A day off, and after my morning yoga session, boy those hips are not as flexible as they used to be, and my daily five mile walk, I decided to catch the ferry to throgs neck, and ride the path back to Randall island, one of my favorite routes. So, I gathered up my gear, going lite, so no trailer, or cameras other than my iPhone. Bought tickets through the app, and saw I had five minutes to catch the boat.
I hustled to pier 11. Not far from the Ship, and got in line just as they were boarding. Stowed my bike, and found a comfortable seat in the cabin. I pulled out my phone to check any messages, and it was not until I looked up that I noticed we were passing Governor’s Island, the exact opposite direction that I had planned to go. As it turned out I was just a little to anxious, and boarded the wrong ferry. I am now on my way to either Coney Island, or Rockaway.
I have accepted this a sign, and am going along with it. What else does this day have in store for me. Wish you were here.
Post Script
The ferry dropped me off in Rockaway in the middle of a passing shower, but it was only about a ten minute wait, and the skies cleared enough to hit the road. Another little sprinkle when I was riding down Neptune Ave on Coney Island, I kept a sharp eye out for the marauding gangs ie “The Warriors “ per Zacks recommendation. Popped into a Dunkin’ Donuts for a hot coffee, and then back at it.
Looking forward to my next ride.
Webster’s Wet Plate 
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