March 24, 2012 2:40:13 PM EDT
*We come to a slow and "park" next to the harbor. The harbor keeper (This is a male version of the pictures on the first page wearing torn, worn, and sandy colored rags.) walks out, and rasping, ties the boat to the dock.*
I know it's not much, but we're here, and the harkeep as they call it here, takes good care of the place...