I don't want to give away any local secrets and spoil our find, but if you're a local you'll know where it is by my saying it's right across from the regular berth of this local landmark, the skipjack Rebecca T. Ruark:
And right across from the boat that Dave used to work on during summers as a kid. My, how the years fly past.
Down at the end of the Bay Hundred peninsula, right before our routine snack and turn around for the homeward leg. 33 miles today in lovely temperatures.
2 comments:
to answer your question: a kind, sensitive, triathlete!
oh yeah, male would be nice
So where are the pics of you? :-)
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