I celebrated Saint Patrick’s day this morning with a wild swim with my favorite wild, Irish swimmers, Sheila and Angie. 

I can’t get over how radically the bay changes from one day to the next. Yesterday was as calm as it gets; all soft rippling water in bright colors, sunlight pouring down, the gentlest tickle of a breeze. Today was a punishing cold wind, the kind which propels us straight into the water because standing on the shore in a bathing suit is misery.

The waves were rollicking and swimming felt like riding a roller coaster (or being tossed around in a washing machine).

In other words, it was a beautiful, fun morning in the bay.