November 23 to December 12 -- Two Very Short Work Days (6.5 Hours for a Dozen Small Tasks) and two Other Days

During a five day visit in San Diego with Lene's family for Thanksgiving, I got to the Art museum while they went to the Zoo. A good museum with well trained guards who know the collection, but on the first of the two floors, the only one that I roamed, there was no material boat art except this one,

an oil by Stuart Davis in 1932 called Composition with Boats. The placard said the Gloucester shoreline is in the picture. Really? But it is pretty as an abstraction.








Another intriguing sculpture was constructed of bent ash wood boards and I had to explain to the docent how a steambox works and that the screws were under the bungs.

The second Other day was a meeting of the New York Map Society. It was what they call a "Show and Tell" in which members bring in and speak for six minutes (well many presentations took  a bit longer) on maps of their choosing. Included was a book showing the route of the Third Avenue El, heavily illustrated with 1950's color photos of the buildings in the neighborhoods it passed through; a 1600's map of Lithuania; one from the same period of England's Sherwood Forest (home of Robin Hood); maps drawn by Aaron Burr's brother; one from 1871 showing the extent of the German intrusion into France in the Franco-Prussian war; one outlining parks and major roads of Jersey City which was filled in by many residents marking the places where they lived worked and played; a map of Manhattan showing the location of the sports bars where fans of each particular NFL team could cheer for their team on TV; one showing the location and layout of the various Burning Man Festivals out west; and my contribution: a chart of Turks and Caicos 2004, showing our track across that island nation in March-April 2012 (as described in this blog). I'm apparently the only member who neither collects, sells nor creates charts and described myself as a "lover and user," and they liked my presentation.

The work was only 6.5 hours, half at home and half on the boat: I checked and pumped the bilge after having been away for two weeks, put a bit more charge in the batteries, found a cat comb that Lene wanted, checked the anti chafing padding, took a picture of the rod where the cockpit table hangs

amidst several emails refining the design of the new canvas bag to cover the cockpit table, located and removed the brackets holding the MOM-8 to the rail so I could get a replacement for the one that broke (frustrated that Landfall Navigation will only sell me a set of eight of them but they gave me the number of Switlik, the manufacturer, and if they won't please their customer, I'll get it used),

measured the diameter of the blue spinnaker halyard for replacement, sanded the teak and gathered the varnish, brush and thinner needed to finish the pieces, used the Dremel to grind a point of the stub of the broken marlinspike, bought a new ice pick and better indoor portable LED boat lighting.

All just little things that need to get done and by starting early ILENE should be ready for spring.

November 8 to 22 -- Slowing Down After The End Of The Pre-Winter Rush

Three "Other" days, evenings, really, two for theater with sailing friends and the last for the final Membership Meeting of the year and of the current Commodore's second and last year in office. The meeting lasted longer than usual because of all the fully justified  congratulating and thanking that the board members did to each other for the progress the Club has made during the last two years.

And four Work days, three of them at home, total of sixteen hours. One hour was with Ed Spallina at the Club, during which we got the "lower unit" of the outboard engine winterized and I learned how to do it (and wrote it down in terms I can understand) so I can do it myself in future years. I find that a task done only once per year or two is lost to me if not written down. It involves changing the special  oil that is in the lower unit to keep water out of it.

The rest of the time was all at home with paperwork and studying and writing up my list of winter projects and shopping list. The list includes three lines including a new single heavy duty double braid mooring bridle and a spnnaker halyard. I am waiting a return call from Jeff Lazar, rigger extraordinaire, about what size lines I need. I think the boat came with over-sized lines which are, of course, a lot more expensive than thinner ones. I whipped a lot of new ends caused by cutting bad pieces out of old lines so the good parts can be used for other purposes. I have also asked him to reeve the line through the triple blocks with becket and cam cleat that are used to hoist the aft end of the dinghy to the port side of its davit bar. I spent a lot of time finding a detailed description on the net of how to do this, but following the instructions as best I could I still ended up with the friction causing twists I was trying to get rid of.

I have also researched, determined the need for and purchased for the ridiculous price of $79, a longer bar to attach to the existing bars which attach the MOM-8 man overboard box to the rails of the stern pulpit. This shows the horizontal rails from inside the winter cover.

