Whoever said that Coronado has the coldest water in the county is correct. This morning I joined a group of swimmers who will be doing the English Channel in August. We met at the head lifeguard tower just before 7am and the plan was to swim laps between the Navy barriers at North Island and the Silver Strand.
But one toe in the water and BRRRR. Underweight and evident. Though even Dave and Cindy complained of the “once familiar bite.” Half kidding, I tossed out the idea of sneaking into Hotel del. It was too early for such thoughts and dismissed, beginning our swim.
We stayed parallel to the shore and my body felt better than it had during my 6 hour swim back in April, but our paces weren’t matching, my feeds were on land, and fearful of swimming to Mexico, I wanted a kayaker. Cold and frustrated, the heat was on in my car by 8:30am. Next time, soon, I’ll come better prepared.
But no swim with this group ends without a highlight or two. First, Cindy found the “Vegas of sand dollars.” And why? Because they thrive in cold water. Never have I seen so many and so large, lined up like piano keys… ”She’s a Naturalist,” Dave said as Cindy went diving.
And then, in only 5 feet of water, angled towards shore, a dark body shot beneath me, moving fast. Startled, I lifted my head. Dave had seen it too. A dolphin. And then we heard the whistles. The rest of the pod followed, only an arms reach to my left, maybe six of them. In pure admiration, we turned to watch as they surfaced a few feet away. They were on their own journey and all the more reason I want a goPro for mine.