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June 25, 2007

We Have Lingered in the Chambers of the Sea

I don't really like swimming in natural bodies of water--they too often contain creatures that can eat or sting me, and it's too hard to see said creatures through the murky water. If I do end up at some beach, I prefer not to go in over my head--the only reason I ever do is to water ski, which is something you really can't do in a swimming pool. I've never had any sort of large-water-body accident--short of tumbling off the skis and landing on my face or ass--but still, deep water creeps me out, and I remember that each and every boat trip, I was anxious the first few times I jumped off the boat so I could bob along on my butt before being dragged out of the water by a rope.

Beaches often pose another problem you don't face at a swimming pool, namely, a lack of dedicated places to pee. So what's the best solution, environmentally speaking, when you're at the beach with a bladder that must be emptied? Mercifully there's a website that will answer that question for you.

Posted by holly at June 25, 2007 5:45 PM

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By Hattie on June 26, 2007 2:56 AM

I almost drowned a few years ago when a huge wave hit me and rolled me. There was a drowning just the other day on Kauai. It happens fairly often.
But I can't stay away from the ocean. Even the sharks, who lurk around the rocks a few hundred yards out at the beach where I usually swim, can't scare me off (so far no encounters with them at my beach, although there have been incidents elsewhere on the island). Why do I persist: well, here's one reason:
The other day a honu(Hawaiian sea turtle) swam right up to be, reared its head and flipped a flipper, and off it went. An encounter like that is priceless.

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