The MOM-8  was mounted on the stern rails to port but it operates, in an emergency, by dropping its load into the water when released, and the dinghy, trussed up against the stern pulpit would block that action. So it will be attached to the starboard side rails of the stern cockpit. The only problem is that there is no vertical rail available on the side (as there is on the stern) and the two horizontal rails are 14" apart while the built-in bars on the module are only 11" long. Hence the need for the extension bar. It has arrived and all I now need do is to figure out how to attach it. Switlik must have instructions. Keep looking, Roger.

The other man-overboard device is the Lifesling 2. This is low tech device: one end remains tied to the boat, the rest to be dumped in the water from its bag on the port side of the stern pulpit rail. It is dragged in the water to the person overboard and then used to pull him or her to the boat. It works fine, remains buoyant, has never been used and needs so periodic recharging.

The only problem was that after fourteen years, its white oilcloth container bag has rotted away to extreme ugliness. I figured the manufacturer would sell replacement covers and while it does, in the process I discovered a woman out in Washington State, Misty McColgan of Standout Yacht Fittings, who sells replacement bags made of Sunbrella (the canvas of the dodger and bimini) with better fasteners and which should be looking good for years. I'll let you know how it turns out.






And then I looked at the big beautiful solid teak cockpit table and saw that the varnish of its top nine inches (when stowed in the vertical position), having been exposed to the elements because the hand made Sunbrella storage bag that came with the boat is nine inches too short and has no top cover, I sent it to Washington too, to be improved.

Sanding, preparing for painting the bottom and waxing the top and freeboard, repainting the stripes on the anchor chain are all on my list.

The fun part of the list is this item: Plan itinerary for Newfoundland cruise from July 1 to
September 15, 2020; discuss with potential buddy boats to synchronize; buy the charts needed.


Here, appropos nothing, is a nice unusual night view of our boat docked at the low dock from from the high deck of the Housatonic Yacht Club taken in about July 2016. I had not been able to download until now. The white vertical line under the American Flag is the MOM-8 mounted improperly on the stern rail.

Update on Cruiser

Readers will recall that our new orange tomcat, Cruiser, showed some improvement in terms of his acceptance of human contact during our cruise to Rhode Island this past summer. He did not like to be petted and with ILENE thankfully devoid of mice, he was a rather useless addition to our crew. After all, what are cats useful for.
But the cause of Cruiser's anti-social activity was discovered during his visit to our veterinarian after the cruise. For one thing the expert said he is most likely 8-9 years old rather than the 5-6 we were told by the adoption agency. But there were two significant reasons why he did not favor humans rubbing their hands over the sides and top of his head and under his neck -- the erogenous zones of feline-human interactions.
He was suffering from ear mites and tooth decay; he had constant earache and toothache pain. I would not want anyone rubbing their hands on my head in these conditions either. These problems were fixed with feline dentistry and medicines. With the pain gone Cruiser is a much more social animal.

Of course he remains somewhat leery of humans due to abuse by them that he must have suffered in the streets, but he has become a much better cat and we look forward to sailing with him and his sister, Alfie, to Newfoundland in 2020.

October 26 - November 8 -- End of the Season; Ten Work Days:ILENE Hauled and Winterized

Ten separate work days during this two week period, with a total of 45 hours, including almost two hours with Lene one day. This time  to do all of the separate steps to get ILENE loaded with her winter stuff, motored the five miles to New Rochelle, oil changed, all sails stripped and taken one at a time to City island, folded and stored in the upstairs locker (the main after minor repairs and refurbishment at Doyle Sails), hauling itself, all fresh water systems winterized and the canvas cover installed and secured. And just in time before the first frost of the winter. Here she is on the hard, with fenders over the side and headstays not yet reattached in photo by Dave from his apartment window.

The trickiest thing was winterizing the engine, which I finally learned after the twelfth year of doing this, how to do without a second person, Lene. Here are pictures of the top of the funnel-hose contraption tied to the D ring at the side of the companionway in the cockpit, followed by one of the bottom of the same hose, with its outside diameter enlarged by wraps of electrical tape, and then  inserted snugly into the big black hose taking seawater from the outlet of the raw water strainer to the engine. With this setup I can pour pink antifreeze into the funnel (some seen as pink in the hose near the bottom, turn the engine on and off and observe the outflow from the exhaust until it turned pink., all from the cockpit.

