Just a no-big-deal break in town a few blocks away from my usual haunt. A friend (rdj, who posts here) usually comes to me, so I went to him for a change of pace. Even though our spots are only a few blocks apart, the waves have very different form and “feel” to them).
Warm water, but freaking miserable mother-load of jellyfish that session. Waves were polka-dotted with them as I would go under for a duckdive, it was like swimming in stingy campbell’s chunky stew. Even worse, the tentacles were all slurried up by the wave action, so the most minute volume of water held plenty of nematocysts, so the suits afforded only temporary protection until the next flush of water down the neck, up the arms or leg cuff, or through the many leaks in that old suit.
Good luck weathering these next few storms (I have a feeling that wherever he decides to make landfall, Ike is going to make Gustav look like a punk and Hanna look like an innocent schoolgirl. His potential track is so unstable and up in the air right now he even has me worried as a coastal homeowner in the northeast!).