While pounding abalone at some friends' house Sunday afternoon, I heard a loud "Woah, COOL!" from the daughter of one of the guests. There, on the fence not two feet from me, was this dude.
It's worth pointing out that these friends live in East Corte Madera-on the water with a perfect view of the bay and Edward's sailing ground. If Brendhan the stow away was given a burial at sea, this would be the perfect venue for a resurection. Or, perhaps this guy is just Brendhan 2.0.
Brendhan 1.0 meets Brendhan 2.0.
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Not to burst any resurrection bubbles, but Brendhan 1.5 is sitting in a Ziploc baggie in my family room still.
This is interesting as a mantid (anagram of damn it) showed up in a kayaker blog recently too.
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