On Friday, Aug 30, 8:19 am, I was swimming across the Hudson River. I started from Riverside Park, level 75. street, swam across to New Jersey, touched the ground and went back to Manhattan where I landed at the boundary between Hudson River Park and Riverside Park South (level 60. street). Thus the current took me down 15 streets, ie 0.75 miles (1.2 km). For half of the time (approx. 30 minutes) I was exposed to a current with an estimated speed of 1.2 Knots resulting in the aforementioned downdrift of 0.75 Miles. In all I swam a distance of 2 × 0.75 miles = 1.5 Miles (2 × 1.2 km = 2.4 km).
The 2 crossings took me 58 minutes out of which I spent at least 5 minutes watching out for motorboats. Because of the early hour of the day I had only 2 motorboats crossing my way, each at least at a distance of 150 yards. I was very relieved about that knowing that motorboats are the greatest danger to unattended open water swimming.
For those that live close to Manhattan it may not be something extraordinary to swim in the Hudson River, were it not for the fact that I am from Austria visiting the U.S. on a 24 day vacation with my family. We arrived on Monday, Aug 26 in N.Y.C. and our schedule was sooo tight that I didn’t even think about any swim, let alone crossing the Hudson. By Friday morning we had slowed down a little bit from all the sightseeing and shopping so I grabbed the opportunity. Knowing that the most reputable swim races of the world are regularly organized in the Hudson River I felt honored and privileged to immerse myself into it. According to my divng computer the water temperature was 23°C/73°F. The salinity was surprisingly low, but may have been normal for an ebb tide.
After reading all the blogs about the Manhattan Island Marathon Swim (M.I.M.S) I had familiarized myself with the treacherous waters I was about to enter, especially the tidal currents. I looked up tide tables from the area: high water was at 5:15 am, low water was due at 11:30 am and my entry time was right in between at 8:19 am. Besides it was halfmoon with neap tides causing somewhat slower currents. All that information helped me a little bit, however I still didn’t know exactly when the current would shift to downstream and how strong it would be.
As I swam towards New Jersey I passed by a huge cargo boat that was anchored right in the middle of the River. Until then there was no current at all but as soon as I approached the boat I noticed a downstream current that made it difficult to pass in front of the bow. Once I passed the ship the current started to take me down swiftly. At this point I wasn’t sure if the current would “stay” on the New Jersey side of the river or if it just started all the way from bank to bank.
Luckily halfway back, as soon as I was again on level with the cargo boat mentioned above, the current slowed down again. By this time I had already drifted 600 yards below the stern of the boat and had a magnificient view at Riverside Park South. I just made it back to shore slightly above Pier 99 (the first Pier downriver on the lefthand side) and landed exactly at a gangway. I didn’t even have to climb over the fence that would normally curtail visitors from the waterfront. I was very relieved that the thing I feared the most didn’t happen: to be arrested by the Police:). A few people observed my “arrival” and responded positively. Now I had to run back up to my starting place at Riverside Park/Level 75. Street, where I left my clothes on a pontoon (with a sign offering free Kayak rentals on weekends). When I squeezed myself between two bars to reach the pontoon a park security officer watched me from his car and asked me why I didn’t simply climb over the top bar. His nice touch rounded up my unforgettable memories of my swim across the Hudson River. Ten minutes later I was back at the Hotel and another 15 Minutes later I was off to Central Park with my son taking pictures.
After spending stressful days in major cities on the West Coast I didn’t even look forward to New York City but I was unexpectedly and surprisingly overwhelmed by it’s charm.
Cheers, Gerald
I'll concede this is an issue about which intelligent, informed people can rationally disagree. But at the risk of jumping onto this board as a noob like a bull in a china shop, humor me this: the rescue team/recovery divers chose their profession because its what they like doing. They weighed the risks before accepting the responsibility of their positions. I know a rescue/recovery diver, and he's like a child on Christmas when called for duty. Its where he finds joy and purpose. He publicly bitches and moans about how stupid people are, but privately he's glad they exist or he'd have no use for his shining armor.
