And good riddance, Long Island Sound.
Day 9, October 22
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!