Another Spin Around the Sun…In Slocan Lake

I had a birthday this weekend. You just can’t stop them from happening every year. I’m fortunate in that mid-September is often still warm enough for lake swimming in BC, and this weekend was no exception.

I have always enjoyed canoeing and camping on Slocan Lake. It’s one of the most beautiful places in the world, with gorgeous beaches, clean water, and plenty of variety in terms of campsites, canoe routes, whitewater rafting, and places to explore. I’d never swam across it before though, and the occasion of turning 44 seemed to be the perfect opportunity with the water holding a balmy and refreshing 15 degrees C and the rain holding off (because of my special birthday rights). The lake is approximately 2.7 km across from Silverton to Sandpoint Beach.

I was also very keen to try night swimming. And it did not disappoint.

I set off from the boat launch in Silverton around 7 pm, wearing my thickest, warmest wetsuit – a Blue Seventy Sprint – 2 swim caps, and positive thoughts of warm fleece, hot tub time machines, steaming mugs of Earl Grey tea, and Swedish saunas.  Scarlet had both dogs and all of our camping gear in my big old blue canoe, as well as a bright light to guide her crossing. She’s an experienced, skilled, and capable paddler, and I had no concerns with her ability to guide me safely.  The sun set quickly while I was in the water, and soon I was making my way across in darkness next to the canoe. One word sums up this experience – exhilarating! The combination of the cold, the eerie play of the light on the surface of the water, and the feeling of swimming weightlessly into navy blue nothingness was just awesome. I definitely want to do it again. And again! Read More

Eating, Sleeping, Breathing…and Reading

If there’s one thing I love as much as open water swimming, it’s reading!

I always have 3-5 books on the go, and my choices run the gamut from fiction to business to personal development – and my current favourite: memoir. I belong to a lively local book club and look forward to our monthly meetings the way other people look forward to Christmas or their Botox appointments. In fact, tonight I am hosting our get together and I have bought lots of chocolate and red wine to help stimulate the discussion. No boys allowed.

I will devour anything related to adventure and exploration (vicarious living?) and have always enjoyed anything about Shackleton, Everest expeditions, and being lost at sea.

Since I’m a keen swimmer, I’ve been adding a few swimming titles to my library. If you’re a reader like me, you might find some of these to be perfect titles to curl up with post-swim, under a blankie with a cup of tea or a snifter of Fireball, smelling of chlorine and feeling like tired magic.

(I haven’t provided a link to purchase these books, because I think you should always check at your local bookstore first!)

Turning: A Year in the Water by Jessica J. Lee (Hamish Hamilton Publishing)

This melancholy memoir recounts Lee’s experience swimming the 52 lakes that surround Berlin. It’s full of rich and beautiful writing, full of emotion and self-exploration. It resonated with me in terms of the time frame Lee sets for her goal, and the personal issues that drive her to depend on swimming to work shit out. I read it in short, small doses and found that allowed me to soak up the lush descriptions and powerful prose.

Swimming to Antarctica: Tales of a Long Distance Swimmer by Lynne Cox (Harcourt)

If you’re an open water swimmer and you haven’t heard of Lynne Cox, then we can’t be friends. Ok – maybe we can be friends, but you have to read this first! Cox’s open water story is so inspiring, and so amazing. This accessible book was a page-turner for me as I couldn’t wait to see what challenge she’d conquer next. It also sparked my interested in the arena of cold water endurance, since I’ve been wondering if that’s a future possibility for me. Cox is my patron saint of open water swimming. She’s done the English Channel (setting records!), the sharky Catalina Channel, the Cook Strait, the Strait of Magellan, the Cape of Good Hope, the goddamn Bering Strait, and motherfucking ANTARCTICA. This woman’s excellence knows no bounds and reading about her accomplishments literally has me on the edge of my seat and researching crazy ideas. Lynne Cox is simply a remarkable human. And bonus – there are pictures! I love books with pictures.

Swimming in the Sink: A Memoir by Lynne Cox (Vintage)

I haven’t actually read this one yet but I thought I should add it because LYNNE COX, and it’s sitting on my nightstand right now.

Swimming Studies by Leanne Shapton (Blue Rider Press)

Canadian author and artist Leanne Shapton captures so much of the experience of growing up as a youth in a swim club, and how those experiences impact the making of a life beyond the practice and the pool. It’s a hard book to describe, both deeply personal and surgically sharp in observation. Shapton’s art is interspersed throughout, and creates a wonderfully sensory reading experience.  Her photo archive of her beautiful bathing suit collection is breathtaking.  A reviewer of this book states, “My talent crush is official and deep.” I have to agree. 

