It was just starting to spit rain when I got to the beach. The swimming conditions looked OK; the breakers had not pushed up too much yet and it was flat out at the buoy line. The water temperature was 55.5. Sylvia and I watched the ocean for a while and had a chance to speak with Barry Cleavland. Barry swam with us some years ago, was out on a bike ride and was taking a break at the foot of the pier. She had also spoken earlier to Duke and Angela who were out on a walk. Duke is on the disabled list with two broken ribs due to a bike crash. I'll let him tell you the whole story. It began to change from spitting to rain, Barry needed to get back to town and Sylvia and I decided that the two of us didnt create sufficient critical mass to get us in the water. Swimming next Sunday looks questionable. With the amount of rain we are supposed to get in the next 5 days the water quality is likely to be poor from all of the runoff. If it is sunny, I'll always come to just have lunch on the beach.