No, not those rocks.
Went for a sail with the Power Squadron this evening (my 3rd of the season and it was yet another pristine combination of weather & water) and on our way back from anchoring in what was a very pleasant but very shallow inlet, encountered fellow boaters in distress. Our skipper shouted out that they were heading for rocky territory…and they shouted back that they were already stuck amongst them.
It was both impressive and awe-inspiring to watch our skipper coordinate with the skipper of the grounded vessel for a speedy rescue. Nightfall was nearly upon us, as was a lowering tide. The experienced sailors set to work handing off & tying down tow lines. I couldn’t offer much assistance but was ready to jump back in the water if needed (having already taken a dip).
We gently tipped them a bit on their side so they could bob onto the water and off of the rocks. The whole process only took about 25 minutes, and we were off again, wishing one another safe voyages. The boating community looks out for its own.
It was truly a sight to behold, jetting back to the marina under a near-full moon, the lit cityscape of New York’s skyscrapers outlined in the night haze. A thrilling yet blissfully peaceful night out on the ocean…I am content.
Work is chaos, the rest of life is stress…but how lucky am I to be alive and able to participate in the events that occurred tonight? I mean even just sailing on seawater, New York City in my peripheral, under a moonlit sky…it’s hard to feel negative about anything, in that moment.
This is an adventure.