There was a time in my life when I asked myself if my life were a prayer what would it be. With a laugh I realized the answer was, “Help me.”
Well, one thing led to another and soon I was saying, “Help me Jesus” as a prayer. After that came singing it in the shower to the tune of the Beach Boys’ song “Help Me Rhonda.” Both of my children would laugh at that, because they know I could never actually sing on tune. While I enjoy listening to music, I have no talent. So, while in my head I was singing to the tune of “Help Me Rhonda” what was coming out of my mouth was nowhere close to that. Luckily the only one listening was God, who fortunately has a good sense of humor. My singing consisted of a lot of help me’s. Mostly because I didn’t know the full words to the song by heart. But, even if I did know all the words, my ability to sing and count the number of help me’s is rather dubious. Eventually, I pulled the full lyrics off the internet and wrote the full prayer and I have included it below. The Beach Boys Prayer (to the tune of Help Me Rhonda) Well since life put me down I've been out doin' in my head Come in late at night and in the mornin' I just lay in bed Well, Jesus you look so fine (look so fine) And I know it wouldn't take much time For you to help me Jesus Help me get you into my heart Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus now Get you into my heart It was gonna be my life And I was doin’ what I can But life set a problem right down before me And it ruined my plan Well, Jesus you caught my eye (caught my eye) And I can give you lotsa reasons why You gotta help me Jesus Help me get you into my heart Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus now Get you into my heart Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus now Get you into my heart Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus Help me Jesus Help, help me Jesus
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I’ve always been interested in our family history, but not to the point of doing anything like family trees and things like that. However, I’ve started a project that I’m finding enjoyable.
My Mom has many photographs in the house. We went through a lot of them when we looked for photos to put out at Dad’s funeral service. I don’t know who a lot of the people in the photos are or the stories behind them. So, I’ve been sitting down with my Mom and going through the photos and having her tell me about them. I use my phone to record everything and then I take pictures of all the photos so they can go together. Mom says she enjoys doing that. It brings back memories for her. I love to hear all about things, not only the photos but the stories behind them. One photo was of Mom and the other women she worked with at Cargill. That led into a discussion of what working was like in her day. I’ve got ancestors from both sides of the Civil War. There was a Great-Uncle who was “passing”. Meaning he was African-American, but he was light enough to pass as a white person. However, he and my Great-Aunt never had children because they weren’t sure what color they would be. I’m learning family history and what the times were like in the past and I am delighted to share the time with Mom. I’m attaching a photo from a wedding album. Going around the table are my mom’s siblings; Louis, Mary Gayle and Terry; the Bride and Groom; my Grandfather Al and his Mother Pauline (“who was NOT happy about her daughter’s choice for a husband”); Mom’s Uncle and Aunt; finally, on the far left my Mom, Patricia. I made my first million as a currency smuggler.
In 1990 I was travelling in Europe. Northwest Airlines advertised round trip tickets to Frankfort in the paper for $375. Wow, great deal I thought. I’m going to go. Unfortunately, I couldn’t talk anyone into going with me. So, I decided I go on my own. I planned to land in Frankfort, do a big circle through Europe and then return. Part of the circle brought me through Yugoslavia. I took an overnight train to Belgrade, rented a car, drove through the countryside and then went dropped the car off in Zagreb. A whirlwind tour of the country. The country I was in before that was Italy. This was in the time before the Euro became the currency for the countries in the European Union. Italy’s currency was the Lira. When you exchanged money, you got about 1,000 lira for every dollar. When I was done with my sightseeing in Venice, I went to the train station for my train to Belgrade. I wanted to convert my left-over lira in Yugoslavian money, which I learned was called dinar. For every lira I got about 1,000 dinar. Yugoslavia had been through hyper-inflation, so their currency was not worth much. It worked out to be that close to 1,000,000 dinar would equal one dollar. By exchanging my money, I became a multi-millionaire. Like many people who become multi-millionaires overnight I proceeded to blow most of my money. On things like ten million dinar to fill up the car’s gas tank. Driving through Yugoslavia was interesting. It included a section of road where photography was forbidden, getting stopped at a military checkpoint and picking up some hitchhikers. One hitchhiker rode with me for quite a distance. I knew a little French, he knew a little English and he was disappointed that I didn’t speak Esperanto. But we managed to communicate. There was one point where we crossed the border of what would be their equivalent of a state. He pulled out his pass to show me that he was authorized to be able to cross the boundary. After I dropped off the car in Zagreb, I took a cab to the train station. When the cabbie dropped me off, he told me the fare. I gave him all the dinar I had left but that wasn’t enough. But everyone took foreign currency as it would hold its value better than dinar. I gave him the dollars I had in my wallet. Still short. I had some German Marks left from the first part of the trip, so I paid the rest of the bill with some of those. I did still have some dinar left that I could have used for part of the cab fare, but it wasn’t accessible. I had read that the government of Yugoslavia had limits on how many dinar you could take out of the country. I don’t remember the exact amount, but it was less than one million. I hid a one million dinar note and took it out with me. I am no longer a multi-millionaire. However, even if it is in a country that no longer exists, I am still a millionaire. When Alicia started kindergarten, I took her to school. The first day they had a gathering for the start of the school year. I stayed and watched. I was new to Waldorf at the time, so I didn’t know what to expect.
