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Length of The Lake: A Monster Lake Swim in Memphremagog, VT USA

March 25, 2018 By Charlotte Brynn

Swim Day: Wednesday July 19th

Swim Direction North to South

Start; Magog, Quebec, Canada

Finish: Newport, Vermont, USA

Observer: Phil White 

Crew: Cynthia Needham

Lake Monster: Memphre

This was to be my second swim down this awe inspiring lake. The first being in 2011, I was one of 4 swimmers who made it down the lake on the night of September 11th, 2011, marking the 10th anniversary of 911, we swam to promote friendly borders and in Search of Memphre the lakes resident Lake Monster.

My 2011 swim was tough, my first 25 miler. I had prepared with night swims, rough water, practice feeding odd a boat, swimming alongside a kayak, swimming in the cold night air and mentally training myself to keep swimming.

 I completed my 2011 Lake Monster swim in 15 hours and 30 minutes. The fall night air was cold on my back, I was separated from my kayak and support boat early in the swim for an hour and battled a relentless northerly head wind. In the thick of the chaos something warm brushed by my leg, whatever it was calmed my mind and I swam on to complete the swim.

This year I’m returning to swim in the opposite direction with the goal and if I got down the lake a little faster, well wouldn’t that be great, either way it will be a fine adventure and another border crossing my favorite!

Swim Day Arrives.

Up at 4:00am. Gear is packed, feeds are ready we load the boat at the Magog Marina. It is pitch dark, the dawn is starting to nudge it’s way out as we motor to Parc de la Pointe- Merry.

 As we approach the start beach I make my final preparations, light sticks in place, my one cap is secure, I have Vaseline on my arm pits, around my neck and under my suit straps to reduce chaffing as I swim. The final touch is my ear plugs. I slide in to water and wade up onto the beach.

 I am ready to begin one very long day swimming from Canada to the USA, 25.2 miles wearing one traditional bathing suit, one swim cap, ear plugs, light sticks and a pair of goggles. I raise my arms to signal to Phil White my observer and Cynthia Needham crew that I am ready. I pause for a moment taking it all in the expanse of the lake the approaching dawn and the knowledge that once I step my toe into the water it is ” game on” until I reach the other end of the lake. No assistance…it’s time to go I step in and smile, I can’t wait.

 More of the monster swim coming your way soon!!!

Border Crossing Time! Lake Memphremagog, Length of the Lake Swim, July 19th, 2017

July 17, 2017 By Charlotte Brynn

Two Countries, One Border, One Lake.

 

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Length of the Lake Swim – Magog, Canada, to Newport, VT, USA

25.2 Miles

 July 19th, 2017 5:00 am Start Time

 

Lake Memphremagog, has a  deep history. This history includes stories of many eras, there’s the  loggers and farmers,to name a few, but few can forget the stories of the  smugglers! The smugglers, were in full force, in the 1800’s. They would row up to Magog, Canada, purchase  brandy, silverware, and lace, then row it back down the lake to sell it off, for a tidy profit. Once in Newport, the smugglers, delivered the illegal goods to local farmers and their wives, they made more in one night, than most local folks made in a year.

Many smugglers, dodged the law, and got off, free as a bird. Uriah Skinner, dodged the law until the very end, he hid so well on an island, that he perished there, stranded, after talking shelter in a cave on an island in Canadian waters. He was chased there by British officers, in the dark of the night, they searched, and searched. The Captain, has frustrated that his men couldn’t find Skinner, after one of the men, found his boat, the Captain, declared, ” Let him rot, with his brandy, lace and silverware”. With that, they did! The British officers took Skinner’s beloved boat, and left him there. Unable to swim, that was Skinner’s death sentence!

 We know Uriah Skinner made many successful trips down the lake from Magog to Canada, before he met his fate on what is now ” Skinner’s Island”,   during this swim, we are going to follow his smuggling course. Starting in the early morning, to be unnoticed we will  make our way down the lake, we will make our way down the lake, until we reach Newport, VT, USA.

An adventure, you bet!

I’ll keep you posted on the Lake, the border, and the smuggler swim course!

