This is my little brother, T. at Beavertail. It's this point off the island with rocky cliffs and a lighthouse. We had gone to see the waves from hurricane Bill, not intending on going swimming. We walked all around the cliffs on the other side, up to the lighthouse, and then we scaled down the cliffs on this side. This was a little sheltered cove; we had been here before and gathered cool rocks and seaglass. But the waves were really high today and kept surprising everybody. Plus the kids kept on getting as close as possible and then they'd run away. T. eventually just jumped in.