There wasn’t anything surprising at the start. All the children came in and sat on the right side by grades starting with second grade and going all the way back to the eighth-graders. The new first graders were led in by their kindergarten teachers and sat in the front on the left side. Then it was welcome back, introductions of the staff and other announcements. After that came the Rose Ceremony. The names of the new first graders were read off. As each name was read the child would get up and come up on stage where there was a little wooden bridge. They would cross the bridge and shake hands with their new teacher. Then one of the eighth-grade students would hand them a rose and lead them to the seats on front of the right side that was set aside for the first-graders. It was fun to watch the different children and how they approached it. Some strode up confidently, their steps on the wooden bridge ringing out for all to hear. Some were hesitant, not sure of exactly where to go. But they all made it across the bridge and into first grade. The next year when Alicia made the trip across the bridge and into first grade I was there to see it. And I started coming back to see the Rose Ceremony. Without realizing that I was building a streak, I was there for the start of every year while Alicia was at the school. And then every year while Andrew attended. And then every year while Debbie was teaching. And now, so far, every year for Debbie’s former class. I think the children also sense there is some special meaning with the Rose Ceremony. When Andrew was born later in Alicia’s first grade year, it wasn’t too long afterwards that she figured that she would be in eighth grade when he was in first grade. The first thing that she said about it was, “I can give Andrew the rose on his first day of school.” And so, she did. And so, I’m planning on being back tomorrow for the start of the school year and my twenty-fourth Rose Ceremony. I’m going to tell you about the lady in my life. Lucy is our pet dog and she’s a nine-and-a-half-year-old miniature schnauzer. She’s the one who gets me to go out for walks and keeps me company around the house. Lucy was a rescue dog. I think she may have been hit by her first owners. There have been times when I’ve reached up for an itch or to adjust my hearing aids and I’ve moved my hand quickly. Lucy will cringe and move away from me. My in-laws originally got her from the Humane Society. Apparently, her former family had a baby and found it too much to deal with both a baby and a dog. My father-in-law was beginning to suffer from dementia. He had always liked dogs. So, the idea was that having a dog to take care of would keep him active and involved. Unfortunately, he was too far gone to do that. My mother-in-law ended up taking care of Lucy in addition to all the caregiving she was doing for her husband. So, we took Lucy in. Lucy is usually a mellow dog. She is much more relaxed than the toy poodle we used to have. She does have her quirks though. She is a very sudden barker. When she barks there is no warning. She goes from zero noise to full volume with no transition. As a result, I usually end up jumping when she sounds off. I’m not even sure what she’s barking at sometimes. When she barks at people walking by in the street it’s interesting to watch her. She’ll bark at them, but the whole time her tail is wagging back and forth. I think if you could translate dog barks into English, that one would probably say, “Come and pet me or play with me, please, please.” The other day Facebook showed me some pictures I had taken a couple years ago while walking Lucy. It reminded me that I carry a camera in my phone while I’m walking. Then as if to reinforce that point when I walked Lucy that day she went sniffing at some weeds. When I looked more closely at the weeds, I noticed there were some wild roses blooming. Click went my camera. I’ve always tried to notice something beautiful in the world each day. It helped me out during some tough times to know that there was still beauty in the world. When Debbie was at home in hospice, we had her bed set up in the family room. Lucy just wanted to be on the bed with Debbie. Unless, someone came to the door. Then she would run to the door barking. We had to turn off our door bell, not because the door bell was bothering Debbie, but because Lucy would be on her bed and would start barking as soon as she heard the doorbell. She stayed with Debbie, cuddling close to her feet. Then after Debbie died, she never went back up on that bed.
