Scooting at the Pier

Meanwhile, as Mack slept all swaddled and cozy...

... Nate and I took his scooter to the pier for some scooting and waterfront exploring.

Despite the chill, Nate had room to stretch out on his green scooter (in front of Roebling, he only had a block of sidewalk to ride) and that made him happy and free. Seeing 3 big kids with scooters near, Nate scooted up to them, joining the pack. They took him in. No one said a word; no one had to. They were all on scooters and there was nothing else to do but scoot to the end of the pier near Northside, a long stretch of renovated pier extending out towards the east village like a finger.

Soon, the scooter pack was off, thundering west towards the end of the pier, towards manhattan, towards the sunset. Little Nate in his green jacket was right in the mix.

At one point, he passed the tall girl and the boy in brown.

He couldn't catch the boy in the black coat but that didn't seem to bother him.

When the foursome hit the end of the pier, the 3 big kids looked at each other, then at Nate, then at each other. They were breathing hard from the ride. Nate looked up at them. No one said a word. No one had to.