I ran her up on the beach and dropped the sails. While I prepped the boat for getting back on the trailer, I incurred the wrath of some crazy people camping (illegally) next to me. A young woman had gotten into a canoe and I asked if she had a life jacket. Her mother (wicked step-mother? owner?) started telling me how she was a professional canoe instructor and that everything was safe. Then she went all crazy, jabbering about drug dealers and all kinds of crap. Man, I love Salem.