I rode past this dude fishing off of the BPC esplanade, on my way into work this morning. I had to stop and get a shot of that striped bass that he had just landed. It looks like it is probably a 10 pounder. I felt bad for him though, because as he was wrestling the hook out of the fish’s mouth, he knocked one of his poles into the Hudson. So, in the shot above he is actually cursing and attempting to snag his other pole with the gaffe. Poor guy. I hope that he was able to find it.
Speaking of the esplanade, the Wall St. 3 mile race was last night. The finish line was about a half mile south of where I snapped the shot above. It was a lot of fun. A few of my friends from the running club were there, as well as some friends that I used to work with. We all met up before and after the race. The race itself was as crazy as usual. But I have to say weather-wise it was probably the most pleasant iteration that I have seen, to date. I think that I ended up with a 19:30ish. But the official results still weren’t up when I started writing this.
For the weekend: mellow mixed with mellow is what I’m hoping for. Next weekend I’ll be off to Charleston. Enjoy the weekend!