 

 

Lake Willoughby – Legend of the Lake Monster

June 27, 2017 By Charlotte Brynn

Lake Willoughby – Double  Crossing Summer 2017: 2 chances of spotting a giant serpent!

Lake Willoughby is a lake in the town of Westmore, Vermont. It is a lake with crystal clear waters, dramatic vistas and, a legend in it’s history. 

Lake Willoughby is  5 miles long. It has delightful sandy beaches at both the southern, and northern end. The north beach boasts a lovely .25 mile long beach.

Two rugged mountains overlook the lake at the southern end. Mount Pisgah, one one side, and Mount Hor on the other. Swimming between them, gives you the distinct  feeling that  someone, or something  is watching you, especially when the wind is howling, and the skies are dark, it can feel ominous.

Lake Willoughby was created by glacial action,  which carved out a narrow, and deep lake. It resembles a Norwegian Ford. At it’s deepest it is 320ft. It the deepest lake to be entirely contained in Vermont. It also makes it a cold lake, and often a windy lake. The wind funnels down the lake with force, entertaining,  when you are swimming with a tail wind, heartbreaking into a head wind.

The Town – Westmore, VT

Westmore,  was chartered in 1781, it was granted to Uriah Seymour. It was rugged terrain, with no roads.  Eight hardy families settled the area. Early in the 1800’s inhabitants left due to the harsh conditions. The frosts destroyed their crops, and there was a  constant fear of attack from hostile Indians.

 By the 1830’s settlers returned, to farm, and build mills. The lake once again welcomed settlers. Eventually a road was built in 1850 on the east side of lake, and hotels arrived. People were starting to visit Lake Willoughby, which had long been unreachable. Visitors loved  it’s scenery, it’s fishing, and even took steam ship tours to enjoy the lake scenery. Legend has it, some saw a lake monster. The lake which had been largely untouched, now had company.

There are no recordings on how the Lake Willoughby was named.  One story is that many years ago a man named Willoughby was crossing the ice with a horse-drawn sled. When the horses broke through, Willoughby and his driver were drowned, and the lake was called Willoughby in his memory. There are no records of an early settler names Willoughby, of course settlers, came and went often without recording in those early years.

Lake Monster or Giant Serpent or Giant Eel?

Both in the 1800’s and 1900’s, there have been reports of sightings of a long dark creature in the lake.

In August 14, 1868, the story of a “lake monster” appeared in the Caledonian newspaper. “It is reported that the great water snake at Willoughby Lake was killed Wednesday of last week by Stephen Edmonds of Newport, VT., a lad of twelve years. Rushing boldly upon the monster he severed its body with a sickle. On actual measurement the two pieces were found to be 23 feet in length.”

According to local folklore, there is an underground passageway between Lake Willoughby, and Crystal lake. One local story goes that many years ago, a team of horses crashed through the winter ice on Lake Willoughby only to be found months later in Crystal Lake..

 In the 1950’s a team of divers looking for the body of a man presumed drowned after his boat capsized claimed to see a huge hole in the bottom of the lake and saw eels 8 feet( 2. 6 metres) long.

On September 9, 1986 Audrey Besse of Monmouth Beach, New Jersey, saw an unknown creature in Willoughby Lake. The sighting was filed with the International Dracontology Society of LakeMemphremagog . Her sighting is as follows:While sitting on the “point” near the Wheeler’s Camps beach more than 15 years ago, Audrey, Ann Hauk (her mother), and a friend saw a long, dark, creature with two or three humps in the middle of the lake, swimming toward the south end. Mrs. Besse went for her binoculars and camera, but the creature had submerged before she could use them.

Adventure worthy – time to grab a cap and goggles and go search!

This summer after careful planning, myself, Phil White, observer, and boat captain, and crew, Cynthia Needham are going on the search.

We are picking early summer, when the lake is still cool, and few folks will be venturing in and on it’s waters, to give us the best chances of a sighting of a monster eel, or serpant, whichever it may be!

