Strange Days, Indeed
It's getting a little weird: NYC Ferry service may be suspended for days due to ice in rivers. That's including the East River, which is actually a saltwater tidal estuary.
I didn't see service was suspended because the schedule wasn't updated until ten minutes before the ferry was due to arrive. So I was already standing at the gate, waiting, hoping someone would open up.
No dice.
The turned a somewhat straightforward process to get to the pool into seven miles of walking and three separate trains. However, in the end, I did get to swim.
I thought Manhattan would be in better shape than Astoria in terms of walking, but it wasn't. Giant masses of snow (some taller than me) were piled up on the side of major streets, and some intersections were just sacrificed in terms of walking. It's all triage right now.
Our trash got picked up today for the first time in a week. That's good news.
The high tomorrow is only projected to be 16F (20 degrees lower than usual), so the ferry isn't going to run for a while (the first time since 2015 service has been suspended for ice). Meanwhile, I'm discovering how a thick scarf is critical to your comfort level when it's below 15F. I wasn't even cold walking around today, thanks to the scarf. Well, and six other layers of clothing. And a heated jacket.
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