Mark the second Marooned a draft

It shares its title, date, slug, era and location with 20260519_mondsee.md,
having been copied from it, so both resolved to /marooned.html. Pelican 4.11
silently lets the second overwrite the first; 4.12 refuses to build at all. It
was never committed, so nothing was ever lost on the live site, but it would
have broken the next deploy either loudly or quietly depending on which Pelican
bucur happened to be carrying.

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+title: Marooned
+date: 2026-05-19 13:30
+author: T. F.
+tags: sailing, alcohol, drugs
+slug: marooned
+era: 1997
+location: 47.8496016025711, 13.350667930492033
+read_more: Set sail →
+status: draft
+
+I accepted the parental decision of not allowing me to ride with XXX who had just gotten his driver's license a few months ago but at least I was allowed to go at all. The plan was to drive to France to YYY's parents holiday house near lake ZZZ. I had been there two years earlier when YYY had been a closer friend. 
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+In the meantime, increased pubescent testosterone levels seemed to have favored his least positive traits and being around him felt slightly awkward. But he was one of the cool kids in class and after my initiation into the new hormone and drug fueled realities among my peers after my one year absence I kind of felt flattered he even remembered me and found me worthy of joining them for a week long vacation at the lake house.
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+His mom and dad offered me a ride there and that arrangement put my parents anxieties about my safety at ease and although it sounded way less fun to me than riding with my buddies I would survive the three hour drive with boring adults.
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+Or so I had hoped, clinging on to the headrest of the driver's seat in front of me, crammed in the rear jumpseat of the Porsche 911, a beast of an engine roaring mere inches behind my back. YYY's dad was chuckling while he raced down the Autobahn at a speed my body had never experienced. The plastic spoon in his right hand was dripping from the large piece of ice cream he carefully manoevered toward his face from the cup he held in his other hand while his smiling wife held the leather bound steering wheel as steady as she could, leaning over from the passenger seat. Fearing for my life and cursing my parents for having to endure this complete insanity instead of a relaxed drive with my probably over-careful young rookie driver friend XXX.
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+Two endless hours later we eventually rolled into the gravel driveway and I was happy to see my friends waiting in the garden. Of course there was the usual awkwardness of having to spend time with parents but we made the best of it. We spent a few hours at the lakeshore swimming, fishing, and watching XXX's screaming dad chase more adrenaline kicks riding one one waterski across the water. As tradition wills it we ended the idyllic family summer day with a barbecue and went to bed earlyd