OK, I probably shouldn't count this as a "day on the water," but I literally was "on the water." Standing on it, slipping on it and endangering life, limb and hound on it. But still, a day "on the water?"
The scene at North Point looked more like Baffin Island. Huge flows attached to the shoreline from the pack ice getting pushed up over the rocks on shore.
I venrtured out a little but did not want to risk a cold water survival episode. But the ice was very solid. Maybe not DN racing solid, but walkable.
We heard some "booming" noises offshore that could have been mistaken for thunder, had it not been so incessant. Turned out it was a pusher tug with a bunker barge ahead, bashing its way up the Brewerton Channel. We watched it go by and quietly applauded its accomplshment. I shot some video. What's creepy is there were a flock of birds on the ice out further, past the tug, and their vocalizations sound like people shouting "HELP! Help help HELLLLLLLLP!" I guess they were gulls. Or maybe cormorants. Rest assured, it was not human.
So, no boats were involved and it was just cold feet on hard water, but it was a day. Quite a day, in fact.