For the third time in as many weeks, D and I headed north to the Stanwood area to find roads less traveled and more suited to learning how that darned clutch works. I don't think he appreciates his ancient parents' reluctance to try new-fangled gadgets like automatic transmissions, but the concept is becoming clearer to him. What I didn't warn him about yesterday was that it was also a chance to go to the beach. We swung by Cama and walked down to the shore - seemed very quiet, although Jeff reported things were staying busy. After half an hour or so we headed back towards Stanwood in search of burgers.
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