Now I have a lot of winter projects to think about and work on, but my baby is high and dry and safe.
One such issue is the status of the thick black hose. I saw a tiny leak at its side, probably caused by my effort with the heat gun and tools to get it off of the nipple of the raw water strainer. I'm thinking about whether that hole can be repaired with special tape held in place with another hose clamp of it I need to replace the whole hose, and if the latter, how will I get access to its other end, under the engine. Just one more thing to think about this winter.

The 2019 Sailing Season

The summer season during which ILENE floats (including any sailing on other boats near that season, also known as the "fun season"  has come to an end. So how did the 2019 sailing go?

Having launched on May 9 and hauled on October 29 (and adding the eleven days during late April and early May on a catamaran charter in St, Vincents and the Grenadines) my 2019 sailing season was 185 days, just a tad more than half a year.

Of those 185 days 91 were spent afloat, though 20 of those 91 were lay days on which I lived aboard without getting underway. I don't think this 91 was as many sailing days as I had in 2011 going to and from Grenada, but I had a goodly satisfying dose.

I have divided the 91 days into segments chronologically.
     A. St Vincents and the Grenadines the catamaran charter       11
    B.  From Bermuda to Halifax  on Russee de Jersey                 12    (incl  5 lay days in Bermuda)
    C. Day sails, before the summer cruise                                   17
    D. The summer Cruise to Rhode Island                                   41    A (incl 15 lay days in RI)
    E. Day sails, after the summer cruise                                      10

This analysis reveals that only 27 of the 91 days (segments C and E) were local near City Island, actually it only 26 because one day in segment E was on Athena I in Halifax.

How many of the 91 days were not aboard ILENE? Well, in addition to the total of 23 days for the Catamaran charter and the blue water passage from Bermuda to Halifax on a French aluminum sloop, (segments A and B) I also have to subtract the five following day sails.
     1 on Easy Living,          a Catalina,
     2 on Ohana,                   a Beneteau (twice),
     1 on Jazz Sail,               another Catalina and
     1 on Athena I                in Halifax, an Albin.
All except the last of these five were aboard boats of other members of the Old Salts. I sailed with them nine times, five of the nine aboard ILENE.

Adding these five days on other boats to the 23 of segments A and B means that 28 of the 91 sailing days were not aboard ILENE, leaving only 63 days spent on ILENE, and with fifteen of those being lay days, we only got ILENE underway only 48 times this summer.

We put only 97.2 hours on the diesel this year, about half the average of the prior nineteen seasons. and some of those hours were for refrigeration during lay days.   

How many different friends did I sail with aboard ILENE this summer?   Fifty!
In no logical order, each followed by the number of sails if more than one they are:
Bennett 3    Harriet    Mendy 3    Grace   Ilene  13    Rhoda  2   Lloyd 2  Morty  3  Clara 2  Mike 2  Sandy 2   Debbie  Virginia    Sheila    Babette    Jeff  2  Anthony   Heather  2  Christine  2   Pat    Don  Harry  Tom   Marie   Sacha   Irina   Sarah  Peggy  Devra   Vin   Dan   MaryJane  Ama  Sid  Jan  Linda  and  Joel   plus thirteen folks whose names I sadly do not recall: eight friends of Bennett and  five members of the New York Map Society.

And I sailed with Yves and Greg and Wanda on Canadian boats, so 53 souls, with them added.

While I did boat work on sailing days, I also enjoyed 27 Work Days on the boat during this summer's season - days on which I neither lived nor sailed, and 12  Other Days,spent off the boat at boating related activities. Adding these 39 to the 91 Sailing/Living days totals 130 days of the 185 in which I was engaged in some sort of boating related activities. But to be honest, not a day goes by without my thinking about the sea and perhaps writing for this blog or articles about sailing or reading about sailing. A very good sailing season indeed.
Here is a beautiful picture of the Fordham University Varsity Crew Team practicing in the early morning mist after launching from our club. I did not take this picture.

My winter work season began on October 29 and will last through next May's launch date, with less boat related activities, but they will be reported in this blog.



                                             

October 18 - 24 -- Oh Canada! -- Including One Bonus Sail in 2019

Family travel by car to visit Sabrina with Ken in Niagara Falls, Canada.

Last time here it was January and





we couldn't get near the falls. They are magnificent up close.

