We are continuing to enjoy living aboard each night. The big news on Eastchester Bay was the same as that all over the northeast, the pall of wood smoke. But nine of us sailed on Bennett’s Ohana for about 2.5 chilly hours.
Fifteen knot winds from the north gave us boat speeds over seven knots and without large seas. Winds were from near the beam both outbound and on the return. We got to Green Can # 1, east of Execution Rocks, and back, passing north of the lighthouse both ways. Uncharacteristically, I did none of the helming and almost none of of the trimming. Being a mere passenger was fun, though I’d like to not make a habit of it.
But the atmosphere was surreal. Like sailing in a fog. The helmsmen, mostly David and Beau, eschewed reliance on the chart plotter and compass. After all, these are our home waters. But for a while we were so disoriented that we mistook Long Island for Hart Island! The sun, at about 3 pm, way up overhead, above the spreader (yardarm) in the upper right corner in this photo:
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