(Celeste Cota Photography) I never remember how numb Maine water feels on my toes. Irrelevant the cloud count or the blazing hot iron sun brought on by these scorching months, the heat breaking open the skin on my back, raising and razing hell from the bone out. 50 degrees is 50 degrees. The tidepools are irrelevant too - misleadingly inviting. Close your eyes and you could picture yourself in Cancun. But no, the Atlantic doesn’t care for your daydreams.  My one-piece fee

Photo provided by Wix Originally published in the March 2025 Plethodon Log When the cold February wind hits me in the face at 12mph, I...