Nathaniel Johnston

Mill Rock Park is a unique, gross (unless seagull poop is your thing), cramped and hard to get to little pile of rocks in the East River. Ew. As I slipped back into my kayak after walking around, I couldn’t shake the feeling that flesh eating bacteria were now a part of my day.

On the flip side, the views of Manhattan, Queens and Randall’s Island are second to none. Truly stellar. So, 3 stars instead of 1.

Bring your camera, some nose plugs and a few gallons of bactine for the paddle bavk.