Amateur self-psychoanalysis is a risky business. Another wisdom, from the Greeks, is: "Know thyself!" Do these views conflict? In any event:
While we were in Vancouver BC last month, I toured two local used book stores. In one of them I found, but did not buy, a book about Richard Halliburton. Never heard of him? I think few folks today would recognize the name. He was very popular in the 1920s and 30s. My elementary school library had some of his books. I read them in the fifth grade and was a fan.
Halliburton was an adventurer, mostly by water, who wrote books about his odd ball adventures, many of which involved water. Examples:
Diving into the lake in which the Aztecs sacrificed virgins;
Swimming in the pools of the gardens of the Taj Mahal;
Swimming the length of the Panama Canal during two days, and, since they charged by displacement, paying the lowest passage fee in the history of the Canal. I remember his report on how much his muscles were restored during his night of sleep.
I had nor known until I looked him up that he lost his life at age 39 in 1939 aboard a Chinese junk that he had caused to built and was sailing from China to San Francisco when it was confronted by a typhoon.
I was a fan and wanted to have watery adventures too. And now I am enjoying them.
My first overnight hike with the Boy Scouts was at age 11, in a camp on Staten Island. My Mom looked at me from the window of our apartment in Washington Heights as I headed off to join the troop. Decades later she told me that I surprised her by never looking back. I like adventures. But I also like to return home.
Racing in sailboats around the bouys is fun and exciting but does not get you away from home enough. Cruising does. And doing so with the one you love is ideal.
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
July 9 -- Sandwich to Provincetown, 23 Miles
Such a short hop that we were able to sail almost the whole way, under genoa only, on very broad reaches in light winds for five hours at slow speed. Almost all of the 23 miles were a straight shot across Cape Cod Bay and we jibed twice to stay near the lay line. When speed over ground fell below three knots we motored from noon to one. But most of the journey was slow, steady, uneventful and pleasant under warm sunny skies. What moew couls one ask for? More wind. It came up as soon as we doused sails in P Town harbor
While underway I called the Raymarine tech rep and learned how to put in the line projecting our course over ground from the bow of the boat, and to make the image of the boat smaller so it does not block as much of the chart.. Little by little I am coming to appreciate the new electronics. Another feature: though our masthead wind speed measuer was broken by birds, the computer shows a yellow arrow on the screen giving us an approximation of the wind speed and direction. I'm not sure of its input for that information but it is approximately right.
But a rude unpleasant surprise awaited us at the P Town Marina: $2.50 per foot for a mooring is rather outrageous. I don't believe I have ever seen such a high price before for a mooring. Yes, we can afford to pay $107.50 per night for lodging on vacation, and I did pay it, but, as I told the Marina: "Never Again!" Such pricing may be the way of the future but the thing that made it an outrage here is that we not only paid more, but we got less. I have been here about six times and the benefit of the marina's moorings was that they were located behind the seawall, providing protection from waves. But the whole area behind the seawall has been "developed" by being filled with docks and private moorings for big boats, leaving us out from behind the seawall's protection where we had a rolly night. Next time we will either explore the competitor's moorings, closer to the tip of the Cape, or simply trust to our Rocna and use the dinghy.
The seawall is the low white line to the right, a big white docked boat is seen over the top of the bow of the green sailboat behind us and the rest of the docks are represented buy the large (small in the photo) concrete pilings seen the the left of the green sailboat.
I walked to the Stop and Shop to pick up a prescription for oral steriods sent in there by our internist for Lene's sciatica and checked out a book store and some galleries. As you know, Lene sends out an email with a Readers Digest condensed version of this blog (in her own more personal and emotional voice) to about 80 of our friends (thus competing for readership with me). She mentioned her problem and got a large number of replies expressing sympathy and providing advice. The best of the advice came from Dr. Bill, who we met up with again last summer in Nova Scotia and Maine. He is a retired orthopedic surgeon, called, spent time to take a detailed interview and prescribed rest, with large numbers of pillows under her knees. He did this so adamantly that Lene finally agreed that exercise was not a solution to this problem. Nurse Roger is getting a chance to help. Lene is allready showing improvement. We dined aboard.
