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Swinging around the bend from Chandlers Wharf, we visited Chandlers Beach.
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One of the largest sandy stretches on the Island and the site of many alcohol laden parties when I was young.
Walking along its shores, I was very glad sand can’t talk.
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G. seemed to be enjoying herself.
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A photo of the wharf from the beach…
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With the Casco Bay boat docked.
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Lunch?
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It’s hard to take a bad picture on the Island.
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Even when you’re 11 and a little leery of what’s being handed to you.
No worries, it was just beach glass.
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Back in our Rolls Royce touring sedan… T. was loving the Island experience and reiterating his desire to move to Maine.
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Which is when we drove by the only affordable fixer upper piece of real estate there.
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River's world..... 
They could buy that and enlist the help of your hubs – that’s a project!
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You’re not funny…
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I was thinking the EXACT same thing.
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Stop. The both of you…
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That’s pretty cool and your Hubs would be set for life!
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No!
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See! Its not just me 😊
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I don’t care who it is, it’s still not funny.
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Sand can’t talk, but your blog can. I vote for sharing some of these stories from your misspent youth.
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Yeah…
That’s not happening!
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