One thing that you may not know about me, dear reader, is that I am obsessed with swimming. So much so that I remember every time I've gone in the water this summer. Do you want to hear about them? I thought so.
At Flat Rocks. First submersion of the summer. Freezing, but my boyfriend's mom went in so I wasn't about to wimp out in front of her.
In my co-worker's swimming pool, incredibly hungover on the day after the Fourth of July. Swimming was the only thing that saved me that day. I wanted to stay in the water forever.
Up by Katahdin somewhere. That water was so freaking clear. I was going to post a picture of it but everyone in the photos looks cold and not very attractive so I'm skipping it. Use your imagination.
The day before my cousin's wedding, in a very warm hotel swimming pool. Practiced my handstands.
At Flat Rocks and at Devil's Den, the weekend of our anniversary. I was scared to jump off the ledge into the pool of black deepness, but the Carpenter insisted I was safe. He showed me just where to aim for, and stayed in the water "in case I started drowning." After about four false starts ("one, two three...oh wait let me start again."), I finally leapt. It was so exhilarating! Then I did it several more times. That places is so goddamn beautiful. Here's a picture.
In the Presumpscot River, by Maggie's and my (not-so) secret spot. Followed, as per tradition, by Fajita Grill overconsumption.
At Willard Beach, two days in a row. Cold -- icy, even -- but I went totally under both times. Willard is kinda gross, but very convenient.
In the ridiculous Andy Warhol pool at the Thompson LES. Got there early enough to avoid the afternoon bikini parade. Felt wealthy. Here's a pic of that (the hot lady in the background is my bf's mom, as mentioned above).
On Sunday, in the Cataracts of Western Maine. Wow. One of the best days I can remember. Skinny dipping, scampering around on sun-soaked rocks, acting like we owned the place -- because we did, practically!
Last night, in the Atlantic Ocean, off the coast of Ocean Park, just south of Old Orchard Beach. The water was the same temperature as the air, and the night was moonless. It was very much like slipping into a cool, silky blackness; there was no telling where the water ended and the sky began.
This week, hopefully one million times, in the Atlantic off the coast of Cape Cod! Vacation!!
ps: The FURY paperback is released today. I'm officially a Paperback Writer. If you have a copy or see one in the store, could you Tweet it to me? Thanks, loves.