I spent a lot of Saturday waiting to fly at Mussel Rock, and it just never happened. If I was smart, I would have hiked up the Green Monster and launched from there. Instead I sat around in my lawn chair at Walker launch, and read Slash's autobiography. But the weather/views were nice, and the book was interesting.
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Not a bad spot to read a book for a few hours. |
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A bummer to hike out instead of flying, but that's the way it goes. |