Author: Bill McCarthy

Stan scanned the wave swells behind me and told us to hold on tight. After a swell or two, he yells to Sandy ahead of us to, “GO! GO!” Stan and I waited another 15 seconds. He turns to me, “You go! GO!” We all churned that ocean to safety.

As we all arrived for our Sunday paddle, Katrina and Randy glided into shore on a yellow tandem kayak. They didn’t have to park a car and were set to go. It wasn’t the arrival of Polynesian Vikings, it was more like a quiet Seneca Nation of New York canoe.