The namesake of
this Muddy Charles is quite impressive, and tonight after chorus, D. and I finally made good on our summer-long promise to jump in together.
[Not a first
in the slightest for him – for me, technically it was a first, as my previous
experience swimming in the Charles was utterly non-intentional.
A few summers ago, when a bunch of my
classmates at MIT and I decided to learn how to sail, we took a three-hour-long
class on a very windy Sunday morning.
As I happened to be in a boat with a friend with whom I might be most
ill-suited to cooperate of anyone ever, it was no surprise when a
miscommunication occurred and I tightened the sail as we turned into the
wind…
But what that experience
taught me was that the Charles River is actually not an unpleasant, or terribly
cold, place to swim.]
Tonight, it was another of those muggy days that turns into
a not-quite-so muggy evening, and the water was cool and refreshing. It was a stressful day, and my racing
mind was set at ease a bit by it.
We jumped off a dock somewhere in between Central and Harvard and then
walked down a little way to dry off with a beer. Terribly peaceful evening – and great view of the
double-tiered Storrow Dr. and I-90 heading westward into the country.
