While Ailsa recently interpreted yellow as an early sign of spring, we experienced this “warm” color in a wintry way. With air temps topping out at 28F, we bundled up and visited Orchard Beach in the Bronx (aka, The Riviera of New York) on foot. Woolen-socked, shearling-lined booted foot! We could’ve paddled today, but there was something nice about walking mitten-in-mitten along the beach…like a scene from every other online dating profile. Only frozen.
Sandy beaches. Rocky beaches. Lonely beaches.
We kayakers are always leaving one beach for another. But here are some that stay with us.
1946. Jean’s mom and dad, before they were. Lake Erie beach; Lorain, Ohio
Jean’s mom, several years later. Swansboro, NC
The view from Hart Island, April 2012. Execution Rocks in the distance, rocks in the foreground.
Fort Desoto Park, FL; February 2013. Foggy day at Sweetwater Kayak Symposium
The view from Hudson Park in New Rochelle (home)
Lone polar bear. New Years Day 2013 at Hudson Park in New Rochelle
A winter day at Orchard Beach; Bronx, NY
Great Captain Island, CT
Cape Ann, MA; Late summer, 2007
This one always makes us laugh. Sound Kayakers, post-crossing from Rowayton, CT to Lloyd Neck, Long Island
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