(1994) 12" x 9" Marker ink on paper. True life tales of urban exploring! On the New Jersey side of the Hudson River across from 103rd st Manhattan, off the tip of an abandoned concrete wharf a very old ferryboat lay at a severe list, its keel long stuck fast in the mud and silt. It had once been refitted as a banquet hall and party boat. The main deck was nearly fully submerged, the upper deck partially so. The wharf itself was a enormous two story derelict with roof access. As two buddies and I explored the place and boarded the half-sunken vessel we heard the deep eggbeater pitch of Vietnam-era Huey helicopters flying first down over the river towards the bay, then up again. I figured it was a training flight, perhaps out of West Point and back again.