North along the ice-bound Hudson
By Johna Till Johnson
It was the first weekend in February. I was back in town. Brian’s broken elbow had healed. It was a beautiful day: Sunny, windless, relatively warm.
So we headed to Yonkers Paddling and Rowing Club to take out our boats for the first time in… too long.
“It might be iced in,” I cautioned as we drove. But I didn’t really think so. Yes, there’d been the Polar Vortex and its sub-freezing temperatures earlier in the week. But we’d had several days of warmth.
Surely everything was melted by now?
As we gazed at the ice-locked boat ramp, the only thing we could do was laugh. “We’re not going out today!” I said. “Nope!” Brian agreed.
Instead, we went out to the end of the pier and took pictures of each other and the frozen Hudson. And laughed in the sunshine.
Johna at end of dock
We drove back to Brooklyn along the West Side highway, watching the ice in the river diminish as we headed south. Inwood, where Julie paddles, was still packed in, but the river was mostly ice-free by the George Washington Bridge. The embayment at Pier 84 was wide open; had my Avocet been seaworthy, I could have taken it out. And I later learned that Bonnie had had a lovely paddle that same weekend in Jamaica Bay. Yonkers was just slightly too far north to permit us to go out.
Ice ice baby!
But we didn’t mind! We had a lovely excursion in the sun and mild air, and saw ice floes in the Hudson. Next time….
Johna looking south
Posted in Kayaking, Life, Nature, New York City
Tagged Hudson River, Ice, ice floes, Inwood, Inwood Canoe Club, Jamaica Bay, Kayaking, Yonkers, Yonkers Paddling and Rowing Club
Sunrise and crescent moon, Key Largo
By Johna Till Johnson
It’s been cold and icy in the Northeast. Between the weather, and travel, I hadn’t made it out out on the water this month.
Now it was the last day of January.
I was in Key Largo for a work function, and had a free afternoon. The sit-on-top boats were piled in a stack on the beach. There were a few more hours of daylight left, so I rented one.
And so I found myself once again on the waters of Florida Bay in the waning afternoon light. I paddled southwest down the coast for a bit, until I came to a long stretch of mangroves. Then out into the bay, against the wind and a slight chop, heading back northeast.
Cormorants on lighthouse at sunset
Florida Bay never ceases to surprise. Although it was windy and bouncy out in the open, as I came up to the coastline and headed southwest once more, the water grew calm and glassy. And what was that ahead? To my astonishment, a sight more common in NY harbor: A tug and barge. I paddled up close, trying to discern what it was up to, but couldn’t figure it out. The sun was setting, so at last I gave up and headed back home.
I didn’t take the time to grab the waterproof camera, so you’ll have to make do with other photos from the trip. But 2019 started off on the right foot!
Because every palm tree needs a missile!
(And no, I haven’t the vaguest idea why this palm tree is strapped to a missile. That’s the fun thing about the keys: unexpected weirdness abounds!)