So we have more sharks swimming in the water. Surfers are talking about going in teams. That makes sense. At times when I was running, and running very early, I have seen single surfers going into the water while it was still dark, too dark to see them a hundred feet out.
Yesterday the rain was supposed to slack off in midmorning so out I went and very quickly saw that I was getting so wet that I might as well slog through Duck Creek and the Cloister's stream, smaller. I wondered about one middle aged woman and then another. Did no one tell them not to go out and play in the cold rain? It was a glorious 43 minutes and at the garage I hosed out the shoes and put them in a narrow bucket to drain. Then back to the Mountain Meadows massacre, which breaks your heart the more you read about the condition of the few children who survived. I try not to learn about the details of the entrapment and slaughter. My poor cousins . . . . Land sharks.
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