Lucy’s been through a lot of leaving in her life. Her first family gave her up. My in-laws had to give her up also. Debbie died. Alicia left for Mexico, came back and then moved out. Andrew went away to college. She’s an example of resilience for me. She still experiences simple joys; cuddling on the bed, playing, chasing bunnies in the yard, sleeping. One year I was having trouble figuring out what to get Debbie for her birthday. I was coming home from work on March 24th empty handed. Debbie’s parents were coming over, so I couldn’t go shopping. I decided to stop at the florists and get a bouquet of flowers for her.
I was at the florists when inspiration hit me. I got a card to go with the flowers and wrote her a note telling her what her gift was. For each month of the year on the 24th of the month I would buy her flowers. For as last minute as it was, I wasn’t expecting much of a reaction. But, Debbie loved the idea. It was, in fact, so well received, that I just kept doing it year after year. At first, I would put a little card in with the flowers and put a note in saying, “Happy Birthday!” After about six months, Debbie told me that having a birthday every month was making her feel old. So, I changed the note to, “Happy 24th!” Over the years I got her flowers in most months and if I missed I tried to make it up later. Sometimes that meant buying her a couple rose bushes when planting season came. Some summers when she was gone to training for the next year’s teaching I would text her pictures of flowers from our yard. One year I put pictures of flowers in luggage for her to find. After Debbie died, I wanted to still send flowers. I started to send flowers on the 24th to some of the places where Debbie’s treatments had been. Or places that worked with breast cancer patients. And to Debbie’s class at the Minnesota Waldorf School. I would simply put in an unsigned note the read, “Happy 24th!” Johann Garcia, the teacher who took on Debbie’s class guessed it was me quickly. After about six months I stopped, except for the flowers at school. About twice a year, I’ll get a bouquet for Ms. Garcia’s class. It’s been a nice to keep a connection with the class. Happy 24th to all of you! Thanks for reading. I left off my last entry as I was leaving to see the eclipse in Wyoming. My traveling partner, Jeran, had just been dropped off at my house. We left around 6pm. Our projected route took us south to I-90 and from there west to Rapid City. At Rapid City we would turn south and make our way into Wyoming.
The trip was uneventful. Jeran and I listened to some audio stories, talked and took turns driving. As we neared Rapid City in the middle of the night, we stopped at a rest stop. We took a couple hour break and snoozed in the car. When it was time to get moving again I used my phone to set up a mobile hotspot. That let me use my chromebook to check my weather sites one last time. They still showed no cloud cover in our target area. We drove around Rapid City and continued into Wyoming. The traffic steadily built as we progressed. It was never what I would consider heavy. Although, I’m sure it was unusually high for those roads. We made it to Lusk around 8 in the morning. We decided to get some breakfast in town. Jeran used his smartphone to look for restaurants. There was a Subway in the middle of town and a truck stop on the southern end. The truck stop sounded better for breakfast. Lusk’s population is about 1,600 people. The Outpost Cafe was packed full and there was a line that was close to being out the door. We had nothing to do until the eclipse, so the wait didn’t bother us. The food and service were good. Afterwards, we got in the car and drove. In two blocks we were out of town and on our way to find a viewing spot. Traffic was still about the same, steady but not slow. We started passing people pulled over and stopped to view the eclipse. We wanted to go further south as the time of totality was longer the further south we got. The line of maximum totality was about 22 miles south of Lusk. A bit further