Step one: with the sweet memory of a gentle, bathwater-mild midwestern lake still fresh in mind, test the surf with mama and gramma–but oops! It’s fed by the “California current,” whose surface temperatures are in the vicinity of 60Âº F.
Step two: skeedaddle.
(Wanna see how bad it is, in cartographic splendor? Feast your eyes on Pacific temps here, Atlantic temps here.)
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Hey! What’s with the Giants t-shirt! Apparently I have not supplied you all with enough A’s paraphenalia. Must rectify this situation soon. The lil monkey must be properly dressed…