Christmas night, the boys drunkenly pledged that they’d jump Doris Duke’s the next day in freezing temps. True to their word, Rocket and Chauncey braved the 37* wind chill to take the plunge…at low tide to boot.
I’ll spare you the sight of watching two hung over, shivering dudes stuffing themselves into their wetsuits. Rocket’s psyched up and Chauncey awaits the opportunity to abort mission.
The boys size up the descent below into the freezing ocean waters. What happened next literally took my breath away. Not wanting to be the dorky worry wart, I crossed my fingers and prayed to the ocean gods that I wouldn’t have to call the ambulance when Rocket lept into the sea. Thank god he lived. Then, Chauncey was next.