Ferry 'Cross The Mersey

I love a ferry for its constraints. It turns sailing and all wild navigation placid; it is endeavor itself put out to pasture. I'm perverse enough to stand on the deck of a ferry and make it out to be another, slower moving sidewalk.

We've had a few conversations where we've gotten enthusiastic about urban boating. That you could paddle to work on a canal, put in at a bare little dock, and walk up into the hustle of the city. It's nice enough, but it's fine too as is to just make a break with a recreational ferry, to somewhere unnecessary. The pilot's quotidian can at least be your secession, if you don't overindulge.

(Given that we're always having to step into each other's territory, we might as well make interesting territory to step into, OK?)