Timing. It's all in the timing. Done right, the ebbing current makes it a fast ride. Down the Hudson, down the Harlem River, down the East River, and out into Long Island Sound.
We've gone through countless bridges and dealt with myraid bridge operators; both friendly and otherwise. For several reasons though, getting through the Spuyten Duyvil railroad bridge was especially intimidating. First, there's the name, Spuyten Duyvil, which is Dutch for "spite of the Devil". That seems a bit auspicious. Second, and this is important because I don't wish to appear the country bumpkin, how is Spuyten Duyvil even pronounced? Finally, we're on a tide dictated schedule. Being delayed, or worse ignored, by the SPY•tin DIE•vuhl RR bridge will result in many more hours underway. Worry is a down payment on a debt that may not come due. Such was the case with Spuyten Duyvil bridge. It opened for Nellie without a delay.
