JT Paddles to Jersey City.
For weeks I had wondered what "Surf City" was on the shop's trip calendar. Of course, I learned earlier that week when we took clients, but still, I kick a kick out of Surf City: it's a waterfront pub, not surfing in the slightest sense.
Tracy heading down current. Cruise ship and fireboat in the distance.
JT observes some sunfish.
As we paddled in to Morris Canal, we saw a quartet of small sailboats moving in formation, parallel, then in a line, then whirling in a line.
Warming by the Fire.
Surf City has a gas-powered fire pit. We took it over, ordered food and drinks, and settled in.
A Tall Ship.
My camera doesn't capture night shots well, but I did get a couple: an unusually tall-masted sailboat, and lower Manhattan from across the way.
Kayaks at the ready, Manhattan in the background.
There were steady winds from the southwest, and as we headed back, they kicking up a steady following sea. By the time we got back to Pier 40, a steady surge of waves was carrying us in. One to two feet high, we surfed in - surf city after all.