The Deep South (Carolina)

I woke up relatively early, and James and Melissa were still sleeping, so I decided to go out and find the pool. James told me that they had one, but I had yet to see it. I promised myself that I would go swimming in it even though it was November, 50 degrees, cloudy and rainy. I almost always go swimming when I am on vacation because I like to take advantage of the weather outside of Wisconsin. I walked around the property trying to find it, but for the first 20 minutes I was unsuccessful. So instead I took pictures of their apartment building and Lake Murray, which borders the property. If it was summer I would've swam in the lake, but for now I was concerned about finding the pool.

I believe the term for this design and layout is an Infinity Pool. That's cause there is no concrete edge and the pool looks like it goes on forever until the dropoff. I imagine this is what early explorers like Magellan and Columbus thought the edge of the World looked like. Boy were those sons a bitches wrong.

Baya is a ball of energy that I really can't deal with. I'm not a dog person, so I really don't have the stamina or patience to put up with them. Especially when they are still puppies. But I had fun hanging out with her this weekend, for I knew that soon it would be over.

I finally found this sucker and when I did, it was everything that I dreamed it would be and more. I was obviously the only person in the pool area, which was to be expected for a rainy Sunday in November. I would be willing to bet that I was the only crazy bastard that has swam in this thing since late Summer / early Fall. These Southerners really can't handle the cold. But good guys from the North like me cherish 50 degree weather this time of year. But it takes a seriously insane person from the North to go in the water, even if it was for only 5 minutes.

I tried literally seven times to take this picture and have it turn out like a normal picture, but for some reason my camera wouldn't cooperate. It's like when you're in a dark and spooky house and you take a picture of nothing, but then you develop the film and you see ghost images. Maybe a giant ghost was hanging out over the pool.

There's a saying that it's 5 o'clock somewhere, which somehow rationalizes that it's ok to drink at anytime of the day. I don't know why some people feel like they need an excuse, because I drink at all hours of the day and I don't come up with bullshit excuses.