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7/1/08 - Sunny morning, half the
anchorage had headed north by 7am. At 8 we joined the exodus, heading
north for Atlantic City or perhaps on to Barnegat. The wind today and
tomorrow favors travel north, after 3 nights in Cape May we were ready
for a change of scenery. We sailed and motor sailed the 30 miles to
Atlantic City. Ruth felt a strong force drawing her to Atlantic City and
I wisely complied with her wishes. We took a slip in the marina in front
of Trump's marina casino so Ruth could go make a contribution to the
Donald's lifestyle. She did!
Miles phoned, they made great time to Cape May. Learning we were in
Atlantic City they decided to made a run for it, figuring to be in well
before dark. In fact they arrived about 8pm after a 14 hour day and
around 117 nm.
7/2/08- We departed at 7am, hoping to
make Sandy Hook around supper time. This is always the most boring part
of trip. The NJ coast is a long strip of sand and condos without many
harbors.
Ruth's brother Pat, went in for surgery at 1:30. It's an open
heart procedure to replace his aortic valve and also to possibly have
one bypass. It should take about 4-5 hours unless they do the
bypass too. Thoughts and prayers are with you buddy!
We reached Atlantic Highlands around 6pm, anchoring behind their
breakwater for the night. Fired up the grille, searing a couple of
steaks and downing some white wine. Ruth is pretty tense, waiting for
word about Pat. We know he's in recovery, not much more than that.
7/3/08 - Up at 5:30, turned off the
anchor light which Miles took as a signal of life, called to see if a
6am departure worked. We needed an early start to hit the currents right
in the East River (they are as strong as 5 knots at Hell's Gate).
We had about a knot of foul tide crossing Raritan Bay, picking up a
favorable tide in Ambrose Channel and the Verrazano Strait. Things were
going our way, we charged up the East River at 8 knots over the water,
10 - 11 knots over the bottom. Hell's Gate spit us through at 13.5
knots... felt like a power boater!
We were anchored at Port Washington before noon. Ruth learned that
Pat was in a lot of pain last night and that we wouldn't know more until
after noon in WI.
Further on Pat, they are keeping him sedated to help him mend... he's
on the right path.
We had a pleasant dinner ashore with Miles & Laureen as guests of
David & Leslie Wollin, we'd met them during our cruise last summer. Ruth
had caught the flu so we isolated ourselves while Miles & Laureen got to
know them. It was nice to reconnect.
7/4/08 - Happy birthday good ole US of
A! Lazy morning with light rain early, at 10 we departed for Oyster Bay
with Ariel. By 1pm we were anchored among the 100's of boats
vying for position to see the fireworks. There are some serious
sailboats in this neck of the woods, 100 foot plus yachts.
Ruth was thrilled to hear that Pat was now in a regular hospital ward
and resting better. She was fidgety all morning waiting for word from
the family.
Miles and Laureen came over for a potluck dinner. It was excellent.
Just as we finished eating the fireworks started... not Oyster Bay's,
everywhere else. It didn't matter which way we looked, the sky was
brilliantly colored. It sounded like a war zone. After the other
displays settled down Oyster Bay did their thing - they did it very
well. There we always at least a dozen rockets in the sky, sometimes
dozens. Phenomenal show.
7/5/08 - I woke at 6 to the sound of
light rain. By 8 it stopped, but the sky remained gray.
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