on we saw a turnoff with a sign that said, “Eclipse Parking $25”. We both laughed and wondered who would pay that much when there were free spots all along this highway. (We actually saw quite a few cars parked there on our way back.) Jeran was looking at his satellite map and the path of the eclipse and found a road that led off the highway that he thought would offer a good view. We turned off onto that road. We passed a couple groups that had set up their spots to watch and kept going. Eventually we found a good spot. We had time to spare, so Jeran decided to hike a bit. He headed for some nearby hills. I walked up and down the road. There were two cars nearby. I went to the first one I walked up to and tapped on the window. They rolled down their window. “I’m just up the road from you, thought I would say hello.” “OK, thanks.” And they went back to talking to each other. The other car was friendlier, and we talked for a bit. I went back to the car as Jeran was returning from his hike. He had been to the top of a nearby hill and thought it would be a good spot to watch. We hiked up the hill and waited for the eclipse to begin. A little before 10:30 it began. Using our eclipse glasses, we could see a small piece of the sun was blocked by the moon. We still had over an hour to wait for totality. We looked off the west in the direction that the shadow of the moon would be coming from. In the distance on another hill we could see a small white object. Maybe it was a water tower; maybe some other building. We figured that based on the speed of the moon’s shadow we probably had about 30 seconds from the time that the shadow was on the building until it got to us. We also discussed that it didn’t seem to be getting darker even though the moon was covering more and more of the sun. Were our eyes adjusting to the reduced light? I took some pictures as we waited. A few of them are at the end of this post. I had decided in advance that I wouldn't photograph the eclipse itself. I wanted to savor the moment and not be worried about the camera. And then the time of totality was close. We watched to the west. The white building went dark. It was coming. I didn’t really see a clear-cut shadow approach. There wasn’t a distinct edge and it was too large to see it all. But, there was darkness approaching across the plain towards our hill. As the darkness arrived I looked up at the sun and saw the diamond ring effect. That happens just as totality begins. The last bit of sunlight shining through a valley on the moon makes it look like a ring with a bright spot at one point. Then it winked out and totality had begun. For the next about 2 and a half minutes in the middle of the day there was no sun. All around the horizon appeared as if at sunset. As you look further up the sky darkens. There is a bright star shining. It is Venus. Then you look at the sun. There is a round dark area, not surprisingly, it is the size of a full moon. It is surrounded by streams of light coming out. You are seeing the sun’s corona. Usually it is invisible, overshadowed by the sun’s brightness. The temperature has fallen. Eventually, you look back and see the white building is again visible. The eclipse is drawing to a close. The diamond ring appears again, and it is time again to use glasses to look at the sun. I wrote that last paragraph in the second person point of view hoping to give you the feeling that you were there. But, I can’t really do it justice in words. It was absolutely amazing to be there in person. It was worth the drive there. And the traffic jam afterwards as all the people who had been filtering in during the morning all left at the same time. And the drive back. It was all worth it. Time to start planning. There’s another total eclipse coming to the US on April 8, 2024. I had a trip planned for this summer to see the total eclipse that was crossing the United States. A friend was going to come with me. We had planned an itinerary to see the eclipse along with some seeing some of the Minnesota Twins minor league affiliates.
