Montauk Yacht Club Resort & Marina
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... undergoing repair works. We were even allowed on board which was a bonus. There is also a restored 1841 whaling boat. They have replicated a maritime village from the early 1800's with original buildings from the area. It's still bloody cold and thank goodness for my beanie with a peak.
(Sioux here. I was keen to look at the surrounding area so it was back behind the wheel and off driving again. Just when Jarn was ready to turn around and head back ...
... couple of road signs that said 'Thickly Settled', which I was mystified by (are they talking about my waistline?) It turns out that it means densely populated and you must not drive more than 30 mph. Who knew?
The end of the day brought us to Mystic, CT. We walked around a bit as the sun was going down, catching some beautiful light and chatting with a road-tripping couple from Seattle. They have a motorhome and are spending a year on the road. I'm envious.
... discuss the top-secret Manhattan project (to develop an atom bomb). U.S. Supreme Court Justice Felix Frankfurter was a friend of both FDR and Bohr and served as a contact person between the two. A letter dated September 8, 1944, Frankfurter began thus:
Here is a letter from my Danish friend.'
The 'friend' was Niels Bohr. Unfortunately, Jens was unable to find the Bohr letter and has now sent ...
... each other with opulence. It was a seventy room mansion with sea views hence the name Breakers because of the sea breaking over the shore. It was sold to the equivalent of their National trust in 1972 for $365000 We left behind the Pilgrims and The Mansions and made our way towards Mystic for our overnight stop. Unfortunately we were outside of town so we didn't actually get to see the town of Mystic but the town map looked very ...
I want to keep this short and painless since 7/10th of my friendships are sustained based upon the fact I have a black hole in my thoracic cavity where my anatomical heart should reside, which some people find endearing. Gotta please my people. So I've been trying to make sense of some "thing" that blatantly defies all logic. Here's my beef: how can a person, in 120 hours, rob you of your apathy and make you feel stuff? You sit there in the aftermath, disheveled ...