LA CLAQUE CAVE
Bonjour Grann,
To be truthful, I didn't think I'd make it back to shore. I was scared. Who can breathe underwater? And my hands are useless against a shark's double row of teeth. I swam gasping for air from the very beginning, rotating my torso as I swam to breathe.
The smell was pungent, like decaying seaweed; after being washed out to sea from Bandon Beach I didn't think I could hate the taste of saltwater anymore than I did. I do.
I swam around the toes of the boot-shaped peninsula, and once at the boot le talon, I swam to shore. It was at the boot ankle that I'd been fishing from before I slid below. A stupid mistake.
But without the mistake, I wouldn't have discovered the cave, I call La Claque Cave, below Rock Boot Peninsula. A cave that went further back than I knew. And I didn't want to get lost. The cave branches in two different directions, and is too dark to see more than a few feet inside.
