As a kid, I used to be impressed by that painting, thinking that he did his crossing near me (where the Delaware River is 2 miles wide and tidal). Turns out, he crossed at a spot where I could chuck a rock across it. Eye opening to my young mind when I saw the place…
Jeez, bro. I don't know. I just know that the river where he crossed is a dribble of a thing compared to where I grew up crabbing. That's all. You could probably cross it in hip boots…