Arrived in Connecticut this past weekend. Mother Nature has a nasty way of letting me know if I get here too early. The new canoe is tucked away safely in the garage. The old Grumman is under the snow.
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Yup. Too early. I paddled over to peanut island the other day and snorkeled It was fabulous.
Leslie
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This is just one way that Mother Nature works to even the score — for you escaping the heat, humidity, and sweat that the rest of us [enjoy] [endure].
Nasty, yes, She can be mean, too. Watch out!
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26 degrees here a few hours ago! NO SUN, EITHER.
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Not supposed to play favourites with the boats! That poor Grumman!
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I call it protecting my investment.
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Hi Ron, I have saved a space for you on the south fork of the St. Lucie River this Sunday. If you leave today, you’ll be here in plenty of time. 🙂
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And I will probably be thawed out by the time I get there.
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