8/16 – Floating friends, napping on shore

37 miles.

Tried on hats at Swain’s, poked around tide pools in Salt Creek/Tongue Point, sat around a lake, grilled many things, drank spicy margaritas, and launched some cobs towards the Olympics with an enormous slingshot. Good people. I perhaps oversocialized after so much mountain time, and napped like a cat. It was wonderful.

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