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Maine Diaries: Chesapeake musings
With less than a week to go, we’re all getting to the
end of our motivation to do, well, anything at all.
Like drinking an ice slushy, or a bottle of Jäger for
that matter, cruise at first is wonderful. But then
it hits--the indelible pain in the head, the constant
throbbing of over-stressed and overworked body parts,
and the unmistakable feeling that this in all aspects
was a completely stupid idea. That isn’t to say we
haven’t all learned. We have all reached a point
where we can say we have gotten something out of our
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Maine Diaries: Thoughts of home
Here we float rocking 20 degrees or more from side to
side in no more then a five-foot swell--I’m convinced
the deck department doesn’t believe in ballasting a
boat—and thinking about when we will return home and
what we will be doing when we get there.
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