Swim Day: Wednesday June 28th 

Distance: 10 miles

Pilot/ Observer: Phil White

Crew: Cynthia Needham 

 

 

 

English Channel Swim

August 25, 2016 By Charlotte Brynn

To France

We got the thumbs up this afternoon! English Channel swim start time is approx 11:30 pm Thursday August 25th EST, ( 4:30 am Friday August 26th UK Time )

WAHOO SUPER EXCITED!!!!

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SUVA Tracker here http://cspf.co.uk/tracking

Maine Train!

August 11, 2016 By Charlotte Brynn

August 2016, Orrs Island

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Time to head north, way north! We are in Orrs Island for a week of sea swimming in the cool ocean waters of Harpswell sound.What a stunning place!

Cold water training

The goal, 70k, in 6 days, and we are well on the way.

Cold water feeds

The waters have been calm on some days, and others a keen south wind has barreled down the sound. All making for great conditions.

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It is such a blast seeing the lobster fishermen, working while I swim, they are friendly, and send us warm smiles and big waves.

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Cynthia Needham has been a tower of power, kayaking by my side, Heidi Brynn, has been our photographer.

Have we been having fun, you bet!

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Next up: Dover, UK August 17th, Big Fun!

Kingdom Swim Border Buster

August 11, 2016 By Charlotte Brynn

Kingdom Swim Border Buster July 30th, 2016

Foggy start

What a treat of a swim, we had a blast enjoying good company from swimmers from around the country and world.

Cynthia and Charlotte

Thanks to Phil White of the North East Kingdom Open Water Swimming Association for the top event, terrific conditions, and fabulous hand carved Kingdom Swim walking stick, a coveted award!

1st overall

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Swim Time :7 hours and 55 minutes

Course Distance: 15.94 miles/ 25.7 km

Overall Course Winner

Ile Ronde Circumnavigation

August 11, 2016 By Charlotte Brynn

High clouds overhead, and a northerly wind. This has the makings of a spirited swim.

We load Django, with all our gear, one big bin chocked full of feeds, a dry bag of warm clothes, and some extra company. Phil White,is my captain and observer, Cynthia Needham,is crew captain, and then there is Skinner! Skinner, you might ask? Yes, Uriah Skinner,the half size skeleton, we got for grins, to join us, for our recent Skinner Island, 2 way crossing. He has become quite a part of the team, since his rescue from smugglers cave, on Skinner Island.

Time to “walk the boat ramp”, I think,as I gaze down the lake. I can just make out Ile Ronde,a small, speck in the distance, 8. 2 miles away,and just waiting to be conquered. ” I’m coming for you round island”, I firmly, declare.
The boat ramp is slick, I slither into the water, game on.

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Some days a swim welcomes you with open arms, it reaches out to you, with fair weather, and calm waters, it sends you a, ” this is your day vibe”. Today, is not one of those days. Today, Lake Memphremagog, is ornery.
Choppy Ile Ronde

Instantly my heart rate accelerates,I drive my head down low, and pull with long, strong strokes.” Every stroke draws me closer”, I think.

” Listen here, you!” I imagine, the Lake baiting me. ” You’ve been slipping that kiwi frame through my waters, all month, and I’ve played nice. Sure, I’ve given you some wind,rain, and cloudy skies to keep you honest, but this, a circumnavigation of Ile Ronde, now, now your pushing it!” This is the vibe this old Lake is giving me, she’s going to do her best to throw me off the horse, and I’m ready to fight back!

And with that Ole Memphremagog blows from the North, the wind steadily builds. I drive my head down even lower. The more she gusts, the harder I fight. Swells begin to roll down her waters, I breathe hard.

The light house comes, and goes, the vulture like birds look on.

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Next up the border, we are in Canadian waters, I treat myself to a look at the island, it is getting closer. The closer it gets, the stronger I swim.

I look at the team, Phil White is calling in our pre approved entry into the Canadian custom officials, this makes it possible to swim continuously without having to go the customs station mid swim, I am grateful for this! Cynthia Needham is fixing my next feed, and then there is Skinner, sitting upright in the back of the boat. I fix my gaze on him, for what feels like a very long time.

