Made it to Coinjock today. Tied to the same dock we tied to last summer. The owner even recognized us.
Al, Roy, and I walked to the Post Office, so I could mail a letter. Then we walked a short distance down the highway. Came to an old bell wagon, with bells that had been cast in 1886. Roy played a tune on them, while Al videoed it.
Went to a little grocery store and bought a bottle of orange juice. Al struck up a conversation with the owner and another guy. He was still talking when Roy and I headed back to the boat. When we got to the boat, I fixed supper and we had just sat down to eat when a pickup drove up. Sure enough, there was Al! The guy he'd been talking with had given him a ride back to the boat.
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