SOAKING WET

Bonjour Grann,

I slipped on a green algae covered rock, Grann; and I slid hard, against the rocks, not able to grab anywhere to keep from sliding, I hit the rocks below my fishing spot, where waves soak everything endlessly.

I'm looking up and I don't see anyway to climb back to the top. I'm trapped. I'll have to swim around the rocks to find a place to climb back to dry land. I don't want to drown or starve to death or leave Bijou to the wilds.

Moss Covered Rocks on the Shoreline

The water is freezing cold. Too cold to survive for long if I swim. And too cold to move for long before cramping and becoming shark food.

I don't know the best direction to swim to find a shore, a place to get back on land; a beach I hadn't yet discovered.

Keep me in your thoughts, Grann.