There was less useful wind than yesterday for ILENE. We put up sails but took down the Genoa, leaving the Main up as a stabilizer. The glassy sea show this, passing the Northport towers.
We had a hitch hiker for a few minutes; luckily our boat’s tigers were below and did not notice him.
Roger L of Restless toured Oyster Bay on his folding bike and reported he made it back to City Island after a pleasant afternoon sail into headwinds, that built as the afternoon wore on.
Gypsy Jake, beautiful, new and shiny, started after us. A Beneteau 38.1, she is shorter in length (though she has greater volume due to wide beam, and hence slower, and Serge and Julia are more devoted to actually sailing — purists, I call them than we have become, more willing to use the engine in light wind when we have 25 miles to go. So they came into Port Jeff later than we did. Their generous offer of a delicious dinner had to be deferred; no one wants to start cooking A big dinner so late in the day after sailing and the heat suppresses appetite.
The mooring field behind the barrier beach west of the cut has room for many boats but was virtually empty on a Wednesday. Many moorings that fill the larger area just south of the channel were likewise vacant. Both our boats anchored. We lowered the dink and went for a swim. During which I noticed how fouled ILENE’s waterline, her bootstripe and twelve inches below, had become with marine growth in the brief period since Barnacle Buster had cleaned her. So brush in hand I made my way around her and she gleams again.
Hot dry night. Tomorrow, Mattituck.
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