Well, there is a slight chill in the air this morning, and as I can sometimes be overly optimistic, I’m taking it as a sign that fall is arriving. That being said, I thought it’s about time I share the last of my summer adventures before I dive into this autumn season with full force.
Several weeks ago my cousin and her boyfriend took us snorkeling for the first time. If you didn’t hear me crying enough about it, I really tore my feet up with my new fins (not realizing there was a plastic insert that was supposed to be removed). Yes, the fins were killing me the entire 1.5 hours we were out treading water in the ocean, but I didn’t want to be a baby and turn back and as I had never worn fins before, I thought maybe I was just breaking them in. While out on the water I joked that my feet were bleeding, and on arrival to land, I was sadly proven right. Layers of skin were ripped off, leaving my feet pretty much useless the next month. You really come to appreciate things such as the ability to use your feet when stuff like this happens. At some point I was able to shower without excruciating pain, and after a few weeks I could wear shoes other than flip-flops. All this to say – I will be careful not to make such a stupid mistake like that again and also- I love you, Feet. Thank you for all that you do.
I did a sloppy job at editing these because man, it’s hard to edit underwater photos. But here they are! The water was cloudy due to a swell, so next time hopefully we can see more underwater. But can I say, even when they are literally ripping your feet apart, fins are pretty magical in their ability to keep you afloat? I honestly thought there was no way I could tread water for that long and not drown.
P.S. This is one of like, two times I’ve ever gone into the Pacific Ocean without a wetsuit on. Because it was one of like, two times it was warm enough to.