Saturday, July 9, 2011
There was another crossing where we had been visiting relatives when we discovered our baby - I think she was about 10 months at the time - came down with the chicken pox. I knew what it was immediately because her sister had also had it two weeks earlier, the exact incubation time of the disease. We headed for home right away but had to make the crossing on the ferry, which fortunately was the larger one. It was a day with heavy fog but warm enough and with calm seas so I spent the entire trip on a bench outside in the fog, not wanting to expose anyone to the highly contagious disease the baby had. It was the longest trip I'd every made across the sound, with the boat's fog horn sounding regularly. The baby slept through it all, which was amazing, but I had to endure it.
On a beautiful calm day the trip is great fun. It allows us to avoid the busy roads around NYC and walk around the boat rather than sit in a car for hours. But on a bad day it can be a nightmare.