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Photographic memory

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Paparazzi: It’s not something I ever expected to experience. I’m no celebrity, let alone a beautiful one. Flutterby, though, is a beautiful lady. So on the afternoon of Tuesday, November 30th, when we finally launched… Photographic memory

Beaufort and boatyards

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After the night of big guns, our trip into Beaufort was uneventful. The most exciting thing that happened was Margaret’s discovery that the holding tank vents into the cockpit, of all places. She was cruising… Beaufort and boatyards

War and peace in the ICW

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Before going to bed, I clambered over the hatch boards and stood in the dark cockpit, my elegant red velvet and bunny-fur slippers protecting my feet from the cold. At first, only the quiet exhales… War and peace in the ICW

A rose by any other name

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Buying a boat is not an easy thing. For the past week, we’ve been struggling with disheartening survey findings, lengthy project lists, and painful price negotiations. It’s not a tale that lends itself to lighthearted… A rose by any other name

Joy to the World

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We headed out after I last wrote, looking for a lunch place in Hardeeville with “local flavor.” We landed at some sort of crabby place — the Crafty Crab? the Cozy Crab? the Crazy Crab?… Joy to the World

Life in the cheap lane

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I’m writing from the Knight’s Inn motel in Hardeeville, South Carolina. (No, we haven’t seen the boat yet.) Yesterday, we were traveling from 6:45 am, Seattle time, to 11 pm, Eastern time. We took scenic… Life in the cheap lane