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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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