Napping at the Cove

Napping at the Cove
While she napped (she’s not dead, realy, though Dramamine & white wine can be a nasty brew) we talked about evil boyfriends, large parties in national parks, and, Greek-Scandinavian attitudes towards personal space. Such was Sunday, the first day out sailing this season for many. I can’t believe I was out before in January. Seemed like that was spring and this is summer.

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