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This was taken as the gondola was about to pass under the Newburgh-Beacon Bridge on Day 4. A gondola is a big boat…by some standards. You’re out there rowing, the chase boat comes alongside and it’s only twelve feet long. At that point, at thirty-six feet long, the gondola feels big. Then a cargo barge pushes by, setting up a rolling wake and you realize that your boat isn’t quite so big. A while later, when you pass under one of the many bridges that span the Hudson, you feel small, very small.
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