It’s kind of like the last time you have sex with an ex: you don’t really know it’s the last time until afterward. The same goes for the last swim of the season. In this case, I thought this day was going to be the last day – only it turn out there would be one more. Now, at the time of this writing in October, I can say with certainty that the last time in the pool was the last time in the pool for this year.
Luckily (or unluckily) for you there was documentation of the days in question, and for this first part here’s the sunny day I thought would be the last but wasn’t.
(There’s a lot more male nudity in Part II, so come back this afternoon…)
