Found the old dropbear sign I'd posted off to the left a few days ago. Brought back good memories of being stuck in that shack on Casco Bay in Maine with the Aussies, Dave and the Von Lossnitzers for three days. Was is it two years ago now? Three? Fourteen cases of beer. Swinging lobsters. Pier diving. Sketchball Dan. Mussel hunting. Rules Which Must Not Be Spoken.
Skiing in Andorra helps make up for missing it. But not entirely. See you all in September.

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