellow C.W. Post "poolie" cohorts will be duking it out in their first meet of the season tomorrow (hopefully putting an end to their recent swashbuckling exchanges via e-mail), so he won't be joining us for tomorrow morning's 8:00 open-water swim, but he promises to try to have the "PSS" installed on a more permanent basis before then...In any event, "Good luck" to the Posties tomorrow -- break a fin, guys!-- and we'll See you in the Salt!
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