We're here to canoe the southernmost stretch of the Bronx River in all its ecological wonder and industrial despair. The river's source is Davis Brook in Westchester County, just north of White Plains. From there, it winds down through grassy expanses for 15 miles and then flows for eight miles through the middle of the Bronx before emptying into the upper East River. To be plopped in the river's midst, in a canoe, on a spectacular day, is tranquilizing. This despite the bobbing tires, the submerged cars, gutted and smashed, and the potent smells.
Paul, my other guide, Majora Carter, and I drove, canoe strapped to the roof, from Garrison Avenue, deep in the South Bronx's Hunts Point neighborhood, to the put-in spot on the river's west bank. Majora, an athletic woman of 33, is a part-time canoeist and, like Paul, a full-time employee of The Point Community Development Corporation, one of three groups in the South Bronx dedicated to the economic and environmental revitalization of the area. "We want to showcase the river's miraculous return from the dead," Paul tells me. The groups have been slowly gaining success. And last fall, the City of New York announced plans to pour $60 million into a ten-year effort to restore the Bronx River. By February, cranes had hauled many of the junked cars out of the river's southernmost reaches, and meetings are currently being held to reduce the number of sewage outfalls upstream. (The money will also eventually pay for hiking and cycling trails along the banks and throughout the borough.) The restored river, it is hoped, will be the centerpiece of a Bronx renaissance. It will flow proudly and freely past the original homes of White Castle and Colin Powell, Cynthia Ozick and Grandmaster Flash, Don DeLillo and Yankee Stadium.
With private funds, The Point, now in its eighth year, has created access to the river about two miles north of its mouth. But not without considerable effort: It first had to change the designation of a city street, Lafayette Avenue, to the Hunts Point Riverside Park and then engage in a lot of heavy lifting—literally—to convert the road's dead end from a dumping ground to a put-in. The nearby half-submerged wreck of a Chrysler minivan serves as a reminder of the past.
To share its love for Bronx River ecology, The Point launched 12 canoe trips from this space last year, which it proudly calls "our park." The park runs for a sixty yards along the southwestern bank. It's really just a clearing, but it's a start, a portal to the river where, impossibly, tragically, none existed before.
Subway to Swell
Surfing Rockaway's 88th Street wave
Shoddy umbrellas and whipping winds drive most New Yorkers indoors during stormy weather. But an enlightened few have developed a more daring response: They call Tom Sena at the Rockaway Beach Surf Shop (718-474-9345) to check on the waves—and when the surf's up they head for the beach. Stretching over the last ten stops on the Brooklyn A train line, Rockaway's astroturf "lawns" and hivelike apartment buildings belie its 7.5-mile beach and bona fide surfable Atlantic swell—the only decent break accessible by subway. And during hurricane season, from August to November, the swell swells—up to ten feet, according to Sena. The legal break is at the 88th Street jetties, where you'll get a fine glimpse of the Twin Towers while waiting for a good set. A good board, however, is harder to come by. Renting isn't an option, but Sena will sell you a used one for about a hundred bucks. —JILL DAVIS
Pedaling the Palisades
There's cabbie-free cycling within spitting distance of Manhattan. To get to it, ride north along the Hudson River Drive bike path and loop up onto the upper deck of the George Washington Bridge at 178th Street, where you'll be treated to one of the wildest views in all of New York City: a long, blurry smudge of woods and rocks that rise 500 feet from the banks of the Hudson like a mirage of wilderness. Happily, the Palisades are real—preserved by the 144-square-mile Palisades Interstate Park—and five minutes past the bridge you can be screaming through the leafy expanse. Exit onto Hudson Terrace and pedal a half mile south to the park entrance and the start of the Henry Hudson Drive. Usually quiet, the Henry Hudson is a two-lane road that dips and climbs for seven miles along the river, underneath a canopy of oaks and maples so thick it makes midday feel like dusk. For more information, call the park headquarters at 201-768-1360. Bike rentals are available for $25 a day at TOGA Bike Shop (212-799-9625) on Manhattan's Upper West Side. —KATIE ARNOLD
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