Drysuit in review: Cherry pop day

Blah blah blah, I could talk your ears off about fun in frigid waters with kamikaze bassboat operators,,,, but I’ll hold onto that for bonfire beer drinkin’ nights.

I’d guess 40°f on water temps,,,

I kinda have this thing about being seen,,, as my accidentally color coordinated outfit attests. (Ordered yellow, nothing in the order about the eyeball raping sleeves there.)

And that zipper,,, thanks to a passing trail runner, I was able to escape the straight-jacket I bought,,,, ROFL, new one on me, but that zip MUST be fully open or you are NOT making the extraction,,,,(zip is hidden under that flap on my shoulder but goes back nearly mid shoulderblade, around front to crotch area.

I now understand MUCH better some of the things I have heard about drysuits: nothing like jumping in to learn to swim, so to speak. One that caught me off-guard was feeling the pressure of water,,, I mean, you can feel water pressure when swimming, but the sensation in a drysuit is more akin to an Anti-G suit fighter pilots use. Without the skin to water immersion, it’s much more pronounced.

But,,,,

I AM BONE DRY!!! (well, mehbe a little sweaty, I did get quite warm while paddling,,,) and I initially went in chin deep to burp baby. That was enlightening,,, didn’t realize how well I can float if I’m not physically wet,,, that pressure I felt was trying to push me back out.

And I could have had another layer on, just incase I did go in the drink. I could feel the cold seeping in: not water, just freezer cold wicking away my heat. Wasn’t so bad I that I was worried, just noted,,,

And what’s driving me off water is a growly tummy: Hungries, wants protein!!!

So that’s where I b headed, right! Now!!!