My feeds are fast, I say very little to the crew. A few words like, ” Lovely morning”, ” “Bonjour mon ami”. But something’s brewing. For the past 30 minutes, I have been thinking of nothing else, other than what I have been bursting to tell, Phil and Cynthia. I grin, my widest grin, as I think of it. Finally feed time is here, I slide alongside the boat, reach for my feed and say, ” Could you guys do something about Skinner, he looks terrified, he may be thinking we are taking him back to smugglers cave, on Skinner Island”, I spit out the words with a roar of laughter, and then I’m off again. I just love adventure!
(If you don’t know about Skinner’s history, ready Skinner Island blog!)

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The wind continues to gust, I know the island is close. Suddenly, Ile Ronde, looms in front of me. She is bigger than I anticipated, tall in stature, along with very tall trees. I make my approach and begin to swim clockwise around this proud island.

Back to Newport
As, I swim around Ile Ronde, I reflect on the battle to get here. “Lake Memphremagog made me earn it today”, I think, and then I smile, my very biggest of smiles, for I have made it around the island and am looking forward to a strong northerly tail wind the whole way home. Head down, and I accelerate down the lake.

Best island shot
In no time at all we are back at the border, WAHOO, I love border crossings! Phil and Cynthia fly the New Zealand flag as I cross, I can see the slash in the trees marking the border, and the border buoys in the water.

NZ Cap border

I continue down the lake, the sailboats are out in full force, one circles us, ” Is that Charlotte”, a yell comes from the sailboat. They follow us for a while, and as we near the city dock they peel off.The wind has eased, the gusts have dropped, lake Memphremagog has succumbed.

” Last feed”, says Cynthia, I smile and swim on. I know I am close, I watch the familiar landmarks, and enjoy the ride. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I see Cynthia bouncing up and down, it is clear she wants me to sprint. ” Either it’s a boat, or I am close to an hour mark”. I think, as I drive my head down, and pull hard. My breath is heavy and loud, I suck in oxygen, and forcefully exhale. I am 500 meters away, my shoulders burn, I keep sprinting.400 meters, 300 meters, 200 meters, the countdown is on. The last 100 meters is here, I don’t let up. The ramp is before me,”Oh no,slippery”, I remember the slide down the ramp this morning.I don’t let up, I swim as far as I can, then pop upright and scamper up the ramp, on my tip toes. Success, I clear the water, and turn to face the boat, pumping my fists, and grinning from ear to ear.

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My time 7 hours, 59 minutes and 4 seconds. Thanks to Cynthia Needham, a sub 8 hour swim.

What’s next?

Another Border Crossing of course! July 30th Kingdom Swim Border Buster!

Ile Ronde Circumnavigation Sunday July 24th – Start Time 6:30am EST

July 22, 2016 By Charlotte Brynn

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Sometimes a swim calls to you. That’s what happened here. I was intrigued and drawn to this swim……

The island of Ile Ronde sits with Owls Head mountain, looking down on it. ( You can just make out the speck of the island on the port side of the boat, below the black mark in the clouds )

Owls Head, is a breathtaking mountain, that has long fascinated me, it is so regal and majestic. I was curious as to why it was named Owls Head. All the locals I asked said it was because it looked like an owls head, but I was not convinced.

After some research, here is what I learned.

It’s unusual name originated from an Indian tribe who inhabited the area, the Abenaki, they hunted and fished in the local region for their existence

After the death of their great chief named “ OWL:, they decided to commemorate his existence and allow his spirit to last forever by naming the mountain “ Owl’s Head”. They believed the mountains outline resembled the great chiefs profile as he lay in a state of repose.

Here’s more about the upcoming Swim

Location: Lake Memphremagog

Distance: 16.6 Miles

Start Location: Newport Public Dock, Newport, Vermont, USA
End Location: Newport Public Dock, Newport, Vermont, USA

Course: Swim North across the US- Canadian Border. Swim around Ile Ronde. Swim South across the Canadain- US Border, back to Newport, VT, USA.

Why Circumnavigate? Because the Island is named Ile Ronde, the only way to swim in honor of a round island, is around it!

I’m looking forward to the thrill of crossing the border from Vermont, USA, into Canada and back again

The border is marked by a slash in the trees and border buoys in the water.

