PRIVATE PROPERTY.
After trespassing on private property in search of a waterfall we were kindly asked to leave. I proceed to speak to the elderly man asking for more splashy options near by. Apparently due to the pleasant demeanor and charming rhetoric in which I spoke, the gentleman allowed us to stay put.
We decide to continue our intrusive adventures. Upon checking in at our precious inn in Hudson, NY, which looked like the byproduct should the Ace Hotel have sex with a seaside cottage in Nantucket, Andy the loquacious inn keeper mentions in passing he has a boat. He had no idea that he’d open pandora’s box with this statement. Whilst sunning on the rocks below our glorious waterfall we proceed to text Andy and invite ourselves on the boat. I believe Jess’ text read “You going out on the boat? We have Rosé!”. Within minutes we had secured at 7:30 pick up at the dock.
The 4 of us gals are greeted by a gorgeous cruiser boat peppered with 4 nautical gay men who welcomed us with wine, cheese and most importantly dirty Arnold Palmers! The next couple hours consisted of great story telling and a surreal sunset. Yesterday was one of those days where the phrase “best day ever” resonated throughout the crew. I sat at the tip of the front of the boat, dirty Arnold in hand and inhaled the simplicity of the moment and the humor of its inception.
