A couple nights ago, the crew and I had the pleasure of staying at Jonathan Dickinson State Park. We needed to get from Vero Beach, where we had stayed the night before, to Miami Beach, where we are now, and the park was about halfway between the two. Since it was labor day weekend, the place was packed and we were lucky to get a spot.
We got there in the late afternoon after a difficult day of driving. Josh did some work on Tilly while I cooked dinner. We ate outside and drank PBRs (because 'merica). Our neighbors were very drunk, and sang a bunch of country songs very loudly and off-key, but it was kind of nice.
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| Me and the old girl. |
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