The nights sleep was better than many on the river, but at least on the river there was no lurching of my bed as it was stationary. By the time we hit Philadelphia it was snowing. We traded the 70 degree weather for snow.
Arriving in New York was a treat. I watched the bags as Kobie went to check on the kayaks. Kobie mentioned that when he went back down to the train platform, he saw one confused porter with two 17 foot kayaks sitting there. We were very fortunate as someone from Amtrak, helped us out big time by letting us leave our bags in his office while we took the kayaks through Penn Station, dodging pedestrian traffic, up the stairs, outside and to a loading area. We weren’t able to get the kayaks there through the freight elevator so we had to take the long way around.
Kobie watched our gear while I went to pick up the SUV with a roof rack that I had rented. I was given the run around at the place on 40th street and sent up to 77th street. While I missed New York and being back made me think about living there again, I didn’t really need to be delayed right then. Kobie was waiting outside in the cold watching all our bags and two kayaks in the middle of New York City.
It took over an hour to come up with an SUV with a roof rack, but finally the incompetent staff at the car rental place finally figured things out. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut every once in awhile. I zipped back to grab Kobie and he was wearing every article of clothing he could fit on. We threw the kayaks on the roof, tied them down and then defrosted in the car.
The kayaks (and us for that matter) were heading out to Long Island. I really don’t miss rush hour traffic. I just thought about how nice it would be to wear cotton clothing and have a choice of footwear after four months in the same pair of hiking boots.
Once we were on the road I felt much better about the kayaks. Kobie and I even joked that we might pitch a tent in the back yard, if only there were some biting insects.