“The sunwarmed earth is longed for by a swimmer
spent in rough water where his ship went down
under Poseidon’s blows, gale winds and tons of sea.
Few men can keep alive through a big serf
to crawl, clotted with brine, on kindly beaches
in joy, in joy, knowing the abyss behind.”
– Homer –
Come morning, we rose early, bid farewell to our hostess at the camp, and we motored back down the Lake. We made it far enough fast enough that we had plenty of time to cover the remaining 3 miles or so that we hadn’t yet covered (even if we did re-swim part of it) just before it started to rain. Then we headed back to dock and home.
Bob and Deb returned to work as normal.
Dave, as well, went about his work and school and all of that.
I continued on to Maine to swim in colder waters and more long distances, some night swimming and all.
Poseidon followed after me to keep me safe.
That Lake George Swim… it was a trip of a lifetime! Full of just everything good and so much laughter and enjoyment and good times. Whatever madness it is that we have, I am ever so glad that we have it all together.
These are some of my favorite pictures of the last day.