A busy freight line runs alongside the Hudson on the west side. All day and night you hear train whistles and the sound of approaching trains. In view of where we are tied up, there is a railroad bridge which looks like a relic from another century. Look closely and you can see the freight train.
The couple went out to explore the creek, and quickly came back. They had hit a sharp stick and punctured one side. They then left the dinghy tied to the boat for a few hours while they took care of important things like laundry and cocktail hour. It was dusk by the time the skipper stepped back into the dinghy to move it to the lift and return it to the garage. It swamped and almost sank, engine and all. While it was sitting there the side tube had filled with water. Thom helped him stabilize it and pumped it out with our old fashioned manual pump.