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The day brightens a bit, but I stayed between Newburgh–to my back–and Beacon.
Whenever a boat passed, the gulls followed, feasting on the small fish stunned by the props.
The town below gets its name from the mountain, Mount Beacon.
Local squalls obscured the area north of Newburgh-Beacon.
Following Sarah Ann northbound was the indefatigable Buchanan 12.
A few miles upriver Buchanan 12 swapped these scows out for a loaded set, and in a few hours, returned southbound.
All photos by Will Van Dorp.
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