I woke up at an ungoshly hour last saturday to be at Kellogg Park at La Jolla Shores by 6:30. Striped down into a bathing suit in 28 degrees F to put on that cors--- wetsuit, nearly broke my back toting all that gear multiple times 500 miles to an from shore, drop my fin in 30 something feet of water, saw a bunch of cute patootie lobsters, and some REALLY EXCITING SAND DOLLARS!!! Not. But the lobsters were the bomb dig. Some pictures to prove.
|Getting gear on probably burns more calories than climbing Mount Kilimanjaro in January, naked.|
|Did i mention I study ballet?|
Or that I suck at it?
|I'm the big fat one on the far left. I kid, that's 7mm of wetsuit on my girlish figure.|