I mean I want to dive right in.

About ten inches of water is just my speed.

This was at the private island owned by the cruise line called Stirrup Cay. The deal with these private islands are that they are all pretty much the same. It is always in the least desirable part of any island because all the good beaches are hooked up to beachfront hotels. This joint had an unbelievable number of rocks that hurt your feet as you walked out into the ocean. So you had to walk like you were walking on hot coals. The wife was smart and bought these rubber swim shoes that protected her feet but my clodhoppers got all cut up.