Where you live son
In that picture, I was visiting Rockport, near the bay. Probs haven’t heard of it, it’s pretty obscure. Good breeze, comfortable despite the oppressive sunshine. Had a couple beers, helped my nephew Wyatt and his friend back off the pier after they foolishly tried to swim among the sealife, then came back.
Poor Wyatt freaked the fuck out after he jumped in and found that getting back up was almost impossible. He ended up cheese-grating his legs and feet on the barnacles attached to the post that holds up the double-football-field length pier, which he was at the very end of. Still managed to get out using pure adrenaline. He tried to convince me they were shark wounds when I found him bleeding.
His friend Kai on the other hand, decided he’d wade down the length of the pier, looking for a good place to pull himself back up, which he did… After dodging at least twenty jellyfish with our help to sight them.
It was eventful.