Dad and I went out in the boat to break up the ice… and somewhere along the line we decided it’d be a good idea to take the season’s first swim. (Yes – in the same lake we’d just been stirring the ice around in.)
Dad walked in first, which if you ask me is just torture. I jumped in after him. We both jumped twice… I wouldn’t so much call it swimming as a race to get out. Good times!
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