Okay so if you didn’t get the idea from the Atlantic City Post the kids were not impressed (other than with “It’s Candy”) there was not much for them there. In Norfolk however, after a quite day recovering from our 30 hour trek and enjoying our inventive Thanksgiving Day dinner we had a nice time.

I guess first I should disclose that in Norfolk we decided to get a slip. It was a tough decision since the cost was $1.85 per foot but unbelievably the only anchorage close is small with poor holding and the weather predicted that we would be getting 35 mph winds around midnight. That was all I had to hear. We got a hold of the only marina with someone manning the phones on Thanksgiving Day and tucked into a slip.

As a side note the wind did pick up around midnight Thanksgiving night and howl through the rigging. When we got up to check the lines around 2 am we watched one of the two sailboats in that same anchorage go floating down the channel anchor light bobbing in the otherwise black night. There was nothing we could do to help but pray for them. I did see their anchor light go out so I was pretty sure the had woken up. The next morning I did see that they had gotten re-anchored. At 2 am I was just glad it hadn’t been us having to reset the anchor in that wind and rain.

But on our Thanksgiving Day mid afternoon arrival in Norfolk it was a beautiful afternoon and everyone shed their jackets, sweatshirts and coats and jumped ship. As we walked back to Passages from the Marina office we struck up a conversation with the nicest folks from a boat called Wind Dust. They are retired and also headed to the Bahamas. We had a lovely time talking with them and found we had lots in common as their previously boat was a Vagabond almost like the one we have now. The next day we shared a bus ride on the shuttle and went shopping at the local Food Lion. It was fun to meet new folks and have so much in common with them.

Once we returned from the getting the groceries and stowed all of the supplies the kids and I decided to go exploring across the channel on the paddlewheel ferry. Just in case you have lost track of what day this is makes it this would be Black Friday and so of course we went to The Mall. I’m so grateful for small favors… at least we didn’t have to PARK. The kids had a totally great time. Nicole and I hit every shoe and accessory store while Paul ventured off on his own happy, likely, just to be free of us. WiFi and drinks with ice for all was the ringing cry.

In the end the kids and I decided to take in a movie and felt the more civilized for it. We have been on a TV and movie crash diet for the last 3-4 weeks and even though we all kind of agreed that the movie we saw, Planet 51, was pretty hokey we enjoyed the familiarity of the process. We toddled our way back to the boat around 9 pm and the kids took shower at the marina “club house” while I did laundry until around midnight. All in all enough packed into the day to make both kids happy, which keeps me happy, for a while.

Our next jump was from Atlantic City to Norfolk Va. This, is a short transit probably for many experienced sailing crews but for us it would be the first transit that required staying up overnight and working watches all through the night. It was a daunting task considering that the boat is new to us, it would be such a long transit and Boyd is the only truly experienced captain on board. At some point he would need to sleep and that would mean that Paul or I or Paul and I would be in charge of the boat and our safety.

We started out from Atlantic City in the early morning I actually woke up around 3 am and couldn’t get back to sleep as the waves in the anchorage had become increasingly confused. I lay in the bunk disliking the anchorage, the current, the area. I wished we could go but knew it was to early. Two hours of waiting and hoping I’d fall back asleep, and then just as I’d nearly succeeded Boyd’s alarm went off and we started our greatest trek thus far.

Pulling Paul out of his bunk and getting him to help pull anchor at 5:30 in the morning was no picnic but once it was done he’d been promised he could go back to sleep until his watch from noon to four. We were underway slightly after 6:30 and made good speed out into the open Atlantic where the waves were still churning from the last few days of wind. We made the best of it and started our rotation. Nicole and Paul and I did a lot of sleeping while Boyd took his watch pretty much on his own. Then we had some chips and salsa for lunch. We had beam seas so it was pretty rolly and no one really wanted much to eat. As Paul’s watch progressed the wind settled some and the waves flattened and it became less uncomfortable and by dinner (individual lasagnas popped in the oven for half an hour because my watch is 4pm to 8pm) everyone was feeling well enough to eat a real meal.