Here was our plan: Sunday morning: Drive to Cedar Rapids, Iowa Sunday afternoon: Attend Cedar Rapids Kernels baseball game Sunday evening/Monday morning: Drive to eclipse viewing location determined by cloud cover Monday afternoon/evening: Drive to Chattanooga, Tennessee Tuesday: Attend Chattanooga Lookouts baseball game Wednesday: Either drive home OR Wednesday: Drive to Elizabethton, Tennessee and watch the Elizabethton Twins baseball game Thursday: Drive home Unfortunately, it was not meant to be. My friend had to cancel due to medical reasons. I decided that I still wanted to see the eclipse, even if I had to go by myself. The baseball games will have to wait for another year. Now, I needed to find a spot to watch the eclipse. The first thing to think about was cloud cover. But also, because this was projected to be the most watched total eclipse ever, hotels had been booked full in the path of the eclipse for a long time. I knew my trip was going to consist of driving there and back without much rest. I also had to worry about roads and potential traffic. I was watching the weather forecasts the week before trying to figure out where there would be no clouds. I found a couple of websites that had cloud cover predictions projected out 84 hours. http://www.eldoradocountyweather.com/current/models/North-America/NAM-MISC/nam-total-cloud-cover.html http://weather.rap.ucar.edu/model/displayMod.php?var=eta_0_clouds&loop=loopall&hours The spot with the longest time of totality was in Missouri, so I started looking there. For a while, it looked like the spot where the line of totality crossed Interstate 35 was going to be cloud free. That spot had the advantage of probably being the quickest drive. Then the forecast started changing showing cloud cover in that area. It looked like there would be an opening in the clouds in Nebraska, but it kept moving every time the forecast updated. I didn’t want to be having to drive in traffic trying to find an opening in the clouds as the time of the eclipse approached. I started examining other possibilities. It looked like there might be a hole in the clouds in Tennessee. But, that also looked like it would be the closest place without cloud cover to most of the major population centers out east – New York, Boston, Pittsburg, Philadelphia and others. Maybe it would be too crowded. And again, the opening kept shifting location. Wyoming had always looked like it would be cloudless. Despite the longer drive time, I decided it would be my best bet to get a good look at the eclipse. I started looking closer at maps of Wyoming to pick a location. I eventually settled on a spot just south of Lusk, Wyoming. Starting from the time of the eclipse I had to work backwards to determine when I would leave. I figured leaving Sunday evening would get me there with time to spare. I had been hoping to have company on the trip, but it looked like I would be driving alone. I decided I would post on Facebook that I had room available in my car if anyone was interested. I got a response to my post. I wouldn’t have to drive alone. My post was answered by a friend I’ve known for years. Our older children were classmates with the same teacher for eight years at the Minnesota Waldorf School. We’ve kept in touch ever since. Her younger child, who had just graduated from college, wanted to see the eclipse. He had identified the same area in Wyoming to see the eclipse. And so, we left. Starting at 6pm, Sunday evening, we had a bit more than seventeen and a half hours until the eclipse began with totality starting about an hour and a half later. I’ll cover the road trip and eclipse in my next post. Spoiler alert – my perseverance pays off We live in a world of iPhones, iPads, iTunes, iEtc. The first time I saw a brand name that began with a small i and had the second letter capitalized was, surprisingly enough, not Apple. It was Motorola.
I had started working at the cellular carrier Nextel after working nine years in manufacturing. In my prior job, I had worked my way up from an entry level job to Controller. After that job ended I was a bit unsure of myself; would I be able to do as good of a job somewhere else or was my past success a fluke. So it was very gratifying a couple months later to hear my new boss tell all the managers in our weekly meeting that he finally was getting the financial data he needed to run the business. Nextel was in the process of rolling out their digital cellular around the country using technology from Motorola. Motorola had branded that technology as iDen. So, Motorola gets the nod for the earlier use of the small i back in the 1990's. Apple gets the nod for the cooler names. The work I had done got me some notice within the company and I was chosen to be a member of the team that was developing the new budget spreadsheet for the company. At one point, we were all meeting in San Francisco to go over the final version. One thing on the agenda for the meeting was to name the spreadsheet. I forget what the name ended up being. My suggestion must have been voted down; I'm not sure why. I had left the meeting early. Perhaps, if I had been there to speak up for my suggestion maybe it would have turned out differently. The name I wanted was iPlan. Just think I might have been iCool before Apple. Or alternatively, since I am talking about a spreadsheet, it could be that I would have just been an iGeek. OK, enough of that, iDone. Puerto Rico is known as the Enchanted Isle for a reason as my family discovered when we took a vacation trip there in 2008. We stayed in San Juan and rented a car. From there we explored the island from end to end.