Phil White of The North East Kingdom Swimming Association will be observing/ piloting and Cynthia Needham will be team BRYNNSWIM on the boat.
Will we make it across the border and back with a successful circumnavigation of Ile Ronde? Will Owls Head guide us through our adventure?

Follow my swim track here, approximate start time is 6:30am EST track.rs/charlotte

US- Canadian Border

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Georgeville or Bust Border 15 mile Swim July 19th

July 22, 2016 By Charlotte Brynn

Kiwi Flag

Georgeville, Quebec, Canada to Newport, VT USA

July 19th, 15 Miles 6 hours, 41 Minutes, 50 seconds

A Northeast Kingdom Open Water Swimming Association First

15 miles of scenic swimming in Lake Memphremagog, with a WNW Wind and cloudy skies.

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What a rush to blaze across the border, for another international swim! Thanks to Phil White of NEOWSA for supporting this swim, and BRYNNSWIM teammate and fellow adventurer Cynthia Needham for guiding me, feeding me, and sharing the grins.

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Skinner’s Island Double Crossing- July 8th

July 16, 2016 By Charlotte Brynn

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I gaze down the boat ramp at Newport’s Gateway center, there is no doubt about it, I’m excited, way excited. My adventure to Skinner’s Island is close, as soon as my foot touches the water, the words will flash across the movie screen, turn your cellphones off, this show is about to start.

I pull my goggles down, and adjust my cap, I take a few moments to take it all in, the beauty of the lake and my admiration of my team. Pilot and observer Phil White, and my capable one woman crew and teammate Cynthia Needham. Finally, Uriah Skinner, 206 years ago, he was setting off from Newport in his boat, bound for Magog to purchase contraband supplies, to bring back to the local farmers and their wives. ” It’s a better way to make a living than hard labor, I make more in one night than I would on the land, in a year”, chuckled Skinner, as he shoved off from the shore. I take the plunge and dive in to the dark waters of Lake Memphremagog.

Swim start

The water feels like silk as I slip under it’s surface and begin stroking away from the boat ramp, away from Newport and into the early morning, an old adventure and a new one, are now intertwined as one, as Uriah, and me head towards the Canadian Border.

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My heart is thumping. I drive my head down and pull through the water with long, strong strokes. I look straight down, taking in my surroundings. The water is thick with pollen, it is suspended in the water, like big snowflakes in a January snow storm. I swim through it, like a car driving through a blizzard, the pollen hitting my goggles, like snowflakes hit a windscreen.

Breathing

Django, pulls up beside me. She is a fine looking boat. A 16 ft, handcrafted dory, with Phil at the helm. He loves her, and it shows. Cynthia, is perched on the port side, looking over at me, we are eye to eye, I smile, and so does she. I am a port side swimmer, I breath to the right, meaning, that every 4 strokes, I roll to the right, getting a clear view of Django, Phil and Cynthia. There is much to keep me entertained, and I love watching. The jet boil is on, the coffee mugs are out, “it’s breakfast time, coffee and croissants, with ole Lake Memphremagog as a backdrop, what a morning”, I exclaim, as I return my eyes down, into the water. I am watching two movies, one above the water, and one below.

“I wasn’t expecting ole Magog, to kick up such a cool North wind in July”, grumbles Skinner, as he wraps a large sheet over his head. He had brought the sheet to cover his smuggled goods on the way back to Newport, not to shield himself from the wind. His cheeks burn, and he buries his head into his thick woolen sweater to better shield his face from the wind. ” All worth, a bit of discomfort” , he chuckles, ” a swig of brandy will cure all that ails me, ” he says with a grin, and with that, he put a little more heave ho into the oars, and rows quickly, down the lake, towards the Canadian Border.

Cynthia, starts reaching for my feed cup, out comes the thermos, she is pouring hot water into my feed, next she is shaking the bottle, ” Oh I can’t wait, it’s feed time”, I think. She holds the cup over the port side, and I swim up, and swipe it, like a toll operator collecting a dollar, at the toll booth. I roll onto my back, and swallow the contents. Cynthia gives me an update, ” your’e fly’n, we are past the lighthouse already, less than 3 miles to the border”, she says. I drop my feed cup,and shout ” hi,and thanks ‘, then roll onto my tummy and swim on, I’m off again.