We took our dinner huddled under the dodger out on deck in the dark. Paul and Nicole had both been sleeping for several hours and there was already a real sense of disorientation about what time it really was. At 8pm I was happy to hand off the watch to Boyd and duck below to put Nicole to bed in a real bed. Unfortunately, since we were running the engine it was incredibly difficult to get to sleep at first and we spent the first hour cuddled together murmuring “are you asleep?” to each other until finally one of us didn’t answer.

I slept soundly until Boyd came down to get me at midnight. The plan was that he and I would switch places and I would go up on deck with Paul for his watch. It seemed brutally cold coming from cuddled inside a sleeping bag to out on deck but it did manage to keep me from going to sleep for a while. Somewhere around 2am I told Paul I was just going close my eyes for a few minutes and I dozed for the next two hours until my watch when Paul and I traded spots. He took over my pile of blankets and a pillow I had burrowed into and I took the watch.

By 4am the waves had calmed completely and we were just cutting across the water in the dark moonless night. I spent most of my time trying to figure out if the dots of light were boats or far off lights on the shore. In addition to it being a dark night it was also alternately foggy so judging distance wasn’t always easy. With all the equipment though, the radar and AIS and the chart plotter and autopilot it turned out to be easier than I had anticipated and I got us through the next four hours without hitting anything or getting hit by anything. I was prepared to let Boyd sleep until 9 but he ended up coming up on deck around 7:30 in the morning and as we were just about to enter into the shipping lanes in Norfolk I was happy enough to see him. I offered to make coffee if he’d take the wheel and that concluded or nearly concluded our outside run to Norfolk. We spent the next few hours until after noon transiting the Norfolk channel and pulled into the Tidewater Yacht Agency around 12:30 pm on Thanksgiving day, tired but all in one piece.

After the small and rather quaint town of Atlantic Highlands we traveled south and made the jump into the open Atlantic Ocean. Here I should confess that this has been a bit of a fear of mine. What will it be like out in the open water? I’ve tried to ignore it and down play it but here finally it was time for me to actually have to face my fear.

It’s been kind of like a fear of flying. How exactly can you take a trip to Hawaii if you won’t get on the airplane? So I’ve known in the back of my brain that you can’t get to Bahamas without going into open water. But frankly I’ve been ignoring it.

Turns out that wasn’t the bad part. The 3-mile trip from Atlantic Highlands to the point of Sandy Hook was rougher than that to Atlantic City. In fact when we got to Atlantic City I was still game to go to the next port since the ocean was so calm. However the weather prediction was for increasing wind and coordinating waves so we decided we should stick with the plan and go into Atlantic City.

We anchored out due to the high cost of dock space but got permission to take the dinghy into Trump Casino and Marina docks. It was everything Atlantic City should be glitzy, with a capitol “G”. But in the end, three days later I’m sad to say that there hasn’t been a port I’ve been happier to see in the rear view.

The only area to anchor is along side the bridge and on nice days there was an insane number of power boaters zooming by trying to catch fish. There were dozens of boats all willing to zip by us within feet and send us rocking all day long but worse than that was that the tide and the wind were both strong and opposing seemingly all the time. For the three days that we anchored in Atlantic City we seemed to be in constant and perpetual bob mode. It got so bad that Nicole couldn’t eat or drink without throwing up so we went in to Trump and got a room. In her defense it wasn’t just the waves, because of the wind and rain on the second and third days it was impossible to spend any time on deck so we were all more prone to being seasick.

Who knew that if you wanted to dock it was $2 foot (our boat being 47ft means it’s nearly $100 night) and then you still are staying on the boat but getting a room was only $50 a night. So we stayed the night in the Trump Tower and walked on the Boardwalk, which was fun for the kids. We went to a shop called “It’s Sugar” and the kids had fun picking out candy from an amazing variety of sweets.

Still Atlantic City is without a doubt my least favorite stay on the trip so far; there is no good way to get around unless you are gambling. There’s nothing really to do in the casinos unless you are gambling. The food was overpriced, hard to get to and not of very high quality. I was disappointed with nearly every meal and really couldn’t wait to leave, except of course that it meant we had to go back outside… and because Boyd said this would be “the big jump”.

