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Sunday morning. Buddy took me for a walk, first thing. For an old fart, he can still drag the anchor. Buddy has far exceeded my expectations and disappointed my fears for the trip... wonderful, really, but he's reached his limit, too. Much more aggressive about expressing his needs, and even barked a time or two. He's done yeoman's service, but is clearly ready for a break from the boat. He didn't get one today. Gypsy Coffee wasn't open yet when he and I walked, so I had to circle back and get a roma mocha after i took him back to the boat. This beat up old van serves up great coffee drinks, and social ambiance to match. I'm a fan. I took a final turn around the Hudson Point grounds with my latte, soaking in the richness of this event, and the surroundings, and cultivated a little anxiety for the trip back. Fresh breeze. Reefable? A different trip back, than up, to be sure. Before I could lather up much fear, I got a ...