I spent a glorious day on the Harbor Islands with a few girlfriends last weekend (not pictured above). It was humid and in the high 90s -- a perfect day to get out of the city and go for a swim. First we braved the murky, jellyfish-infested waters off Spectacle Island (which we promptly dubbed Trash Island after learning of its garbage-dump past), then hopped a water taxi to Lovells Island, where the water was far less gross; we even found a patch of sand to lie on amid the rocks.
The whole day's entertainment cost the price of a ferry ride from Long Wharf, a whopping $12 apiece, not counting our picnic of grapes and chocolate-chip cookies. We were already planning a return trip.
Then I picked up the paper this morning and saw the front-page report about boats dumping sewage in the harbor. Ewww. Ewww. Ewww. This is my favorite part: "thousands of gallons of sewage." We were swimming in thousands of gallons of sewage.
The EPA is putting a halt to it in the spring, apparently. Which is great news. But until then, you won't catch me near that poo-infested water.
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