Since the ferries did such a wonderful job of waking us up on Wednesday morning we decided to go directly to the Statue Of Liberty ferry landing in Battery Park. For us it was a short and pleasant walk along the water. What a wonderful, beautiful day it was. We were able to take the first ferry out to the Statue of Liberty. Walking onto the island as the first group of people was an awesome opportunity. We went directly to the statue museum and were some of the first people up to the pedestal.

I’m not sure how other people experience New York City but for us there were no lines no crowds and the weather couldn’t have been more fantastic. We thoroughly enjoyed the tour of the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. During our trip to Ellis Island I found record of my Grandfather’s (on Mom’s side) entry into the United States in 1907.

Even though our trip has only been a total of about 3 ½ weeks it has often made me think of the origins of our great country. As we came through Long Island Sound and Nicole and I read about Plymouth Plantation and how that boat arrived in December and the Pilgrims had to create completely. Thinking about how cold it might be in another month and about how daunting the task of setting up entirely new houses in New England in the winter would be especially without a Home Depot. Just the effort required to cut down trees and make them into homes makes me appreciated the tenacity of our predecessors.

To realize that the first settlers, the pilgrims. had to endure sometimes more than 40 days at sea to find themselves in New England rather than in Virginia as they expected, in December no less. Some of my father’s ancestors came across on the Mayflower and both of my mother’s parents came through Ellis Island. It does make you appreciate what the history of our great country has been.

Our day at the Statue of Liberty and at Ellis Island was a great opportunity to remember and reflect on the efforts of all the people who came before us and built this great country.

And then we were off to Atlantic Highlands a small protected breakwater town in NJ. It was an inexpensive stay (which helped us recover from the costs of NY City. We did laundry, bought groceries and refueled.

There are things that just change when you make the final move from land based to water based. For me one of the most dramatic is my feeling about public bathrooms. I have to confess that the tide of opinion has rapidly and dramatically reversed it’s self for me when it comes to the role of the public bathroom.When we were a land based family I was a reasonable mother and like all other “good” mothers encouraged my children to “go to the bathroom before we left the house”, in some cases as you mothers out there might recognize even adding the words.. “I don’t care if you don’t think you have to, just try”. Public bathrooms were a thing to be avoided. If the need arose suddenly, while on a trip away from home, I would give my children that look and we would look with much prejudice for the least offensive public restroom available.

Criteria for a “good” public restroom include but are not limited to finding the proper type of establishment. Restaurants with low traffic or Boutiques that would allow for the unpredictable bladder of children in spite of signs that said “no public rest room” were the most desirable. Restrooms of gas stations and the mall.. no matter how seemingly sparkly they might appear were to be avoided at all cost.

Now, well now all of that has changed. In fact just recently at a port of call where we tied up to the dock of a local restaurant that was closed for the season I sent my children to scour the establishments parking lot and perimeter. “Looks like there might be a public park over there, see if there are any unlocked restrooms” I called to them as they scurried ashore.

So, what has caused this dramatic reversal in my personal hygiene standard? Well, when it comes right down to it public restroom vs. boat head it is a simple and single factor. All land-based toilets, no matter how low on the desirability scale have a single redeeming quality. Once used, you get to leave it, flush it and not think about it ever again.

No matter how sophisticated the boat head, whether it’s on the standard fishing boat or the nicest sailboat it demands thought and attention. Oh perhaps on some captained mega yacht where the owner is not the captain, cook or chief bottle washer this may not hold true, but all the other boat owners out there must agree with me. Once you go you have to know… that it has to be dealt with at some point. Flushing it overboard is not an option unless you are a fair bit off the coast and so comes the dilemma. If you have a holding tank, which most boats do there is the ever gnawing knowledge that you’ll need a pump out station at some point.

