Today marks the third anniversary of “Frankenstorm,” aka “Post Tropical Cyclone Sandy,” aka, hurricane Sandy—the 10th of the 2012 Atlantic hurricane season. She made landfall here around 8 p.m. (the very moment of this posting… spooky!) on Oct. 29, with winds of 80 mph. Full moon + high tide = water 20 percent higher than normal. (Photo above: Execution Rocks lighthouse, one of our favorite “loops.” Photo below: Same. Under very different circumstances.)
Yesterday we set out for a usual Sunday “out ’n back” with friends Gary and Ivy. An ordinary trip—but then, it’s autumn! Automatically extraordinary in every way: Glittering sunlight. Colors. Wind gusts. Snow. (Snow…?)
Yep. We actually saw more flakes than we did brightly-colored leaves. (But the trees we did see were doozies. Somebody call the fire department!)
More extraordinary moments from our trip to Milton Harbor in Rye, NY: Click for full-size slideshow 🙂
Fall colors of Ivy, Gary and Alex
Ivy all bundled up. “I can’t move!”
Alex and Gary near Milton Harbor
Yes, summer, the jig is up.
Jean’s tuilik is toasty
Jean and gathering cumulus
Gary at Rye Marina
We shop for a parking space
Gary looking extraordinarily autumnal
Atypical use of a contact tow
Fall colors (in plastic!)
To the deli on Milton Ave!
Rye Meeting House (1850s)
Halloween decorating contest
Even the parents get into it
Dock Deli all decked out
Us, after some extraordinary chicken soup!
Ivy and Jean gear up for the return trip
The Little Yellow Schoolhouse yesterday..
It’s snowing in Long Island
Cumulus radiatus over Marshlands Conservancy
“Cloud streets” running parallel with the wind direction
The wind picks up on our return. Happy sailing racers!
Snow showers in NYC?
Home at last; and a fall-inspired dinner
Horns were blasting—3 times, leaving harbor—for our dear friends, Johna and Vlad, intrepid kayak bloggers of windagainstcurrent. They tied the knot (hitch? bowline? Nah, diamond!) yesterday aboard the Atlantica at Pier 61 in NYC. We geeks were there with bells on (instead of neoprene for a change) and enjoyed a 6-hour tour on the Hudson to Staten Island and the East River. Mazel tov! Where’s my hanky?