The Bone Cage by Angie Abdou (NeWest Press)

Angie Abdou is a Can-lit goddess, and her first novel perfectly captures the exhilaration of Olympic dreams, the uncomfortable choice architecture of teenage romance, and the mindset of discipline that is so elusive to anyone who’s ever really loved a sport. She writes about pressure so effectively, through characters who are both relatable and inspiring.

Swell: A Waterbiography by Jenny Landreth (Bloomsbury)

First of all, I wish I’d coined the phrase “water biography.” Isn’t it brilliant? I’m halfway through this account of the feminist history of the swimming suffragettes, and I’m enjoying it so much. Landreth tells the stories of groundbreaking and inspiring swimming women with brilliantly cheeky humour and joy. Her own story, woven throughout, is insightful and very fun to read. And again – pictures!

I’m sure there are a zillion other really good swimming books out there. I’d love to hear about them all. All of them! If you’ve read something that inspired you, made you laugh, or challenged you to slip into a Speedo, let me know and maybe you can come to my next book club. I’ll share my Fireball.

That Time I Escaped from Alcatraz

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When I told my good friend that I would be writing this week, I promised a tale that would include a diaper and CPR.

THIS TALE CONTAINS BOTH.

Without further ado, I’d like to tell you about the time I escaped from Alcatraz.  Yes, I joined the likes of that (in)famous Bird Man and other brave escapees.

How did it happen?

My escape from Alcatraz was part of my 40 year old swim odyssey, but I didn’t get to plan it in advance. On my actual 40th birthday in September 2014, my family arranged a surprise party. I don’t normally love surprises because I’m a complete control freak, but this one was simply awesome, unexpected, and welcome. After a lovely dinner, I walked into my house to find my friends all dressed up as characters from my favourite movie, Wes Anderson’s The Life Aquatic. We had Zissous, Klauses, and even a convincing Alastair Hennessey.

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And my present (as if the party wasn’t a giant present in itself) – my present was a trip to San Francisco to do the Alcatraz Swim. This is an annual event organized by Water World Swim (who organize many other cool destination events). The swim itself isn’t particularly long at 1.5 miles, but the chilly waters and finicky currents of the San Francisco Bay make it a challenging one.  I was so excited and freaked out. I thought I’d completed my 40th year challenge, but I was pumped to add one more fabulous destination swim to cap off an amazing season. And best of all, my parents would be joining us in the city I grew up knowing as the inspiration for their “Song“. Read More

My Open Water Story: Part Deux

Screen Shot 2018-05-26 at 8.38.11 AMSo, I was swimming again. And turning 40! I wanted to celebrate the unlikely success of both major life events, so I plotted a summer of races in all kinds of places: Across the Lake Swim in Kelowna, Sandpoint’s Long Bridge Swim, the Rattlesnake Island Swim, and the Lake Chelan Swim. There was another surprise swim, but it was a surprise for me and I’m saving it as a surprise for you. I am a sucker for clean water (who isn’t?), so I set up a fundraising campaign through Charity:Water and set a goal of $1000.

First was the swim leg of the Christina Lake Triathlon, with my trusty team of pals. This event is held every year in late June, and as a “sprint”, it requires an 800 m swim, 20 km bike, and 5 km run. All walks of life from Hardcore Strava Dawgs to People Who Drink Slurpees turn up to this event, which, depending how hardcore you are, includes campfires, beers, and a giant baked potato (or 2 if you’re crafty). I don’t really count this as a SWIM swim, but it definitely served as the kickoff to my other events.

My next swim was Kelowna’s Across the Lake Swim, Canada’s oldest open water event founded in 1949. It’s a 2.1 km crossing of Okanagan Lake, and finishes up at Lakeside Park. When you finish, you get oranges, cookies, and chocolate milk. This is important to me. It truly is the best swim to try if you’re new to the game – a very supportive atmosphere, tons of fun, and good swag. You get to ride a yellow school bus in your bathing suit. Even the check-in and safety meeting the night before is fun. In fact, I must mention that I haven’t bought a towel since I started open water swimming. If you ever need one, let me know. Read More

My Open Water Story – Part 1

I always loved swimming. Even when I wasn’t officially swimming (that giant gap between age 13 and 39), my body has felt happiest in the water. This blog is an effort to capture some of my passion for swimming, being in the water, discovering new places to swim, and challenging myself to be the best I can be.

I grew up in Saskatoon, the first daughter of parents who met as lifeguards during the 60s. From a very early age I was enrolled in Red Cross swimming lessons and lifesaving stages. When I was 8, my parents signed me up for speed swimming, and I took to it immediately. Not only did I love being coached  and going to practice, I loved going to swim meets and being part of a swim CLUB.  Riding the bus to faraway meets, staying with new billet families, and making friends from all over my own city and many others was very motivating. My swimming friends became some of the most influential of my life. I’m still connected to many of them. Read More