The second picture is Bridal Veil Falls, a tiny separate part of the US Falls. And we learned that 75% of the water in the Niagara River, which flows south to north along the US-Canadian border from Lake Erie which is higher, to Lake Ontario which is lower, has been diverted for making electricity. Hard to believe that four times as much water flowed over the Falls before the diversion.
Our B and B, Bedham House, was right across the street from the edge of the gorge and wonderfully warm, friendly, inexpensive and delicious (Eggs Benedict). We took the Hornblower boat ride

to the foot of both the American and Canadian falls (in pink) and the walked through a tunnel under the Canadian side (in yellow). The dark mark in the mist at the foot of the Canadian Falls is the Hornblower, with 500 folks aboard!

Toured wine country in Niagara On The Lake, a concert in St. Catherines and drove around the SW end of like Ontario to Toronto Airport for our flight to Halifax to visit Greg and Wanda.



This is my fifth visit to that city and the first not by boat. The first was aboard a cruise ship in the fall of 2005; we were watching Hurricane Katrina on the news. The next two were in 2017 on our way to and from the Bra D'or Lakes, and the fourth was at the end of the Bermuda to Halifax run on Russe de Jersey this spring with Yves and Greg.
Our hosts spent most of their summer fixing up their new Albin 37 sloop, Athena I, shown here on the dock.

The next picture is from near her bow, with Greg aboard, the dock house and the house.

We sailed her the afternoon of our arrival. She sails so beautifully with full keel -- no hands needed on the wheel once you aim her straight; she just goes straight, with out auto pilot.

We enjoyed 2.5 hours out on the Bedford Basin, tacking southward toward municipal Halifax and then broad reached back north to our hosts' dock. Before and after the one day of strong wind and rain Greg and I brought her out to her mooring, about 100 yards away, and dinked back to the dock and we reversed the process after the storm. A problem on the return: when almost to the dock we lost the ability to put her into forward or reverse gear. We got tied to the end of the dock and once Greg got out a long line which we ran from her stern to the shore end of the dock, we were able to pivot her around from the head of the dock to its side. Later experimentation showed that apparently the propeller fell off the shaft! A convenient time and place for this: the day after we left was her hauling day and Greg will tow her over to his Club, less than a quarter mile away, using his power boat. He uses the power boat for fishing and to get to the heart of town, 15 minutes away, where there is free docking for day stops.
We took a long drive over to Nova Scotia's wine country, Wolfville and the Minas Basin one day.

The Basin is maybe 20 by 50 miles of water off the NE corner of the Bay of Fundy into which very few people ever sail, bordered by large shallow red sand beaches. Very unusual. And we visited the Maritime Museum in downtown Halifax on the rainy day.

We are hoping that Greg and Wanda will visit NYC in June and we will see them next summer and join them on our planned cruise to Newfoundland.

October 10-16 -- The Season's Last Two Day Sails And Two Evening Activities

The sails were fun because of the people, not the wind, which was very light. The first of them was with Lene, Sid and Jan from New Jersey and Linda and Joel from Long Island. All veterans. The lack of wind suited Joel, whose stomach is tender. We sailed out at speeds of one to three knots under full sail, to the eastern edge of the entrance to Manhasset Bay and then motored back, via the King's Point Channel, four hours. Dinner at the Club was disappointing. I like the food there, including my bay scallops and onion rings that night. Everyone else complained, mostly about the food being overcooked. Our caterer was betrayed by the cook she had working that day, Lene's burger was not medium toward rare but extra well done - dark brown inside and black outside!
The final sail, what with the Old Salts on Wednesday being rained out, was with Bennett and Mike, who are Old Salts. The purpose of the day was to get our dinks and outboards off our boats' davits and stored for the winter. In my case, with the RIB, the boat and outboard are safely ashore but more work is required on each. When the work was completed we sailed for almost two hours, with the same lousy wind as noted above. We zig-zagged in Eastchester Bay, looking for wind and did not get further than .6 miles from the mooring. The interesting thing was that Bennett had to be ashore by a certain time so we put him off ILENE onto the launch near the dock underway, sailing at almost three knots, before heading out to the mooring to tie up for the day.

The evening activities were a dinner and theater date with Bennett and Harriet, and a unique lecture.

