Sunday, June 9, 2013
Back in the Hudson
In one way, it's become routine, this trip, though I always enjoy it more than I expect to. And there's always something a little different.
This time it was weird short steep standing waves in the East River. I think these may have been because the current was ebbing strongly but the wind was blowing upriver. Ginger shouldered them aside in fine style; once or twice I got a refreshing whisper of spray on my cheek, but that was it.
I like the boat a lot. It's a little strange, though -- as if one's wife had died and one promptly married her sister.