Off the coast of Frye Island, uncle Phil took us out for a ride in his boat, named "Tuition Free".
Don't believe that concerned look on my mother's face. She and Dad are born sailors. Somehow, over the years, I had forgotten this.
Before. . .
Off we go!
After!
Poor Gabe. In his oversized life-jacket, he could barely move. The noise and spray and bouncing overwhelmed him.
Safe in Daddy's arms, the boat rocked Gabe to sleep.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
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