Afternoon on the Partybarge

I should have been a private investigator. I easily spied this ride approaching the marina from afar.

Damned hitchhikers.

Speaking of soulless daywalkers, Shelby arrived for the afternoon float, and soon Dad and I were outnumbered by gingers.

The captain did get in for a while, but mostly the gingers stayed out of the water. Dad and I? Not so much.

The first partybarging of the summer was simply lovely. AND without sunburn too, if you can imagine.