Or possibly ski with. The waves broke so close to shore, we slid on the sand with our hands. After an hour of swimming and surfing, we started tossing a frisbee around, and then working on catching the frisbee while leaping into the surf.
Billy has trick knees and he thinks he has a good arm so he made the throws. On my first run to the surfline and leap, the frisbee was right there, a beautiful throw and (if I may say so) a beautiful catch.
Once the cameras came out, his arm tired quickly.
Nate was still catching anything that came near.
Here's one we both missed.
Here are my legs after the surf tackled me.
Billy had made some great passes and I was consistently sure the next one would be just right so I tried again and again. It never occurred to me to change my approach, which was to take a long run to the water's edge. I thought I was giving Billy time to judge where to throw. Here I am struggling to my feet after the umpteenth wild leap.
Finally a completed pass. Here I am, just relieved that it was over.
The water was plenty warm and I am sure we will have at least two more Thursdays of swimming.
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