This may seem a simple proposition to a land based person. Flush the toilet, it goes to the holding tank, pump out the tank on the next trip to shore. Well that’s not exactly how it works in the real world of boating. The pump out in my home port (which will remain nameless at this moment) has been on the fritz since it was installed some three years ago. If you see a pump out icon in the cruising guide that only means that there a possibility of disposal of your, well, crap.

There may or may not be a charge, there most likely is, if it’s working. There may or may not be someone to collect that charge. Even on a good day in the middle of the week and when the harbor master or dock master should normally be there to collect their fee you may or may not be able to find them. Often, especially in November as it is now harbormasters and dock hands hours are dramatically reduced, either by their employers or by themselves and they are as hard to find as hens teeth.

Once located and paid for pump out stations are a mixed bag, does the dock support the size fitting your boat requires? Will the nozzle fit into your boat’s pump out fixture snuggly? All cruisers know that if it doesn’t there will be a mess of unsightly and smelly proportions. Even if all of the stars align and you are able to find a nice pump out with a locatable person to pay there are still more considerations, how deep is the water next to the dock? Can you get in at any tide or only when it’s high tide, you could be required to wait up to several hours to access the pump out depending on the draft of your boat. And friends, most “nice” pump out stations have see through nozzles so that you can monitor the progress on the pumping out. Can you say ewww?!

Perhaps you are wondering, isn’t there a better way? What about other types of boat heads? There are other types, composting, incinerators and such but the fact remains, if you put it in there at some point you will have to deal with taking it out again. And so, perhaps now you can understand how the sage advice from a cruising mom has changed 180 degrees from “Are you sure you don’t have to go before we leave home” to “Are you sure you don’t have to go before we get back on the boat.. there’s a perfectly good outhouse right here?”!

It seems somehow fitting that the entry to New York City should be something dramatic and as we left City Island and rounded the first bend going under Throg’s Neck Bridge the entry to a section of water known locally as Hell Gate was exciting for more than one reason. I wish that I could post all of the photos that Paul and I took going down through Hell Gate and through the East River. Many of you have been to NY City some, I know have even lived there but the feeling of moving down the East River at 10.5 knots with the city bustling along not the least bit interested in our progress was phenomenal. There was some traffic on the East River but not nearly as much as I had anticipated. The current was incredible but we had (after much discussion) nailed the timing and the current worked for us boosting our normal 6.5 knots to nearly 11. The kids and I had a great time sight seeing from the deck watching all of the helicopters and sight seeing boats and pointing out the different buildings. “You don’t see that in Maine” was the most common comment.

We had decided to try to stay on Manhattan Island, expensive as it was going to be it would allow us access directly to the city and in doing so save us the time and expense, not to mention hassle of getting to NY from any place else. With that goal in mind Boyd brought us under all of the bridges around the tip of Manhattan, past the Statten Island Ferry terminals and into this Marina called North Cove.

Truly guys, it should have been called North Cove Olympic swimming hole (except as in most of NY you would not have wanted to swim in it). When Paul and I rigged to go in and we started to make the corner into the entry I thought there was no way. I don’t think the entry was more than 50 ft across and the waves, between the confusion of the swell there at the tip of the island, and the wakes from those ferries, wow! We surfed through the entry way at a good 5 knots and slid into a slip like Boyd’s been doing it for 100 years. I have to tell you, I was some impressed! I guess truth be told he has been doing this a long time, but not with this boat, and not in those waters, and not with me watching. It was exhilarating. When we were all tied up and jumped off onto the dock. Well, you just looked up into the financial district towering above you. People were walking, jogging, running in the plaza, there were women and men hurrying by dressed in their business attire. It was sooo New York.

The kids were beside themselves and who could blame them. There was a nostalgia for me since I’d lived in NY city for a short time in my pre teens but it was so big any memories I had only enhanced the experience. Boating into New York City… we hadn’t been at the dock more than a few minutes when Boyd reported that we’d had our first request for a charter. That’s NY for you. I guess one of the “suits” who saw our boat wanted to have us take him on a tour of the harbor.