The trip had an inauspicious beginning. The gate agent at the airport didn't want to board us on the plane since we didn't have passports. Passports aren't needed to go to Puerto Rico; it's part of the US. We got on the plane. Our hotel reservation was not in the system at the hotel. They found a room for us after a long wait in the lobby. We declined insurance on the rental car and then thought to double check with our insurance agent. Our agent said we were probably covered, but it would be a hassle. Maybe we should get the insurance. That turned into a hassle as we had to go back to the airport turn in our car and set up a new rental agreement with the insurance. Finally, we could climb back into the same car and drive away to start our vacation. From there it turned into a fantastic trip. We visited beaches, a rain forest, a cave, a mansion, an old fortress and other sights. But one day stood out from all the others. We drove east from San Juan where we stayed to Fajardo. Once there we took a snorkeling cruise. The boat we were on went out to an island where we snorkeled on the beach and learned to use the gear. I never did learn to use the flippers on my feet very well. After that we went back to the boat and they took us to another place to snorkel where there were lots of fish. Andrew and I were swimming together and became entranced with a school of fish just below us. When we looked up the boat was getting farther away; we had drifted with the current. So we had to swim back against the current to get back to the boat. Unfortunately, Debbie had become seasick and had to just sit in the boat at this point. I felt sorry for her. The one thing she needed was to get off the boat and onto land, but we still had to get back to shore. When we were back and off the boat Debbie slowly began to feel better. That was good because we had plans for later that evening. We found a semi-fast food restaurant. Alicia and I went in to get food. Alicia ordered for us all and was very proud of herself to have used only Spanish with no English. After dinner, we had planned to go on a tour to the Bio Bay. We would kayak into a lagoon where there were bioluminescent micro-organisms. We got to the launch area where we would be going off with a group and some guides. We were waiting when it started to rain. The guides thought they might have to cancel for the night, but decided to wait a while to see what the weather did. We were hoping the rain would stop because we weren't sure if we would be able to schedule another evening to come back before the end of our trip. We stood around waiting. Suddenly Andrew started hopping, swatting at his foot and saying, "Ow. Ow! OW!" He had been leaning against a tree and was standing on an anthill. The ants had swarmed over his flip flops and were biting him around the ankle stinging him. I took him to the rest room and ran cold water over his ankle. Eventually the guides decided that we could go. We were given some basic instruction on how to operate our kayaks. Among the group there were two Puerto Rican women who, very vocally made it obvious that they had never kayaked before. They asked plenty of questions. Then we were off. We went in two-person kayaks - Alicia and Debbie in one, Andrew with me sitting in the back in the other. There are several different companies that guide people into the Bio Bay; we were the first ones to leave. We had to paddle across a bay to the mouth of a channel among the mangrove trees. We would follow that channel to the lagoon. As we neared the channel suddenly there was screaming off to our right. We all looked to the sound to see the two vocal women as their kayak plunged into the mangrove trees - with both of them still furiously paddling. The channel was like a small stream we easily paddled enjoying the evening. At one point, there was a sharp bend in the channel. One of the guides stood in the waist deep water to direct us. Shortly after that we entered the lagoon. You can't see the micro-organisms that cause the bioluminescence. What you see is a blue glow when your paddle enters the water. The organisms don't glow unless they are stirred up; so, any disturbance in the water causes a blue light to appear until the water settled back. You watch the paddle and your kayak and the glow around them. Suddenly a fish swims by below you leaving a blue trail in the water. You experiment and dip your hand into the water to see the light it causes. Playfully you scoop up and handful of water and raise your arm up entranced as the glowing water cascades off your arm. After all too brief of a time the guides call for your return and you depart with fantastical memories. On the way out as we entered the channel we found out why it was such an easy paddle to get into the lagoon. We were now going against the current. It wasn't an overpowering current, but enough so that you had to work a bit harder to move. By now the other tour groups were making their way in as well, so there was two-way traffic. At the bend, there was a guide standing in the water directing the traffic. Alicia and Debbie made it past the turn. Andrew and I had been right behind them, but another kayak cut between us. Another tour group approached coming in and the traffic cop gave them priority, holding up outgoing traffic. More kayaks came up from behind us, enclosing us an all sides while we had to keep paddling just to hold position in the current. A guide's kayak came by towing the two women who couldn't control their own boat. Some of kayaks on the outside of our scrum were able to break away and continue out. Andrew and I were pushed up against the bank. We tried to make our way to the outside of the jostling mass. We would see openings and paddle for them only to see them close. Finally, we saw another opening. We paddled, but it was starting to close. And now, here comes the part where my kayak etiquette failed. I stopped paddling and put my hand on the bow of the kayak that was by our side and little behind us and pushed off. We went forward and the other kayak went…, um, well I didn't look back. We were clear. We came out in the bay about a half hour after Debbie and Alicia. We drove back to San Juan in the dark, but we were illuminated by the light of an enchanted isle. |
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