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It was an early evening in late October and I was up to my knees in the cold, choppy ocean. Pearson and I were trying in vain to skip stones across the waves. Eventually we gave up and began throwing larger rocks into the water. My jeans, rolled mid calf and soaked to the knees, were now being splashed to mid thigh by the surf. It had been a bright and warm afternoon, but the temperatures were falling with the sun and the wind was picking up. It was 2002 and my first visit to Cape Cod.
