I arrived at the ‘Boatel‘ after dark. This is Constance Hockaday’s floating-art-project-hotel.
The very first thing that Connie did when I got there was to grab a glowing jelly fish out of the water to show me.
Then we went for a swim with her friend Adrian.
This is Connie under water. It was warm and as relaxing as a bath.
Connie made me a hot dog.
Served on a paper plate in the cabin of her little boat, it was the best dinner imaginable.
Connie showed me to my room.
I slept on the deck of the boat and was rocked to sleep by the waves.
The next morning on the Boatel,
Connie gave me a tour of the place:
her friend Adam’s boat,
and a dock that she made to connect all the boats she fixed up.
I was so impressed with her work and the way that she had fit her life neatly into the marina.
Connie said that she would give Moses and I a ride, not only to pick up the my boat but also to drop us off in the Jamaica Bay Wildlife Refuge.
We set out with Adrian in the morning.
It was such a nice morning, that I almost dreaded paddling again.
We picked up my boat from the park and sped across the bay.
Moses and I tried to figure out the best spot to land.
We said goodbye to Connie and Adrian,
and they left us to our own devices.
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