I reached my saturation point, and needed to get outside to forestall any feeling of ennui that comes with being locked indoors on a rainy day. I turned off the television. Grabbed my running sneakers. And began to head for the door. My son Patrick asked "Daddy, I go running with you?" as he climbed up into the running stroller. Together, we took to the streets to observe the calm before the storm.
Our first destination was Bordentown Beach, where we could look out over the Delaware River. Ducks swam playful circles around one another, quite unaware of the impending storm. Small minnows darted in the shallows beneath the boating dock. The currents converged at the now-revealed sandbar, and reversed tides upstream towards the Trenton-Hamilton Marsh.
The difference between high and low tide is approximately nine feet on any given cycle. Given the perfect mixtures of storm runoff, full moon, and high tide, the forecasters expect the Delaware to swell over 25 feet. One-by-one, the more cautious members of the yacht club began to draw boats onto dry ground in anticipation of the surge. Fortunately, residential Bordentown is strategically located on a bluff above the marsh and flood plain.
We turned to head back into town, with me slowly trudging behind the jogging stroller uphill. All things considered, Bordentown was relatively quiet. A jogger here. A dog walker over there. Maybe the occasional buzz of power tools (which might suggest some final fortifications). A jog down Farnsworth Ave proved much the same business as usual. Even the liquor store/pharmacy didn't seem swarmed with those facing last minute preparations. All seemed well here in "West" Jersey. Rounding that last corner, I did stumble upon one business who took the storm a little more seriously.
It was a nice a quiet morning. It remains to be see what this evening might bring.
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