 I belong to clubfreetime.org. It is a wonderful service for New Yorkers who like to go out in the evenings to learn and enjoy. For $20.00 per year you get a password. The internet then displays a variety of things to do: theater, concerts, art gallery openings, walks, lectures and other events that are either free or cost $5.  I go out to events that I learn about through this website about twice a week. Most of the events are interesting though not all of them, but I always get my money's worth.
But this event was different. It screamed out to me: GO! A lecture, illustrated with slides, at the South Street Seaport Museum by Peggy Garan about "The Seafaring Cats of Gotham and The Men Who Loved Them". Her website, hatchingcatNYC.com, has many stories involving all sorts of animals since early in 2013.

Her methodology is to search in the New York Times electronic morgue for "cat". She said that the editors mostly in the decades 1890 to 1930, had a thing about cats. Once she finds a story she checks other media to flesh it out and looks up information about the ship involved, the docks it stayed at and the men who loved the cat in question, etc. She told us that this was an era when a lot of cruelty toward animals was sadly tolerated. The ASPCA was in operation but its focus was on horses, not the smaller animals. Her book, "The Cat Men of Gotham; Tales of Feline Friendships in Old New York" tells of 42 cats, in nine chapters. Her interesting and well presented lecture told of seven cats. Seafaring cats are an old phenomenon, both to provide protection against rats and mice eating the provisions and lines and because the sailors got lonely.
One example was the cat of the SS Carpathian -- the ship that in 1912 rescued the survivors from the Titanic.  Captain Rostron was given many honors for his brave efforts, and two ladies gave him a black cat he named Captain who sailed with him, but not on Carpathian's final torpedo-ending voyage in 1918. Tom, was the sole feline survivor of the three cats aboard the USS Maine when it exploded in Havana Harbor in 1898.
Lene and I had seen a single photo of a cat aboard a Skandinavian naval vessel in the Lunenberg Maritime Museum but I had not known that the practice was common. This summer I read "The King's Commission" by Dewey Lambden, (an R rated Hornblower type story) in which the lovable, crusty Captain of a warship in 1791 kept a dozen cats, one of which saved the day for the hero, Alan Lewrie.
I remembered a book that I loved when I was in elementary school: "Brave Tales of Real Dogs", by Eleanor Fairchild Pease, published in 1945. The difference was that the brave dogs of the book rescued people: in Alaska, Lassie, St. Bernards, etc.,  while Ms. Gavan's cats were largely the object of rescue by humans, specifically men.
I spoke with Ms. Gavan and several cat loving audience members before the lecture about our brace of sea cats and showed them pictures of Alfie and Witty aboard.
Few activities are as perfectly located at the intersection of four of my interests, educational experiences, the sea, New York and cats. Thanks, Peggy!

October 4 and 5 -- Two VERY Different Sails

One difference was that these were Lene's first two sails of the season that were not on our cruise. But the two days were so different from each other in terms of wind and other activities.
The first day was with Jeff and Anthony, who have sailed with us in prior years.

In hindsight we should have aborted the sailing -- too much wind. Thirty five knots and a bit more in puffs. The first mistake was in motoring off the mooring. I saw that both the ball and the pickup stick were to port and directed Lene to motor forward. She did, but not fast enough, and the wind pushed us sideways onto the rig destroying the pickup stick and one of the two bridles.
With the second reef I had put in the main before we left. we sailed and turned off the engine.

It was slow so after the jibe to head a bit more east -- we unfurled the small jib too. But when we got headed up to where the wind was close to the beam the boat was overpowered -- too much helm and not enough control -- so we furled the head sail and proceeded under only the double reefed main at speeds of up to six knots. We went in to Manhasset Bay for a more sheltered area in which to sail and got as far in as the race committee barge before tacking to beat our way out. Progress was slow against the strong wind and waves and on the second tack the main blew out.
Actually it was not the sail itself, but only the bowline of the reefing line at the aft end of the boom. In the picture, the line both slopes down diagonally from the lower end of the sail to the aft end of the boom, pulling the sail aft, and loops under the boom where the knot blew out to pull the sail down. Without the aft end pulled tight, the sail flailed and was useless so we lowered it. Later inspection showed that the stub end of the knot I tied was too short and that the whipping rubbed off the line and the knot became undone. The line is long enough for me to leave a longer stub, and by putting a stopper knot at its end I can insure against recurrence.
In any event, we motored, slowly, rather directly into the wind over toward the east side of Manhasset Bay, There the wind was far enough off our starboard bow that we could use the small jib again, under which we sailed home, without the engine, again at up to six knots.
At the destination, having alerted the launch operator as to what I would need, he came out in the launch and we were under motor again. Anthony transferred from ILENE to the launch with our boat hook while both boats were underway, grabbed the remnants of the bridles with the hook and then in hand while standing on the launch and handed them to me on the bow of ILENE while Lene steered ILENE. I really have to thank Anthony who was a big help with grinding winches as well as grabbing the mooring and to Lene's steering ability.

