Saturday the 17th promised to be a beautiful day, so despite Martin’s warnings seven of us showed up at the Sussex Queen diner. In Martin’s words “it’s high but ok. but with probable carrying/climbing/dragging over blowdowns and strainers – may be quite strenuous.”
What followed hardly lived up to its billing. The sun that made the day look so pleasant at the start disappeared behind the clouds not long into the trip but we never had to get out of the boats…in fact, we never got out of the boats at all, as the still muddy Wallkill flood plain was not too inviting for a lunch break.
But a quiet, beautiful, remote river….disturbed only by the sound of distant chainsaws cleaning up after Irene.
https://picasaweb.google.com/105104429344662317091/WallkillRiverSeptember172011
A note on the Sussex Queen…there’s a reason the queen was banished out this far west and there’s room in her parking lot for a rendezvous….my wife Martha grabbed a stale danish but it was way better then the coffee-some of the worst coffee I have ever tasted (and I make my coffee cowboy style when I backpack).
