Friday, August 14, 2009

On our way home we kept passing signs with weird
names of places. This was one of the worst, next to Slaughter
Neck. I'd probably never go to this beach, it sounds like a bad
horror movie. I looked up why its called that, not very
interesting. It was either after the horse shoe crabs that would
wash up on shore and die, or a local postmaster named William

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