Deciding to take advantage of the brilliant day and our adrenaline we registered and closed up the boat. It took us just a few minutes to get out to “the street” and we were off on our adventure to the Empire State Building. We took the subway (another one of those you don’t see that in Maine experiences) and without much difficulty located and toured the Empire State Building.

Just a quick couple words about that, if the person that you are with should say, oh I don’t know, something like “when we get close we’ll be able to find it, we’ll just look up” don’t believe them. Looking up in NY City is like looking up in the Red Wood forest of California. You just see the trees that surround you. Now, don’t go looking for anything with me because for the entire time (up until we actually entered the Empire State Building) I thought we were looking for the Chrysler Building which I had seen from the East River and proclaimed to the kids to be the Empire State Building. Can’t, apparently take me anywhere. Word two about this, it ain’t cheap. Now I know why my parents never took me to any of the landmarks in NY. Eighty bucks got us most of the way up, but there was no wait, the weather was BEAUTIFUL and it was a huge rush. The kids loved it, we looked all around, saw the bridges, Central Park, Lady Liberty, the harbor, everything. It was without a doubt worth every dime.

Returning to the boat we found it amazingly completely intact. The only security that the “Marina” had was a single line with a clip run across the top of the ramp and a small hanging sign that said “no entry”. We decided, based on those dang ferries and their incredible wakes which kept the whole marina bobbing, to go out to dinner and found a cute little Mexican restaurant just a block from the boat. The four of us ate for less than $30 and it was delicious!

I have to admit that once we got back to the boat, tired as I was I was a bit concerned about the whole bobbing issue but we all went down below and went to bed. I know the ferries stopped at some point and so did the bobbing, I really couldn’t tell you when. I was out, and so was everyone else. They did restart at exactly 6 am!

After nearly a week at Port Jefferson we finally left. It was a nice place to visit and we were able to reprovision quite thouroughly, more importantly we stayed safe from the worst of the effects of Ida. But it was time to go. The ladies at the local library recognized us because we were spending so much time there and we were on first name basis with the girls at the front desk of the Marina. I have to say though, that the internet was nice (even though you had to go to shore to get it) and the shower were hot and clean and even better “free” once you paid the $10 day.

But off we went to City Island making progress once again south more or less. Our accommodations at City Island turned out to be a rather run down dock across from a shooting range. It had a local white swan who was working on taking over the world and the dock manager “JR” lived aboard one of the small fishing boats with his cream colored something-poo named Chia.

Johnny B’s Marina (should have been our first clue don’t you think?) had no internet but we did fill up our water tanks and wash down all of the decks. We also met up with our friends from S/V Sea Schelle again and had a nice evening. Nicole played with the girls and we shared diner, which is always nice. It’s reassuring to know that there are other cruisers still making their way down the coast and we aren’t the only ones this late. Almost perhaps, the only ones, but not the only ones…

With not much to do at City Island we discussed the many pieces of advice on how to get through Hell Gate into New York City (down the East River) and moved on.

So everyone wants to know…how bad is it? The storm, the weather, the waves, and the wind it’s all over the news. Right now we are just getting lots of rain and wind here, mostly rain. When we saw what was coming we decided we’d stay put. We haven’t even left Port Jefferson. It does seem as though all of the rain will never stop. It doesn’t help that some of the deck fittings that had to be redone didn’t get their final allotted doses of caulk in the rush to leave Maine and so our decks (freshly re-cored and re-laminated) are leaking in strategically obnoxious places.

We really don’t have too many spots but they do seem to be in places that are designed to most annoy. There’s one over Paul’s V-Berth that seems to be coming in from the chain locker that is probably from the new anchor windlass. Another one is over the pull out settee in the salon, of course. Nicole’s stateroom is dry and there don’t appear to be any leaks over the main cabin bedding but we do have one just over the little rug on the way to the aft head; that one was not fun to find this morning!

All things considered, the rain won’t kill us and the moisture will eventually have to end. We are hoping that will be tomorrow…, which I think will still be before we all grow mold. That puts us on course to leave here on Monday almost a week after we arrived. Much later than we anticipated but considering that the winds even where we are on the edge of the storm have topped 37 knots in the harbor and the waves “outside” are being reported at 15-20 I think we’ve made the right decision.

