Yesterday evening Anne and I went to the beach at Sandy Hook. It was about 5:00 o'clock when we got there. We spotted an empty place near a life guard stand and had just arrived, but had not yet spread out our stuff when, all of a sudden, the two lifeguards leaped from their stand and rushed toward the water. There were not many people in the water and we could see the object of their attention waving his arms and splasing furiously. As they ran, one lifeguard gave many short tweets on his whistle to alert the other lifeguards. One guard from another stand rushed over to the stand near us and grabbed the yellow rope attached to a float the guards had with them. As they approached the swimmer, he slipped beneath the water. We couldn't see what was happening out there, but soon the guard on the stand began pulling the yellow rope until the guards with their prey were close enough that they could stand. Soon they were able to pull the man from the water, a burly lifeguard. The whole thing had been a training exercise. Very realistic though.
We went in the water which was warm, but there were some jellyfish floating around. It was a very lovely evening at the beach with some built in drama. Better than television.
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