We left our home port a bit more than six weeks ago. The first two weeks we navigated the 30 locks in the Erie Canal and made our way through NYC. We got to Long Island Sound and spent a night in Oyster Bay then headed east, motoring.  The boat came to a grinding halt outside of Stamford Connecticut and we had to suffer the indignity of being towed into a marina and subsequently spent almost three weeks in and around there while we got our transmission diagnosed and replaced. The boat had to be hauled out of the water, the quarter berth (where most of our stuff is kept) had to be emptied out in order for the mechanic to gain access to the engine, the refrigerator had to be emptied (because we were not connected to power) and we had to pack all of our clothes.

Under different circumstances we might have enjoyed Connecticut but honestly, we just weren’t in the mood. We were fortunate to have our boat in the capable hands of the Hinckley Boat Yard so while the delay was frustrating, we were confident in their ability to do the job and the staff were all good and friendly people. They were genuinely happy for us when we pulled off their dock last Saturday morning. (Or maybe just glad to get us out of their hair, hard to say)

Dawn at Charles Island

Since our re-start things have mostly been wonderful. Our first night was spent anchored at Charles Island near Milford, a beautiful spot recommended by a a friend of Dave’s from one of the sailing forums.  It was Labor Day weekend so it was festive until sunset and then settled into a peaceful place. The next morning dawned silver as we set out for the day.  The wind picked up immediately and we were able to sail for 50 miles to Chocomount Cove, Fishers Island without having to tack..

Fishers Island is a rather exclusive spot 2 miles off the Connecticut coast, but is officially part of New York State. The summer cottages here

are the size of our whole neighborhood.  We anchored two nights there and had exquisite weather. We enjoyed the quiet and a postcard sunset.

Coming into Block Island, New Harbor which is a huge anchorage that looks like a small town. As we were coming in we got a radio call from another boat from our marina named Mug Up, also staying here. They’re a family with three kids who left in June (just before the canal closed). They went to Maine and are headed south, planning to live aboard forever. They visited our boat after we got settled and we met them on the beach the next day.  The cruising community really is small and people are great.

The waves on Scotch Beach were awesome.  That black speck is me being pounded into the sand. Dave is bravely standing by.

Scotch Beach

This lobster roll, consumed at “The Oar” is the whole reason for our trip to Block Island, and well worth it!

Lunch!

Today we’re learning all about the myriad ways that rain makes its way from the outside to the inside of the boat.  We’ve always known about this but when living aboard it takes on greater  importance. When surrounded by salt water, nothing ever really dries out and we are getting accustomed to that.  But sleeping on a bed that has rain dripping on it is not so good.  We’ve also discovered a little stream that runs down the mast and into the boat at precisely the spot I had books and sketchbooks leaning. So we’re experimenting with ways to keep it out, or at least catch it when it comes in before it lands on things we need to keep dry.

In the next few days we’ll be heading back through New York City and then going south. Passage through the city will be complicated by the meeting of the UN General Assembly which begins on September 14 but gets serious on September 21.  For security reasons, traffic on the East River is severely limited during that time so we’re hoping weather permits us to get through before then

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