We invited our neighbor Lynn and her son Keith out on Grandpa's boat for the day, and to the beach afterwards. Keith is a big fisherman, and caught the only "keeper" -- a 19 inch fluke.
Grr. Don't interrupt the fisherman when he's about his business.
At the dock, before we're off. Lynn has her youngest boy Chucky on her lap.
Everyone assumes a comfortable position in the cabin for the ride back to the marina. Made possible by Dramamine...
Nearly snoozing in a shard of sunlight.
As we ride through the marsh entrance to the marina, we spotted this great blue heron.
Best place to be at the beach during low tide: the end of the jetty.
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