As well as a little bit of R&R from delivery pace, and making new friends.
Days 12 – 13 – 14, October 26-28, 2018
When we left Cape May through the Cape May Canal and out into Delaware Bay, our goal was Chesapeake City on the C&D canal. We wanted to get there early to make sure we had a secure spot. We were under way in the Cape May Canal before sunrise, and passed the Lewes-Cape May Ferry Terminal at the west end of the canal as the ferries were getting ready to start their runs. Continue reading The Chesapeake is for Crabs: Rock Hall→
It was with great relief that we pulled into Atlantic Highlands, New Jersey on the eighth day of our trip. We had only traveled on four of those eight days thanks to brutal westerlies pounding Long Island Sound, making travel rediculously unpleasant. The run from Port Jefferson on Long Island, through the East River and along Manhattan’s east side, was cathartic for us. We finally felt like we were on our way. Continue reading Conquering the Jersey Shore→
In Port Jefferson, on Long Island, we wandered back to the boat after dinner at The Pie of Port Jeff, as the northwest gale was winding down. It was clear, crisp, cold. We got the pups off the boat for their last walk ashore, and talked about plans for the next day. Time to move on.
The weather forecast was good: five to ten knots out of the southwest, one foot seas, and sun in the afternoon. We had hope. Perhaps we could make some progress along our journey, after a maddening first week of just over 100 tough and unpleasant miles in the right direction. We planned an early start, with the East River and Manhattan in our sights. We hoped to make it at least to Liberty Landing in New Jersey right behind the Statue of Liberty, or better yet, Atlantic Highlands, inside Sandy Hook at the top of the Jersey Shore. Continue reading New York, New York!→
Days 5 – 8, Essex CT and Port Jefferson, NY, 10/19 – 10/21
Our departure from Essex was as beautiful as the small town itself. Serene, lovely, civilized. A freezing cold 32 degrees. We wandered down the river, paused to admire the tranquil scenery and drink coffee while waiting for the railroad bridge, then continued past Old Saybrook and out into Long Island Sound. Ready to do battle. Again. Continue reading Another Day, Another Gale→
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