I went sailing which included some camping, which means friends and beaches and dinners, and this time it meant a hearty dose of that Maine Classic-- da FOG! BWAAAAAAAAA
Blow 'em horns if you got 'em.
BWWWAAAAAAAA
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| Cap'n Jon sails into the first beach WITH NEW HEADSAIL! He fast now! Check out that fast bowwave, it serious! |
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| ROMANTIC BEACH TIMES we hold hands and tell stories and call each other "CHAP" |
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| I had to swear that I wasn't going to post this picture. The Commodore in his "new" tent! Tres Chic! "Hey! You kids!" I will save you the trouble, you can see the difference between his new tent and his old tent here! No more fenders... I guess? And blue. |
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| With Chef Juan absent, Chef Jon has to make us Montreal Rub Steak Tips on the aforementioned ROMANTIC BEACH. MEEEAAAATTT |
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| The last we see of a good friend for many days... |
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| A taste of what is to come. It seemed dramatic and cool at the moment. |
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| The fog rolls in from the south. The Commodore inspects this beach as I walk the meadows. Many invasive plants- like decorative prickers that will soon making walking this meadow impossibly annoying. |
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| Light winds, a little sun, we make quick for our next island camping desination. |
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| The south facing beach generated enough head to keep us in an island of sun in an ocean of fog. We dried our sleeping gear, which was a good idea. |
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| In the evening, the fog rolled in and wiped our sunny sanctuary into oblivion. |
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| Rowing to Brooklin we watch islands materialize out of the mists and disappear again off our sterns. |
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| HERE WE RUN INTO SOMEONE FAMOUS. We chat about the fog and continue on. |
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| The fog makes the 21st century a mirage in our memories. For a moment we enter the portals of time and see the world as it was. |
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| Sausage Brian gets a dose of mist mixed with his cup of rowing. |
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| This is a good time to contemplate mortality, philosophy, and the point of it all. We row endlessly into the fog. Solitary points in our own small universes. |
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| Night time fog! Everything is wet and cold and clammy. Can't wait to crawl into that sleeping bag! I do say, CHAP! That fog is sure a good diversion! |
