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Borovoe: Pier and Beach
Three mornings on the pier in Borovoe: my first perch on a spinning rod in twenty years, and the beach where my son learned to swim.
Three mornings on the pier in Borovoe: my first perch on a spinning rod in twenty years, and the beach where my son learned to swim.
The start of our family vacation in Borovoe: an overnight train from Kostanay, my son's first-ever train ride, and our first day at the resort.
Sunday flew by: groceries, the weekly report, and half a day trying to rent a mailbox in Chicago. Two sites charged me; neither gave me a box.
The first post on the diary. A bit about how the site works and how I dictate these entries.