I look deep into the water. I can see Skinner approaching the Canadian Border, in his row boat. An over-sized man, with a large frame, so big in stature that he tends to hunch over, allowing himself to bury his face from the view of others, and glance behind him on a dime, to see if he is being followed. He has bushy, thick beard, and, a half grin. A grin, giving one the impression, that he is up to no good, and getting away with it. A grin, that shouts out, I know, you know, what I’m doing, and, you’ll never catch me! ” That Captain Charlton, and his men, are just wasting their time trying to track me, for I know the ole islands of Magog, like the back of my hand, even in the dark, they’ll never find me, my precious boat, and cargo” He says, his voice trailing off into the wind.

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The US- Canadian Border, is marked by Border Buoys and a slash in the tree line, my eyes fix upon the slash in the trees, I am elated to cross into Canadian waters. The Canadian officials have granted us pre approval to enter Canada without stopping at the customs station, me and Uriah, continue into Canadian waters without skipping a beat.

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Every 30 minutes, Cynthia, calls me into Django to feed, 15 to 20 seconds later, I am back swimming, my eyes looking down into the deep waters of Lake Memphremagog, watching Skinner, on his journey, on my underwater movie screen.

Uriah, arrives at the end of Lake,in Magog, Canada. He wastes no time, tying off his beloved boat, and searching for a seller, from whom to buy his order of contraband. He repeats the list of goods in his head. ” There is the silverware, for the Robinson family,and the lace order for Mrs Dalton, a big order that one is too, she got lace for her all three of her sisters and their families, what a haul!” chuckles Skinner, as he loads the parcels of lace into his boat.
“Then there is the brandy for the loggers, and no shortage of it. The loggers in Newport, have a thirst I can barely keep up with, the most profitable of arrangements”. Chatters Skinner. “If I’m lucky, they’ll share a few swigs with me on delivery, and we will all have a few laughs about, how Captain Charlton, is still searching ole Magog for me, wet,cold and frustrated!” Skinner laughs as he imagines the scenario.
With the boat loaded, Skinner, gets to heaving the oars. His boat heads out into the night, heading south to Newport, and the border.

Cynthia holds up my feed up, ” Skinner Island is in sight”, she grins as she announces the news. I down my feed as quick as I can, I am excited to get my head back underwater, and see what’s happening to Skinner, there is less than 2 miles to go before I swim into his cave.
In the distance Skinner Island

” What a night, overcast skies, no moon to guide the captain and his men, it’s a smuggler’s night for me”, Skinner hummed. But what Skinner didn’t know was that sound had guided Captain Charlton and his men, they heard the waves against the bow of his beloved boat, they followed the sound, and within minutes, Uriah saw the lantern of the patrol boat, and it was closing in on him. Skinner, spun his boat around and heaved on his oars, he made quick work of rowing to his favorite hiding spot on ole Magog, a small overgrown Island. The island, has a shoreline of steep cliff faces. At the top of the cliffs, are heavily overgrown bushes, weeds and trees, which drape over the cliffs, concealing much of them.

Skinner pulls alongside the cliff, parts the vines and weeds, revealing a hidden cave, wide enough for six men, and tall enough for three. He unloads his parcels of lace,cases of silverware, and brandy, ties off his boat and stashes himself and all his smuggled goods at the back of the cave. Nothing left to do, now but wait it out, like he has many times before.

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I take my last feed before the cave. I know, that Skinner,is now hiding in the cave from the Captain, and his men. The frothy waves are sloshing against the walls, at the mouth of the cave, sending chills down Skinner’s spine, he can’t swim. Not much scares Uriah Skinner, but the thought of immersing himself in the cold dark waters, of Lake Memphremagog, without air, makes him shudder. The water scares him to death.

I swim stronger now. After hours of swimming, the island is before me. I can feel the cave, the darkness of it, the dampness of the air, the intensity of the moment. I swim alongside the cliffs, looking for the cave.

