For a girl raised in the Interior, there is just nothing better than swimming in a lake. The water’s cool and clean. There’s no kelp to brush your legs with its slimy sea-monster tentacles. There are no barnacles to slice your feet. Just clear, cold, fresh-smelling summer joy.
I realize that Vancouver-raised folks will argue with this. They’ll talk about the smell of the ocean, the buoyancy of salt water, and the sound of the waves.
But they’ll be wrong.