Early start to catch the tide at the Battery, then the tide was late, only got rolling about 10 am.
Started at Ground Zero
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Saturday June 15 – into Manhatten
Finally got a good day for outside, so made a run from Tom’s River to Manasquan and emerged into the Atlantic at 11:00 am.
Forecast was not great, but this was the best day for the next five.
Uneventful trip up to NYC, low swell and little wind. We were round Sandy Hook by 3 and under the narrows bridge by 4.
Verrazano Narrows Bridge
It drives me nuts
Hey, what’s with the CAPTAIN’S WHEEL STUCK TO YOUR PANTS?
AAAAAAAGH
IT DRIVES
ME NUTS!
June is a busy month for me, what with my birthday and fathers day all falling in the same month!
On the left is one of my gifts, there’s a heck of a story behind it. when I initially received it I thought, oh no, more mass produced tat.
It’s from one of my good mates, he gave it to me in a bar just as we were about to watch some rugby, I put it to one side, thanked him and thought no more of it but there’s a twist.
Apparently “it drives me nuts” is a saying that I frequently use*, my mate had found the pic on the web, got it to a T shirt shop and had the shirt specially made!
How cool is that?
I’m wearing it now
🙂
*there’s another saying that I was told I frequently use (“it burns my ****”) he (wisely I suppose) selected the other one.
Tom’s Bloody River – Friday June 14
Dragged anchor in the night, found myself up against a megayacht at zero dark thirty in something North of a gale.
The captain came up and graciously moved his gin palace while I fended off, both in our PJ’s. Fifty degrees and soaking wet, I think these are called retirement benefits.
We had to move and re-anchor as we were too close into the shore, so I spent the next few hours on “Anchor Watch “ to make sure we were OK. I finally turned in at daybreak (about five thirty), by then the wind was dropping.
Surprisingly, I did not take the camera on this adventure so the written transcript will have to suffice.
The rest of the day was a non-event, except for the strange repetitive noise heard emerging from the bilge, about noon I finally tracked it down to a malfunctioning bilge pump. I replaced it with one of the spares onboard and all was quiet by one pm.
All these spare parts were somewhat mocked by person who shall be nameless (why do you need five toolboxes?) but when needs must…….
Fast asleep by 8:30 pm. More tomorrow.
Tom’s River – Thursday June 13
“Violent thunderstorms with damaging winds and hail.” Nice forecast to start the day. Well we said we did not have a schedule.
Storm passed through around noon, this was our neighbor the steel trawler, he’s only about two hundred feet away.
Tom’s River -Wednesday June 12
Still hanging on the hook, winds of alarming velocity, today we were planning to take the dinghy ashore for provisions (beer is getting down to panic levels) but could not find a time where launching it into the water was an option rather than having it go airborne.
A brave group of lads were about earlier, when the wind was still somewhere short of gale force, they rigged one of the local cat boats and did two terrifying tacks across the river.
Tom’s River – Tuesday June 11
Still here as expected, looks like a series of gales going through from the West.
Windy but dry for now so I took the opportunity to put another patch on the dinghy just to be sure.
Saw a big sailboat in a slip nearby, the Nina looks like a large schooner rigged wooden boat.
Port of registry is Baltimore Maryland, so she’s just as far from home as we are.
Viking grub, pt. 2
Following hard on the heels of the global gastronomic success earned by the smørrebrød, any self-respecting Scandiwegian will offer you küttbullar or perhaps frikadeller. Meatballs to you, madam, which were for some years announced on the overnight ferries from Harwich to Esbjerg and points north as ‘a Danish speciality’. Laughter rang around decks. No, to be fair, they are special – for their ordinariness.
They are the from the same stable (in the case of IKEA’s menu) as, say, Bratwurst or doner kebab, the ‘left-overs’ solution for butchers and mothers alike. In fact in post-war Coventry, pork butchers sold ‘faggots’ which were much the same: minced or ground cuts or offal bound togther with milk or cream and seasoned to taste with various herbs and spices; fried and served with spuds or owt available.
Not bad with a decent onion gravy.
And to accompany the meal………………. Continue reading “Viking grub, pt. 2”
Tom’s River
Sunday June 9
Still inside today but good progress, made it from Atlantic City to Tom’s River (north end of Barnegat Bay) Probably all we could have done offshore and a lot easier on the boat, probably about 70 miles (as the crow might do it) more for us given all the twists and turns of the ICW.
The boat is now home so to speak, Marine Traders were sold out of Bay Head New Jersey, just up the river from here.
Not many pictures today, forgot to take the camera up top this morning, so just these two of Tom’s River (officially it does not rate an apostrophe but it should).
A few classic sailboats
Ars gratia artis
Boadicea's Chariot 
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