We've all heard of cave diving, but what I used to do must be a new sport: cove diving. This is what I was doing 9 years ago - removing fallen branches from the cove that were accumulating and getting in the way of my foot traverses as I searched for milfoil. I think I've 'matured' since then (got too old for it, I mean)!
Note, I'm wearing a wetsuit because it was starting to get cold already (happy side note: I can still wear that SAME SIZE wetsuit, which is a major feat for me). This year the water level is way down (18 inches) after dam repairs, and most of our cove is aqueous mud, so I couldn't do this even if I had the desire. We've been waiting for some rain to help restore it to normal levels.
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I'm going to tell people my mom is a cove diver.
Maybe a retired cove diver (I'm sure this mud traipsing and subsiding is what wrecked my knees)
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