The Fisherman & The Mermaid-Chap 11 & 12
CHAPTER 11 We went boating the following day, taking a lunch from the deli along with some chairs, umbrella, blanket, and a big rubber tire tube. It was Labor Day Weekend—the last big weekend of the summer, although I’ve always enjoyed the later weekends in September—and we planned to enjoy it to the max. I drove the boat out of the harbor, turned left, but grounded it around half way to Crane’s Neck. The beach there is deserted. There’s a big marsh behind the beach and no homes for almost a mile. A small creek leads to the marsh. At high tide the water rushes in and as it ebbs the water rushes out. It’s a blast riding a tube either way, especially because the bottom is only inches below the surface and it’s covered …