"Not yet!"
I'ld just stuck my hand in the Battenkill. And pulled it out about twice as fast.
"Not tomorrow and probably not the next day either."
But someday soon...
I was testing the waters, thinking about the upcoming swimming season. The verdict: it was still ice water, weeks away from anything I was going to jump into. Here in the North Country there are always kids who can't resist a plunge on the first warm day of spring. They usually pop right back out, shivering and a little blue. Most incur no permanent damage. As for the rest of us, we wait with impatient anticipation.
In this post I've gathered a few odds and ends that might be of interest until it's time to dive in. Let's start with Bonnie Tsui's Why We Swim. The author's answer to the question posed in her title ranges from survival to the spiritual. Along the way she introduces us to a diverse splash of swimmers, each with their own individual connection to the water. Tsui's bond with Lake George will resonate with many. Swimming out from Silver Bay towards the far shore's ledges becomes a journey of connection to a place and to people she loves.
Lake George is also the setting for Louise Rourke's account of her 2018 'swim to end polio'. In late July of that year she and Bridget Simpson did a 21 hour relay swim that raised an amazing $120,000 towards eradication of the debilitating disease.
Rourke fell victim to polio as a young child, but never let it stop her from living a full, productive life. Lake George and swimming have always been a part of that life as told in Called by the Water - The Swim to End Polio, the second in a series of books published by the Lake George Historical Association. It should also be noted that Rotary International has played a big role in supporting Rourke's swim and her book as well as working tirelessly to eliminate the scourge of polio worldwide. Great organization, great work.
* Here's a link to Judy Collins wistful rendition of Someday Soon. Nothing about swimming but everything about longing.
Gosh! Almost all these authors engage with swimming as some kind of endurance feat! I grew up on a small inland Michigan Lake (my dad had a marina there) and I was in and out of the water all day long, from mid-May to early October. I was a good strong swimmer, having earned my Red Cross Water Safety Instructor badge at Girl Scout camp,but what I loved most about swimming was the absolute ease of being buoyed up by the water, being able to rest completely in it. I think I spent more time underwater, easing along the bottom, looking for crayfish or clamshells, than I did actually pulling hard to make time across it.
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