Have you ever seen so many mossy wooden poles in one place? I thought not.
Madeline and Molly admire all the poles. That's right, I'm going to be typing "poles" a lot.
Pole distribution center.
A pole graveyard extending partway out to Washington.
Brody looks for a nice place to sit and contemplate why he keeps finding melted chapstick in Madeline's pockets.
Rocks and poles and water, oh my.
Almost lickable.
Alright, no more poles. Sorry.
Haha! I lied!
A sharp reminder of why hopping from pole to pole is best left to stuntmen and Italian plumbers.
The males always fall asleep like that after finishing. Typical.
Bertha: Henry! Henry! Bring back a clown fish this time! I love that Finding Nemo movie.
Banished from the main deck for playing with his flippers in public. Again.
You've never been that relaxed.
