We had a party with what was known, twelve years ago, as the "magnetic deviants" and other friends to celebrate the life aboard, Robert's birthday, our 25th anniversary and also Jean's birthday. Robert then decided that pushing to do the north part of the cruising life at this time was too much, and discovered that retirement is one of life's five major stressors. So we are "sliding into retirement" at this point with small trips up and down the coast, by car. The boat work will always be there. We have hit beaches that allow dogs, beaches where dogs run free and beaches where if you take a dog on the sand, you will be shot, flayed, and jailed. Civilization along the coast is not for dogs. Today they got to run north of Morro Bay, chasing other dogs and humans. They got a short run at San Simeon beach, with the Castle a distant shadow in the hills. This side of the beach is a bit more restful - but makes us restless. We may be back onto some sailing plan sooner than we think. Presently, we just celebrate the pirates we know.
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