It was not as cold as we had been led to believe but we all repaired to the Club for dinner before heading home.

We sailed the next day with Christine and Heather, also repeat guest sailors, including a few days in the Miami area in 2015. Again, it was cold but not as cold as predicted and a lot less windy.
But before the sail, I participated with about 40 guys and gals in the Harlem's annual fall work party, from 9:30 to 1:00. A lot of work got done. I was mostly involved with the pulling of weeds and the cutting of vines and eventually three trees at the north side of "the farm, our area across the street from the clubhouse. We got a lot of future firewood and filled a dumpster with vegetation. And I got a wee taste of what it must have been like to pick cotton. Other teams did indoor repairs, gardening, washed the windows and put new "sacrificial" two by fours on the sides of the dock's pilings so that the docks would wear away the two by fours rather than the pilings themselves.

Others filled a big pothole in the parking lot with a blacktop patch and lowered and raised the flagpole because the flag halyard to its top had worn through, preventing the raising of the flag. Lowering the pole took a lot of guys holding a lowering line and the fork lift. The next two pics show the two ends of the pole when rotated down from its base and the last shows the tip top, with the line to be inserted through the little space just below the gold dome, showing blue sky.

I also brought our five gallon yellow jerry can of bilge water mixed with diesel ashore and transferred the contents into an empty can which was taken, along with other contributions from other members to a site at Orchard Beach where hazardous and polluting wastes were received.
 I missed most of the free lunch served at 1 p.m. to go sailing.
The wind was gentle and from the west. We sailed down to the south end of Little Neck Bay and back under full main and small jib. An easy pleasant sail. The opposite of the white knuckled sailing of the day before. Before leaving the mooring I had tied a second mooring pennant, part of an old genoa sheet, to the ring at the top of the mooring ball and attached an empty half gallon plastic milk bottle with handle to the bridles with a long line. Returning to the mooring, Lene steered excellently so my picking up that line with the boat hook was easy.
Lene and our guests left and I attended a very productive membership meeting  starting shortly after 5 pm, followed by the Oktoberfest party at 7: LOTS of German themed dishes.
A full day and a beautiful sunset behind a mix of the city skyline and Harlem masts.

September 18 -October 2 -- Fifteen Days with Six Day-Sails and One "Other"

Days sails are fun and interesting, but not the same as cruising. But winter is imminent, a sad time, but I am doing what I can to get as much sailing as possible in before hauling, maybe about a month from now.
Three of the six sail dates were on Wednesdays, aboard ILENE with the Old Salts. The group missed ILENE during the six weeks we were away, but reported that lousy wind on Wednesdays diminished the loss.

Mostly regulars but Aya at the helm in the top pic, and Dan and Mary Jane in the bottom two, are new, I think.  About two hours per day, with lousy wind one of the days, though we went anyway. The last of them, October 2, saw wonderful strong winds on our course deep to the south end of Little Neck Bay on nearly a beam reach with the return including a side trip through the King's Point Channel and around Stepping Stones Light. With three  women aboard, discretion called for a single reef in the main and using the small jib, and we still did 7.4 knots. The helm was manned by Doug, the HYC's secretary, outbound and Sarah on the way back. The only problem (no one was hurt) was that the forecast 35 percent chance of rain turned out to five minutes of 100% heavy driving rain starting about 30 seconds before we got onto the mooring -- the passage of the leading edge of the cold front which cooled the air from a record setting 93 degrees (old record: 92 in 1927) quickly. Everyone went below except Doug on the bow and me at the helm. A better plan would have been to head out to clear water with Doug below and wait for the rain to end.
We closed up the boat in sunny warm dry air and moved the libations from the cockpit to the Adirondack chairs in the Club's gazebo.
Another day, three hours, was the Second Annual Sailing Excursion of the New York Map Society aboard ILENE. Also good wind and every member of the crew took the helm, including the eleven year old daughter of one member. We went out to Execution rocks and back.

