95 minutes later the boat was still sitting in the sand.
And that was the end of our cultural enrichment. The Things had no interest in watching anymore. Thing 2 cried when we left because he wanted to ride in the boat. And my back was killing me. After the previous day's hike I really didn't need Sketch in the Baby Bjorn for a minute longer.
All are alive, impatient, and ready for real fun - not the cultural kind.
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