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Right before I took this photo, this paddleboarder caught a huge wave coming around Fort Point. And then he just turned around and paddled right back out. I was in awe. Of the paddling, the surfing, and the guts to do both right under the bridge. That spot always looks kinda crazy, with currents swirling in all directions. And certain people who shall remain nameless, people who swim in the murky, freezing bay waters every week during the summer, believe that getting within reach of the shadow of the bridge is practically like asking to get eaten by a large carnivorous sea creature with giant pointy teeth. Those creatures don't come into the Bay, but supposedly they like to hang out just outside it. (Insert shark movie music here.) (Oh, I said it! Shark!) (duh-duh! duh-duh!)

November 23, 2009 9:55 PM


Actually, some scientific research has just been released that shows that great whites DO occasionally come into the bay, after all. http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2009/11/04/MN751AE8D7.DTL

Yeah, not very comforting, is it? Especially with the proliferation of sea lions (shark bait) lately. I try not to think about it when I'm out there.

Yup. Wish I hadn't read that article. Really, really wish I hadn't.

I also read that article and agree w/ Jess, wish I had not. I will just have to adjust my bay swimming months, no swims after August.

Good thing I've gotten my fill of Alcatraz swims because I'm NEVER SWIMMING IN THE BAY AGAIN.

Yep. Saw that article just as I had started talking it up that I'm ready to get back in the Bay. Ummm, not so much.