Dan, at the right, is a sailor and helped pick up the mooring and performed most of the helming duty. He told me how different ILENE feels as compared to the small boats he is used to, where every slight shift of one's position changes the weight distribution and hence the boats performance
A couple of hours with Rhoda and Lloyd aboard their 27 foot Catalina, Jazz Sail, around lunch at Louie's Restaurant in Port Washington in Manhasset Bay. Zero wind outbound. Louie upscaled his dive about ten-fifteen years ago and it's one of the rare places where one can sail and use the dock while at lunch, but the food is just not the best part of the experience. The return trip started out windless but the wind came up and we made a nice close hauled sail on port tack back to Big Tom before falling off a bit. Lloyd had the helm and is developing good sailing skills.
The sixth day sail was with my Nephew Mendy, in the afternoon of the second day of Rosh Hashonna, after morning services. Again excellent wind. We used full main and small jib and made 7.4 knots heading south toward the fort at the west mouth of Little Neck Bay, then tacked under the Throggs Neck Bridge and a few more times under the Whitestone Bridge and to the longitude of Citi Field. Broad reaching on the way back and also through the Kings Point Channel. Mendy is also developing into a good sailor.
And another day writing the article for Points East magazine about Rhode Island and dinner and theater with Bennett and Harriet.

End of 2019 Cruise Summary August 1 to September 11

Well, as you know, I started out planning to head south this coming winter,leaving in October and  returning to Grenada West Indies after an absence since 2012, or maybe only to the Abacos, which we missed on our transit north from there. But Lene’s dentist told us: “Sure, as long as you don’t leave before Christmas”. I know that John Adams, in the service of his unborn nation, crossed the Atlantic is a wooden three master in January but we didn’t feature the Atlantic, even coast wise, in winter. So was born Plan B: Newfoundland. Sailors we had met in Nova Scotia in 2017 and in Maine in 2018 were going and a buddy boat arrangement promised much fun. But again, my Mate, who suffered several fractures in a non-boating accident in the fall of 2018 said: “Not so far this Summer.” Hence Plan C was called for and it became a sail in Rhode Island.

With only six weeks to sail I was able to combine it with and include the Harlem's Annual Club Cruise, and sailed the first seven days with Huck and Cindy on their 36 foot Pearson, "Miraval". Two boats are needed to call it a "club cruise" but we had more Club activity when we were met by Lloyd and Rhoda who drove their car for a weekend in Bristol, which included a day sail with a flotilla of Herreshoff boats including this beauty. We also met up with retired Harlemites, Hadley and Susan for a dinner in Tiverton. That rendezvous would also have included a day sail except that Hadley is recovering from a surgical procedure and the dinghy-to-boat transitions would not have been safe.

This was the easiest cruise I have done since starting this blog in 2010. For one thing, RI is only about 100 miles from the Harlem in The Bronx, New York. Second, RI is the smallest state of the union so the distances between ports are small. And finally, we took at least one lay day in most of the ports we visited once in Rhode Island.

My plan was to put ILENE into every port I could, with her 5’10’ draft and mast height of 63.5 feet especially to ports I had not been to before. Also, with our crew, the 12 year veteran Alfie Girl and her newly adopted eight year old brother, Cruiser, we strongly prefer moorings or anchoring to docks; to prevent their wanderlust from getting them lost from us. We managed to only dock (other than for fuel and water) in one port. it was "dock only" accomodations that kept us from Allen Harbor, Apponaug, Warwick and Mellville.  My only disappointment was in failing to push a bit harder to anchor in the unnamed cove north of Quonset Point and south of Davisville Depot, and Mackerel Cove on the SE side of Conanicut Island, and visiting (by dink) the historic village of Westerly at the head of the Pawcatuck River. That's why there is a "next year".

We also took the first week of the six to participate in the Harlem Yacht Club's annual cruise, visiting ports in and about Long Island Sound with Huck and Cindy on “Miraval”, their Pearson 36. We visited Port Jeff, both ways, Duck Island Roads, both ways, and on Shelter Island both Coecles and Deering Harbors.

