Freedom to drink any ice cold, cheap American beer we want.
Railmeat with a side of Bratwurst.
The baywater was end-of-summer warm, and some of us made it
even warmer. I couldn't resist taking sea level pictures. I'd just
polished the transom of its ugly diesel smudge and thought it was
a good opportunity for a photo.
It was just deep enough to require me to kick vigorously while
snapping the photo. I love seeing the boat from the water.
The bay is nice and clean and where we anchored, about four and
a half feet deep. The rudder was inches from the bottom.
Wiener dog swam much to her chagrin, but was re-vitalized
once back on solid fiberglass and teak. "You owe me big time!".