The buses here don't run on Sunday, so Roy got my bicycle out and I assembled it. Wanted to get a street map and also wanted to locate West Marine, which another boater had told us was within walking distance of here. Ha! Rode my bike for miles and didn't see it, but I did buy a street map and sun block at a couple of drugstores along the way. Clouds were moving in and starting to sprinkle, so I returned to the boat. Roy had just gotten back from Boat Owners Warehouse, which is just a couple of blocks up Broadway (U.S. 1).
While we were eating lunch, the rain began in earnest. Roy filled the tank and a five-gallon jug. It was a good afternoon to do indoor things, so I worked up my Federal income tax, and Roy began putting grommets in the new awning. After a couple of hours, the rain quit, so Roy hopped on his bike and headed for West Marine, and I went Royaking to clear the cobwebs out of my head. Taxes are so booooring! It sure felt good to get some fresh air and exercise, but it was too late in the day to go very far, so I turned back after 45 minutes. Roy had also turned back; he had suddenly realized that it was almost five o'clock, and he wouldn't be able to get back in, because they lock the gate at five and we don't have a key yet. Neither of us had thought of the gate when he left, so it's lucky he remembered and got back in time.
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