Single Malts - and other odd Musings

Getting A Drink

A fair number of years ago my younger son and I were swimming near where Elijah is getting himself a drink. For about five to ten minutes we enjoyed a great swim in the clear pleasant waters and then we noticed a flurry of swimming leeches heading our way giving a momentary sense of being participants in a Stephen King short story.  We got out of the water quickly enough - but I've never tried it again.

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