Here's what we took:
We had Cookie Bite, on Barlett's, all to ourselves. Even got the yacht club's mooring. Thank you, yacht club!
There was lots of beauty.
And then there were hot dogs. (We'd also had hot dogs for lunch on another beach. I'm torn between disgust at eating hot dogs at two meals in one day and conviction that we're doing life right.)
Some goofing about...
...and some s'mores. Lots of s'mores, actually.
We discovered that s'mores are not bad made with Ritz crackers. Perhaps even better than when made with Graham crackers. It depends how you feel about salt.
And then there were board games.
And then there was collapsing, followed by Chandler falling off her bunk repeatedly in the night. Next time, she gets the forward berth. She can't fall out of it (it's a big platform) and then I won't have to crawl into it (it's in a tiny space, hence the crawling).
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