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Captain’s Log, Day Twenty-Seven
June 14, 2022
Captain’s log, day twenty-seven of our first real retirement voyage. Although we aren’t totally retired. And except that I am not the captain.
Hello, I am almost caught up from my days in internet absence land. I’m now writing about yesterday. Amazing.
We were at Manson’s Landing, another lovely little bay with a lagoon nearby which is simply magical. Depending on the tide it is a shallow area with lots of places to play in the water, or a deep and rushing one. There’s lots of sand making it a very cool place for kids to build things and play.
When we arrived yesterday and dropped the anchor it was apt for this location to see a man wander to the beach, drop his clothes and saunter to the water. Nothing but water shoes on. After all, the stretch at the top is sandy but further into the water there are some gravelly bits. He had a swim and then he walked out of the water and draped his towel around his shoulders. Yes, the upper half of his body. I did not get out the binoculars but you can imagine. Then he bent over ass towards us. Time to avert my gaze. He eventually lay down in the sand, still starkers. His whole body has seen some sun so clearly, this was not the first time he has done this.