Captain Charlton, and his men are scouring the top of the island. They have been searching the island for hours.
” That filthy outlaw, cannot disappear, find him, we are not leaving this god forsaken island until we find him”, Charleston roared, he was in a foul mood.
” Captain, you’ll want to see this” , shouted an officer. He pulled Skinner’s beloved boat along the cliff, with a proud smile. The Captain, had had enough, he was cold, wet and angry, ” That filthy hermit can have this hellish island”, screamed the Captain. And with that he tied Skinner’s boat, on to his, the men begin to row, the Captain holding the lantern. Skinner watches from the security of his hidden cave, as his boat and the light of the lantern fade from view.
He wants to shout out, STOP, NO! He bites his tongue, ” I won’t let them win, no one catches Uriah Skinner ” he mutterers, through clenched teeth, which are chattering from the cold. Skinner knows, if he is captured, it is certain execution, back in Newport, it doesn’t matter that he is in Canadian waters, they will take him by force, across the border where they can arrest him. Shortly after, execution.

Swimming to the cave

206 years later, the hanging vines, overgrown weeds, and bushes, have gone, yet I still nearly miss the cave, it blends into the cliff, from the angle of the water. It is the perfect hiding place, if you don’t want to be found, I can see how the officers missed it all those years ago.
The rocks are flat, sharp, and slippery at the entrance. I swim up to the mouth of the cave, staying on my belly as long as I can, after 9 miles of swimming, I know my legs will not be steady, when I stand up. I slowly draw myself upright, and make my way into the cave. I am able to swim up into the mouth, the water, sloshes from side to side, just like it did for Skinner. Spider webs drape across the front entrance, and phosphorescent moss lines the inside of the cave. I make my way further back to clear the water. At the very back of the cave, there is a rock formation, similar to that of a small seat or rock perch. I sit on it, and look out, catching the tail end of a boat, moving away from the view of the cave, the view Uriah, must have seen as his beloved boat faded from his view.

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Sitting like skinner

I breath it in, and look out to the lake, Uriah Skinner, unable to swim remained a prisoner in this cave, unable to swim, he was jailed here for life”, I pondered.
I waded back out, pump my fists and shout to the Cynthia and Phil, ” let’s finish this”.
I slipped back under the water and swim for the border, feeling very determined, with purpose and drive, ” Time to go home Skinner”, I think to myself.

Excited to land

I though a lot about Skinner on the way to the US- Canadian border. I thought about how he choose to perish, rather than surrender to the officers. I thought about how his fear of the water, defined the end of his life. I imagined, he drank the brandy, and sat in the cave until, it was time to meet his maker, comforted by the fact that he had not given in. And yet Mother Nature had the ultimate victory, for his smuggled goods where of no aid to him in the cave, and the brandy did not cure all that ailed him.

One the way south, back to Newport, I no longer had Skinner to watch underwater, so I focused back on my crew. The wooden trim of Django, the proud stance of Phil, my observer and pilot. The warm smile of Cynthia, my crew, feeding me, and perching Percy, the parrot on her head to make me laugh. They were all listening to music, and when I came in to feed I heard the music too, catching a song to play in my head until my next feed, 30 minutes later.
Soon we were crossing the border, out came the New Zealand flag, dancing in the wind. I lengthen my stroke and pull for home.

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Soon we pass the light house, 2 miles, and closing. We are nearly there. I dig deep, and pull hard, my hips are high in the water, I am slipping down the lake fast. More music, this time, not from the boat, it is from the Newport Jazz festival, welcoming me home

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I make my way up the boat ramp, I am pumped! Skinner Island Double complete. I finished what Uriah Skinner had set out to do 206 years ago, escaping the cave and making my way back to Newport.
18 miles of swimming in 8 Hours, 35 minutes and 57 seconds!

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Thanks to Phil White of North East Kingdom Open Water Swim Association, Cynthia Needham, crew, Tricia Kules, of Little River Land Surveying for documenting the course and Evan Morrison, of the Marathon Swimmers Federation for hosting my tracker.

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Charlotte Brynn, Marathon Swimmer & Aquatic Adventurist

USMS Long Distance All American

World Open Water Swimmer of the Year Nominee 2013

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