
03-26-2009
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Old as Dirt!
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Join Date: Nov 2008
Location: Tampa Bay Area
Posts: 1,071
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As a crumb cruncher our daughter enjoyed coloring books and puzzles. She also became our official Journalist and kept a record of our voyages complete with hand drawn pictures of events such as the time her mother rolled a kayak over in the surf at the anchorage in St. Pete; or, on another occasion, came flying out of a pretty rustic shower at Cabbage Key--in the buff--pursued by some very PO'd wasps; or, was attacked by "tarantulas" (sand crabs) that fell off low hanging tree branches as we made our way through the mangrove "Tunnel of Love" to the beach at Cayo Costa (never a dull moment!). While we were traveling, her mom used to read aloud to all of us in the cockpit, after dinner, for the "Story Hour", from Tom Sawyer, Black Beauty, Horatio Hornblower or other good story books and we all looked forward to that. We also worked on identifying stars--we each had our own--and kept track of where they rose every evening.
FWIW...
s/v HyLyte
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"It is not so much for its beauty that the sea makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air, that emanation from the waves, that so wonderfully renews a weary spirit."
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