It’s 6 AM on a Tuesday, and you’re already barefoot on the dock, coffee in one hand, fishing rod in the other, because the tide chart whispered secrets to you at 3 AM. It’s owning three pairs of rain boots and zero umbrellas. It’s naming the local heron “Gandalf” and genuinely worrying when he doesn’t show up for two days.
We call it .
There’s a specific kind of madness that hits you when you live along the bay. Not the bad kind. The best kind. baycrazy
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