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→
Days 3, 4 & 5, Essex, CT, Wednesday to Friday, 10/18 – 10/19
The Wednesday run from Stonington to Essex was nasty, so between more bad weather forecasts, the need for new heater parts, and the draw of a lovely eastern Connecticut town, we decided to stay in Essex awhile.
We have always enjoyed visiting to Essex. Its a fun day-trip in the off-season to look at boats and walk the dogs, but we have never spent any time there. This visit was a first, and we loved it. Continue reading Enough Already with the Weather→
Day 3, Stonington, CT to Essex, CT, Wednesday 10/17
We had a really pleasant two-night stopover in Stonington. We were safe and secure on a Dodson’s mooring for the gale, we got heater parts (that didn’t fix the problem), the Dog Watch Cafe was delightful, and we had wonderful blustery fall walks all over town with the pups. It was time to move on.
The weather forecasts for this week have been, um, not ideal. When we were getting ready to leave home over last weekend I had been watching the forecasts for the first week of our trip. They were a little bit unbelievable. Gale warnings every other day as cold fronts swept through, and the “lulls” between fronts were Small Craft Advisaries, 15 to 25 with higher gusts. Sheesh. Continue reading We Didn’t Think Long Island Sound Would Be The Hard Part→