When the Coast Guard contacted us on the VHF night before last and told us that they were coming into the harbor to anchor and asked us where we might thought would be a good spot to anchor I took it that it was R-O-U-G-H outside. I don’t think the Coast Guard usually does that. I’m pretty sure they’d usually go back to their home dock. They were also reporting a sunken ship in the entrance of a Connecticut side harbor. They just left this morning and they were about twice our size. More news soon.

So I probably made an error by mentioning that it was calm and essentially nothing to report. Apparently that’s a good way to bring Ida as well as a bit of mayhem in our general direction.. or so it seems. So here’s the story, as we came into Port Jefferson we broke a transmission control cable and lost the ability to reverse

Fortunately we were coming in with the intent to anchor and not trying to catch a mooring ball or get onto a dock. That would have represented a more significant degree of difficulty and perhaps resulted in an entirely different log entry. In addition, to just trying to anchor we had some other factors in our favor. We were in a largely vacant mooring field and had picked a wide open area with no balls and no boats. The bottom (it would appear, based on charts) is good holding, probably mud. We had Paul on the anchor windless which worked great and held the first time.

So now we sit at anchor unable to go until we get a new cable. It’s on order to arrive today. In the meantime we are sitting out the remnants of Hurricane Ida. It’s going to be a lot of rain and it’s already a lot of wind. Right now the boat is swinging on the hook out in the harbor.

Update to this, after spending the day with Paul’s dad scouring the local retailers for our required supplies we headed back to the boat around 7 pm. Since it gets dark around 4:30 and with the weather less than gorgeous we went speeding out to boat to find… no boat.

That’s right Nicole, Boyd and I in the inflatable in the dark, rain, wind and no boat to be seen. Unless you have been in the situation where you have put your entire life on hold and sunk all of your spare cash (and some that wasn’t exactly spare) into a boat only to find after 1 week that the whole thing has gone missing, you won’t be able to understand how Boyd and I felt as we looked around the harbor last night. Dishartened, desperate, confused, cold, wet, and generally in a bit of a panic we looked everywhere trying to locate Passages.

Remember please that this was only our 2nd time anchoring the boat, that we lost the capability to reverse, before we set the hook. Don’t forget for a moment that we are in a low that has produced gusts in excess of 40 mph and that we don’t even have a marked anchor chain so although we knew the depth of where we were on the charts we didn’t know exactly how much scope we put out. We couldn’t hit redo either because, well, Boyd had to take out the throttle cable so we couldn’t change gears. All of these factors rushed through our minds as we sat in the middle of the dark harbor wondering; had she sunk? Had the anchor rode failed, was the she out there floating free? We scanned the shoreline; what if she’d be washed aground? We looked as far as we could see toward the entrance of the cove. If she had dragged anchor or broken free she might have flushed out of the cove or at least headed in that general direction. With all the wind and the storm surge from Ida, even in this protected cove and even if we’d had tons of experience with the boat and even if the throttle cable hadn’t severed just as we were anchoring this could have happened.

Unfortunately this series of thoughts didn’t comfort me. Everything we own of value was aboard Passages, she’s our home now. In the darkness even Nicole voiced her dismay… “Where is she?” she asked pensively, voicing all of our concerns. As we swung around again and looked toward the channel and the incoming car ferry I though I saw something. Over there? I think she might be over there? We sped toward the channel and the oncoming car ferry.

Sure enough there she was nearly in the channel, shockingly close to the path of the oncoming ferry, in fact until we got aboard we weren’t sure whether the ferries track was on an intercept course or not. In the dark and the wind we climbed aboard and turned on all of the lights we could. Boyd fired up the VHF and called the captain of the ferry while quickly verifying our new position. Sometime over the last 8 hours Passages had dragged 900 ft across the mooring field, past a lone sailboat, and settled 60 ft from the green can marking the channel (nearly parallel with the can-just along the outside edge of the path of the ferry).

