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Heading into the Cape Cod Canal. So far, smooth sailing.
The other side. We've reached Buzzard's Bay and a screaming southwest wind, which stayed in our face for the next three days.
Below: The cabin before getting underway. It would have been nice to do the colder, windier, rougher parts of the trip from down here, but the seals on the lower helm were shot, so we were up on the bridge the whole time.
The cabin after rough weather. Some things on the port bunk started out stowed on a starboard shelf, and vice-versa.
Another cold day, with more howling wind and some rain just for fun. Note Frank's hydraulic fluid 'reservior' duct-taped to the console to retain helm fluid that was burping out of the vent every time we hit rough water. He rigged it the night before when we moored in New Bedford. The upper helm isn't far behind the lower, seal wise, and at this point we just hoped it would get up home.
Leaving New Bedford. I was amused by this vessel's name.
New Bedford Harbor's entrance/exit.
Point Judith, Rhode Island. The day's destination was New London, CT, but just past Point Judith we saw a band of thunderstorms in our path. Not something you want to push through while sitting on the bridge. We doubled back to the harbor and tided up at Point Judith Marina, the nicest stop on our trip. The facilities were immaculate, the staff couldn't be nicer, and a fellow down the dock gave me a lift to the 24hr Super Stop-N-Shop, where I restocked on provisions.
New Haven, CT.
Docked in New Haven. Below, the 'Nauti-Gal', complete with Tiki umbrella, A/C, Satellite dish, and one hell of a figurehead.
New Haven to City Island, NY. We acquired a hitchhiker in the lower Sound, who stayed with us for much of the day, assisting with navigation.
Execution Rocks. The wind was FINALLY dying down just as we reached City Island for the night.
City Island NY - Piermont, NY. The weather was beautiful. Ahead, the Throg's Neck Bridge.
Wards Island. Amazing to see this just outside the city.
Same location, another direction.
Hell Gate. No chop today, but you can see the water boiling up from below.
A railyard on the Harlem River. Now I know where old Number 7 trains go to die.
Spyten Dyvil Bridge opening to the Hudson River, and HOME!
The Palisades, with the Clearwater docked beneath. Only a few miles to go.
