This summer has been hot. Like the-cat-is-begging-you-to-shave-him hot. So when it feels

This summer has been hot. Like the-cat-is-begging-you-to-shave-him hot. So when it feels as though hell has broken loose (and I think we can all agree: It does), it’s time to throw caution to the wind and get relief where you can. So grab that picnic blanket from the meal you just enjoyed on the waterfront, slip into your suit, and dive right off the rocks at Gasworks Park. Yeah, the sign says “No swimming,” and you’ve heard stuff about the gunk that’s also swimming in Lake Union. But I refuse to believe it’s funkier than any of the stuff in Green Lake, and I guarantee you it’s nothing a shower can’t fix. Remember to stick within 25 feet of the shore to avoid boat traffic, and don’t be that jerk who shouts “Row, row” at the boats going by. You can make them jealous enough by performing an epic cannonball in front of Seattle’s gorgeous skyline. Take the plunge and break the rules.