Groovy glassy sea

Monday at noon-ish. Cove was flat, 62-63 temp, clear inside, cloudy everywhere near the half. Steve, Marta and TFTC swam to the tower (LFTC said goodbye at the half, to make it for early pickup at school). Nice little current pushed us all the way there. Turned around and that nice little current became a constant bombardment of splash-in-your-face. We swam parallel to the beach toward the MR, in hopes of finding sharks. Finally got tired of the splash and headed directly to shore only to find....SHARKS! YAY!! We hit the jackpot, too. Lots of the big boys gliding around in 2-3 feet of water (way close in). I considered it my little redemption, after abandoning the search for sharks a little too soon last thursday. Steve decided to take the scenic route, on foot, back to the cove. He was so done with the current (can't blame ya for that, Steve-0). Marta and I plowed on, though; paying heavy dues for that easy ride to the tower. SLAP, STROKE, SLAP, STROKE, SLAP, brEAthe, gulp, brEAthe! Triton got tired of our willingness to suffer that shit, and miraculously, the current dissipated halfway home. Beyond that, our persistance payed handsomely with a groovy glassy sea!