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Even in summer, there remains a bit of chill to that water this far south. This does not deter the intrepid though, and we only turned back when we started bumping into icebergs…
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Stefan Jansson said…
I think it is a bit warmer than down at my favorite beach.
11 January 2011 at 22:11
Unknown said…
I dipped my toes in the Gulf of Mexico last weekend when we were in Galveston, Texas. It was warmer than I expected. We could mix your iceberg in our warm gulf. That would be nice. :)
12 January 2011 at 00:12
Carola said…
The cold water is not visible. It is alovely summer shot and a real family one. Very nice!
And lucky you living so close to the ocean.
12 January 2011 at 01:05
Louis la Vache said…
hee hee...
No doubt you turned back after the iceberg encounter!

«Louis» was happy to see you had stopped by San Francisco Bay Daily Photo.
12 January 2011 at 02:42
Roddy said…
You didn't make it into the Atlantic? Did you see the iceberg that is supposed to be bigger that Tasmania?
12 January 2011 at 05:26
Kris McCracken said…
Steffe, could be. We’ve had lots of rain over the last week though.

Thiên, now I have Glen Campbell stuck in my head! Did you hear the sea waves crashing?

Carola, believe me that it was chilly! Video to come!

Louis la Vache, we waved to the penguins that were catching a lift and carried on in true Tasmanian spirit.

Roddy, as a sailor, I should expect you to know that the Atlantic is on the other side of Antarctica.
12 January 2011 at 08:34
Roddy said…
It's all relative. You go one way to get to us first, the other way to get to it. It's a big bit of ice whichever way you go.
12 January 2011 at 09:34
Kris McCracken said…
We generally don't swim that far out.
12 January 2011 at 09:38
Roddy said…
You didn't tell me that.
12 January 2011 at 14:56
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