But Rhode Island was our focus and this chart shows where we went:

Port	Nights	Lay Days	New stop?	Anch, Moor or Dock	Dining out?	Comments
Stonington CT	1	0	No	Mooring	Lunch	Not really RI, but on the border
Nappatree Beach/Watch Hill	2,3	1	No	Anchor	Dinner
Point Judith Pond	4-6	2 (but see next two entries)	No	Anchor	No
Wakefield (by dink)	-	0: not by boat	Yes	Dink at Dock	Lunch	Visited by day by dink
Snug Harbor	-	0: Not by boat	No	Dink at Dock	Lunch and Theater	Visited by day by dink
Dutch Harbor	7	0	Yes	Mooring	Lunch and Dinner
Wickford	8,8	1	No	Mooring	Lunch
E. Green- wich	10,11	1	No	Mooring	Lunch
E. Provi- dence	12-14	2	Yes	Dock	2 lunches & 2 dinners
Edgewood	15-16	1	Yes	Mooring	1 lunch, 1 dinner
Bristol	17-20	2 (another night after a day sail)	No	Mooring 2 and anchor 2	1 breakfast, 2 lunchs & 2 dinners
Potter Cove, Prudence is.	21	0	No	Anchor	No
Kickamuit River	22	0	Yes	Anchor	No
Battleship Cove, Fall River MA	23, 24	1	Yes	Mooring	1 breakfast; 1 dinner
Tiverton, Standish Boatyard1	25-26	1	Yes	Mooring	Dinner
Fogland Anchorage	27	0	Yes	Anchor	No
Third Beach, Aquidneck Is.	28	0	No	Anchor	No
Newport	29-30	1	No	Mooring	Dinner
Block Island	31-33	2	No	Mooring	Dinner
Stonington	34	0	No	Mooring	Lunch	2d stop here this cruise
TOTALS:	19 ports	15 lay days

So that’s 19 ports (one twice, and two of them only by dink -- is that cheating?) in 34 days, with 15 lay days: in other words, a lazy man’s cruise.

We had only 184 miles round trip between City Island and Stonington. And we drove only 194 miles "in Rhode Island", divided among the 18 passages (including the day sail with friends from home near the Herreshoff Regata out of Bristol, but excluding the dinghy transit to two ports in Point Judith Pond). The math shows an average of less than eleven miles per passage. And for some of those passages we did not put up sails due to lack of wind or wind in the wrong direction. For those of my friends who still consider me a sailing purist this is proof that I am not!

And of the 19 distinct ports we visited, including two by dink, only eight were new, with 11 old friends, though we discovered new treats in them.

I keep track of this stuff so of our 34 nights, we spent three on the dock in East Providence, 11 on our anchor and 20 on moorings.

The only bad night was in the Great Salt Pond of Block Island, during Hurricane Dorian. This was an avoidable discomfort and hazard. I should have stayed in Newport, more inland and further north from the eye. But I was in love with the idea of visiting Block after the season, when it is quiet and empty -- and we survived.

During the 34 days we had two breakfasts, twelve lunches and eleven dinners in 25 different restaurants, ranging from the appropriately named The Shack in the marina in Dutch Harbor (think Chipotles but better) to fine dining at several places and interesting imaginative grub at ____Diner (since 1916) in East Greenwich. The other 77 meals were taken aboard, mostly cooked by Lene with a few cameo appearances in the galley by the Captain.

We wanted to visit Providence by boat and the problem is the absence of places to anchor or moor. We ended up in very nearby East Providence on a very poor dock for a very high price and we learned from our next stop, in Edgewood, that Edgewood with its lovely little club, would have been a much better bet. Everyone told us "Why Providence; that's where we want to get away from." But we are urban people and the Brown university campus the RISD museum of art, movies, and a Bolivian Cultural festival, plus a free "ticket", a seat of a moored houseboat, to the Beachboys concert made it a fulfilling stop. The harbor master helped us to the "ticket" and the Uber ride to town was short and cheap. But next time, we learned, we can achieve the same result with an Uber ride from Edgewood.

The Kickamuit River was a kick; it looks hard to navigate the entrance by chart, but once in forms a large harbor with lots of anchoring depth and protection. It is only 2.5 road miles from all the commercial activity in Bristol, but there is no commercial activity in the harbor and no indication of anyplace where a stranger can land a dink.