It was only minutes following the apartment manager's announcement of "open season" at the pool last week before these guys were immersed. Never mind the 45 degree ocean air and the on-shore wind. It's gotta be the Norse blood. As a former student of anthropology, my theory is these two would be much better adapted to a life spent skirting the edges of Norwegian fjords, swords raised and beards frozen, always ready to conquer something or other.This Vegas-raised American mutt will stick to the lounge chair... at least until things reach around 50 degrees or so. Today was warm, so maybe tomorrow. Did I say warm? Whoa. Am I going native? It was about 79 in the sun, with the ever-present slight bite to the wind. Not warm. Ah well... at least I still know how to drive over 35 mph, so there's still a bit of So.Cal left in this girl. ;)
Syb
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