The water seemed to be covered in some sort of foam.
And we both got some good pictures of it .
The wind was against us.
And as we rounded the Northeastern point of the island called Canarsie Pol,
we decided to drag the boat through the shallow water instead of row.
Even as we got out into deeper water,
it was easier to pull the boat.
We eventually pulled up to a small island to have lunch.
The island was made of shells covering a bank of soft mud and our feet sank so deep it was difficult to stand.
I began to worry that if the tide changed directions we might end up at the landfill.
So we dragged the boat the rest of the way around Canarsie Pol.
And floated back to the dock.