The sisters stuck close to each other as we made our way across Kachemak Bay, laughing every time freezing cold water sprayed them from the bow.
I've spent a lot of time on this boat with my dad and am grateful that my daughters get to experience it too - with minimal protest about the generally cold, wet, dirty, hungry, peeing-in-a-bucket, hardiness required experience.
We stopped at Spit Sisters on the way home for hot chocolate. G was more interested in watching this guy sleep in his tent in the rain than drinking hot chocolate in a cozy cafe.
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