Then, in the lee of Manhattan skyscrapers, the seets went limp, Pat's turned the motor on, and power up the east river; we try to glide upstream under the Brooklyn Bridge, then Pat turned the boat sout h again, and bring us within fifty feet of the waterfall under the iconic bridge.
Then, in the lee of Manhattan skyscrapers, the sheets went limp, Pat turned the motor on, and powered up the East River. We glided upstream under the Brooklyn Bridge, then Pat turned the boat south again, and brought us within fifty feet of the waterfall under the iconic bridge.