Thanks to Stephanie for the mental push I needed to go swimming in what is likely the coldest body of water I’ve ever been in, the Damariscotta River. As it turns out, rivers on the coast of Maine are NOT particularly warm.
After the initial shock, I got out of the water, much to the jeers of my friends. So I jumped back in, and it wasn’t as cold that time. All told, I was in the river for about 15 minutes, just long enough to lose all feeling in pretty much every extremity. Some of the crazy ladies actually swam from the dock over to the area where the lobsters were getting cooked (including lovely Laura W. with her can of Narragansett…) but I was done. Too cold for me.
It was awesome!