Personally, I'm not one of those people who feels entitled to rescue/recovery in these situations. My choice, my consequence. If they do rescue me, God bless 'em! I'd buy them a case of their favorite adult beverage and raise a glass with them and add them to my Christmas card list. But if they chose not to, I wouldn't fault them for it. I don't expect others to put themselves in harms' way (or the taxpayers to foot the bill) because of an admittedly selfish choice I made for my own pleasure, especially if its just a matter of recovery (I'd have no remaining use for the cadaver and is there a better burial ground than becoming part of a reef?). As for my wife, she accepted the risk when she married me (I was a skydiver/base jumper/hang glider/trimix diver/solo OW swimmer when we married) and my family is insured enough to live reasonably comfortable lives without my income. But as for the kids, that's a much tougher issue. They did not chose the risk and I don't want them to grow up without a father, but at the same time, I want to live my life as an example of the values I want them to share (otherwise, who's gonna fight the no-more-football-on-the-playground-naysayers when I'm gone!?). I take reasonable precautions (I almost never swim alone without my ISHOF swim buoy) and I try within reason to swim at optimal times and places, but I'd follow Gerald across the Hudson in a second and swimming along a beach appeals to me about as much as swimming in a pool. I don't court risk for the sake of being risky. I just accept calculated risks when they stand in the way of a worthy objective, mitigating where I can. And for the record, I voluntarily gave up skydiving and hang gliding when my first child was born, so I'm not completely incorrigible.
There are people who would call you and me both foolish for swimming in the open water when pools are plentiful. Its all relative and we are all different.
By the way, I saw your post on the Tex Robertson swim. I'm doing the "Weekend Warrior" (Fri/Sat/Sun) version of that swim. Maybe I'll see you there... I promise to follow the rules and not take any unreasonable risks.:)
I'll concede this is an issue about which intelligent, informed people can rationally disagree. But at the risk of jumping onto this board as a noob like a bull in a china shop, humor me this: the rescue team/recovery divers chose their profession because its what they like doing. They weighed the risks before accepting the responsibility of their positions. I know a rescue/recovery diver, and he's like a child on Christmas when called for duty. Its where he finds joy and purpose. He publicly bitches and moans about how stupid people are, but privately he's glad they exist or he'd have no use for his shining armor.
Personally, I'm not one of those people who feels entitled to rescue/recovery in these situations. My choice, my consequence. If they do rescue me, God bless 'em! I'd buy them a case of their favorite adult beverage and raise a glass with them and add them to my Christmas card list. But if they chose not to, I wouldn't fault them for it. I don't expect others to put themselves in harms' way (or the taxpayers to foot the bill) because of an admittedly selfish choice I made for my own pleasure, especially if its just a matter of recovery (I'd have no remaining use for the cadaver and is there a better burial ground than becoming part of a reef?). As for my wife, she accepted the risk when she married me (I was a skydiver/base jumper/hang glider/trimix diver/solo OW swimmer when we married) and my family is insured enough to live reasonably comfortable lives without my income. But as for the kids, that's a much tougher issue. They did not chose the risk and I don't want them to grow up without a father, but at the same time, I want to live my life as an example of the values I want them to share (otherwise, who's gonna fight the no-more-football-on-the-playground-naysayers when I'm gone!?). I take reasonable precautions (I almost never swim alone without my ISHOF swim buoy) and I try within reason to swim at optimal times and places, but I'd follow Gerald across the Hudson in a second and swimming along a beach appeals to me about as much as swimming in a pool. I don't court risk for the sake of being risky. I just accept calculated risks when they stand in the way of a worthy objective, mitigating where I can. And for the record, I voluntarily gave up skydiving and hang gliding when my first child was born, so I'm not completely incorrigible.
There are people who would call you and me both foolish for swimming in the open water when pools are plentiful. Its all relative and we are all different.
By the way, I saw your post on the Tex Robertson swim. I'm doing the "Weekend Warrior" (Fri/Sat/Sun) version of that swim. Maybe I'll see you there... I promise to follow the rules and not take any unreasonable risks.:)