Even as good as we felt about finding Passages issues remained, while we had received the part and had it with us it would take time to install. It was still blowing like a son of a gun and dark and rainy. Paul and Jay were on the dock awaiting a return shuttle trip. We were far from out of the woods. In the end we were able to determine that while we had dragged anchor nearly a third of the way across the harbor we seemed to have come to a stop just outside the commercial channel (no telling how long ago).

Boyd went back to get Paul and Jay. Nicole and I watched the GPS and monitored the VHF. When Boyd and the guys returned Boyd went about preparations to repair the cable, I fixed dinner (now that it was apparent that we weren’t in imminent danger of floating away or being run down. We repaired the cable, ate a nice dinner of seafood pasta (although it was much delayed) and re-anchored after adding line to the chain we already had. Now lest that sound idyllic or in the least easy let me assure you it wasn’t. It was dark, raining and windy as can be.

Thanks goodness she only moved 900 ft. Thank goodness she didn’t rap herself around the other sailboat, mooring balls or buoys in the mooring field. Thank goodness she didn’t go aground or make her way completely into the commercial shipping lane and the way of those dang car ferries. Thank goodness she didn’t sink. Thank goodness it all worked out and we still have a boat. And as a final word I might just mention that if you don’t hear me mentioning the peace and quite or seemingly mentioning the routine or lack of excitement… DON’T BE SURPRISED!

Our major excitement last night was coming in to a dock we anticipated was like a “normal” dock only to find it was more like a dock for a large ferry, no decking floating on the water to jump to and tie up at, it was more like a pier for a commercial boat. Tying up to it in the dark and with the current of the river was challenging for us and entertaining for the stray cat who decided to sit and watch. It was not without some struggle that we managed to attach all 4 lines (stern, bow, and 2 spring lines) and at one time I watched with horror from the dock as the current began it’s inexorable and methodical pull against the stern of Passages while Boyd, Paul and I struggled to handle the lines. As I watched I realized that only Nicole was still aboard. Fortunately Paul jumped aboard and Boyd gave him expert instructions on how to turn the rudder and throw the boat in reverse and my vision of Nicole floating down the Connecticut River, the only Morse on board a 47′ sailboat were quickly dispelled. We were successful after a brief time and managed with Boyd’s expertise in knot tying not to loose the boat to the rivers persuasive pull. Thank goodness, how would I explain that to: my folks, the insurance adjuster, DHS, and the Coast Guard (not necessarily in that order)!

The weather was the only other noteworthy aspect; a mere 8 hours earlier we had been in the protected harbor of Point Judith Pond but as one of the locals pointed out all of the leaves were already gone. Here in the mouth of the Connecticut River the temperature is at least 10 degrees warmer and many of the trees still have their leaves. Last night the temperature never got below a balmy 50, which is nice considering that most mornings I’ve had to bribe the kids out of bed with hot cocoa or tea. Can’t really blame them when you can see your breath from your bunk it’s hard to think of a great reason to get out of the sleeping bag. This morning after a quick breakfast of coco and bagels we went on a mini walk and found Saybrook Fort Park, which turned out to be the sight of the first fort in Connecticut.

Interesting to think that this area was once one of the first settlements and all of the marinas, restaurants and buildings we now see were just marshy riverbanks without signs of human habitation. Somehow coming to the shore by boat makes me nostalgic about what that might have been like hundreds of years ago both for the people on the boats and the natives on the shore. Nicole and I had a little history of the colonies lesson as Paul picked up sticks and stretched his legs and then back to the boat.

Today’s highlights have included more home schooling, a lunch of hot nachos with salsa, sour cream and guacamole and more home schooling. The weather we have now is quite mild, no real wind, no waves and limited visibility but again we have to be grateful, as it could be less accommodating. Coming to a page here soon will be our anticipated low pressure blow (Wednesday) and our experiences going through New York City and a place the charts refer to as “Hell’s Gate”. I’m sure by then I’ll be happy to look back on this log and note it’s rather propensity to the boring and mundane.