The barefoot season came to an unofficial close yesterday when a handful of my barefooting buddies helped take out the pier in record time. (I didn't even get a chance to get a photo of the skeleton before it was dismembered.)
We then drowned our sorrows in 50-degree water until the sun was long gone and ended with a blazing barefoot run through the channel. Not a bad way to end the season, if it has to end.
Cool view!
Warm wishes!
This, too, shall pass!
Love ya!
I think I saw a couple of tubbers today. Of course it is 80 degrees down here.
Tubbers?
Excuse me Grandson, but I think recent stats show Indiana fatter than that!
;-)
Tubers. Thanks for correcting me. I have been on a study binge for the last 12 hours. Give me a break.