Another magical August at Naushon. Freddy got in touch with his New England roots these last few weeks as he braved the stiff currents of Woods Hole and the requisite accompanying flotation device, a howling nor'easter, ferocious ticks, vicious fishes (thanks to our brave fishermen for taming those beasts), a persistent gull with an eerie likeness to FRD's great-grandfather Riggs, oodles of adoring aunts and uncles and cousins and friends, a lively hike to Tarpaulin Cove, rustic baths, a father-son matching Woods Hole t-shirt cute-off, and more knockout sunsets than a little boy can shake some seaweed at.
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