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Just got back...
from the property tour.
Funny thing about that. My tide tables were for 2007, but I figured, hey, both odd years, both Novembers, right.
It'll take me a while to get over the snorkle incident.
Week 63 is not recommended, as that's out beyond the end of the year and the end of the reef. Well, "artificial reef". Made of submerged vessels. Well, "garbage scow" is a vessel, you know. Oh, and the "abundant shore life" seems to consist mainly of rather grumpy fiddler crabs and tonnes of sea gulls. Not the "Jonathon Livingston" type, but the "eat spoiled garbage, attach living creatures who are holding french fries, and poops-on-everything" variety. "Aquatic Rats With Wings" is the genus name.
I was also accosted by a rather amorous otter, much to my chagrin. It's my fault, actually. I did smell rather much like (dead) shellfish. You can't climb a garbage dune the same way you climb a sand dune.
I'm beginning to think that real estate speculation is not for me.
I'm going back to my earlier trade, itinerant bikini-waxer.
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