While underway I called the Raymarine tech rep and learned how to put in the line projecting our course over ground from the bow of the boat, and to make the image of the boat smaller so it does not block as much of the chart.. Little by little I am coming to appreciate the new electronics. Another feature: though our masthead wind speed measuer was broken by birds, the computer shows a yellow arrow on the screen giving us an approximation of the wind speed and direction. I'm not sure of its input for that information but it is approximately right.
But a rude unpleasant surprise awaited us at the P Town Marina: $2.50 per foot for a mooring is rather outrageous. I don't believe I have ever seen such a high price before for a mooring. Yes, we can afford to pay $107.50 per night for lodging on vacation, and I did pay it, but, as I told the Marina: "Never Again!" Such pricing may be the way of the future but the thing that made it an outrage here is that we not only paid more, but we got less. I have been here about six times and the benefit of the marina's moorings was that they were located behind the seawall, providing protection from waves. But the whole area behind the seawall has been "developed" by being filled with docks and private moorings for big boats, leaving us out from behind the seawall's protection where we had a rolly night. Next time we will either explore the competitor's moorings, closer to the tip of the Cape, or simply trust to our Rocna and use the dinghy.
I walked to the Stop and Shop to pick up a prescription for oral steriods sent in there by our internist for Lene's sciatica and checked out a book store and some galleries. As you know, Lene sends out an email with a Readers Digest condensed version of this blog (in her own more personal and emotional voice) to about 80 of our friends (thus competing for readership with me). She mentioned her problem and got a large number of replies expressing sympathy and providing advice. The best of the advice came from Dr. Bill, who we met up with again last summer in Nova Scotia and Maine. He is a retired orthopedic surgeon, called, spent time to take a detailed interview and prescribed rest, with large numbers of pillows under her knees. He did this so adamantly that Lene finally agreed that exercise was not a solution to this problem. Nurse Roger is getting a chance to help. Lene is allready showing improvement. We dined aboard.
July 8 -- Sakonnet River Anchorage to Sandwich Marina, 43 Miles
A very easy day. We pulled anchor at 7:15. The bottom was sandy so there was no mud problem. Very little traffic on a Sunday morning. Very little wind too, though we had sails up and they gave us a few tenths of a knot until the last few hours. The last seven of the miles were in the canal at speeds up to 10.4 knots but averaging less than eight. Conditions in the Canal were very rough, too rough for autopilot. It was like New York's East River with waves that threw ILENE's head from side to side and caused her to pitch. But not as much as last year, coming the other way, when the cats cried in terror.
The Sandwich Marina is an excavated space on the Cape side of the Canal near its Cape Cod Bay end. We had a bit of a problem coming in. We misunderstood the instructions and were headed past our assigned berth to B dock instead of C Dock. The problems were that I realized that this was the shallow end of the marina, as evidenced by many small shallow draft fishing boats, and that turning a sailboat via a five point turn is no mean feat in a small space. ILENE is the only boat with a tall mast and B Dock is the empty one a bit closer to the camera. The Canal runs just past the building with the red roof it the background and the row of green trees, left, are on the other side of the Canal.
Lene says I did a great job and being praised by my woman is always a thrill, though I'm just pleased that we neither hit the bottom nor any of the other boats docked around us. We were tied up by 2:30. Then Lene observed, accurately, that with our next stop, Provincetown, only 23 miles away, we could have gone there today. This was our first night of paying rent for docks or moorings on this cruise.
You know that Lene's leg is bad when she let me walk to the supermarket -- a task she so enjoys doing. We used the Marina's new modern clean showers and dined at Fishermans View restaurant, only about 200 yards from the boat, just off to the left of the picture. It has large picture windows overlooking the Canal, hence the name. It opened less than two years ago. They brag being named one of the ten best restaurants on the Cape by a Boston mgazine. The food was good, the service courteous and friendly, the prices reasonable and the place packed. We ordered five starters and no entrees but the portions were so large that we took two of them back to our home. The cats enjoyed prowling the dock. It was a quiet night.
The Sandwich Marina is an excavated space on the Cape side of the Canal near its Cape Cod Bay end. We had a bit of a problem coming in. We misunderstood the instructions and were headed past our assigned berth to B dock instead of C Dock. The problems were that I realized that this was the shallow end of the marina, as evidenced by many small shallow draft fishing boats, and that turning a sailboat via a five point turn is no mean feat in a small space. ILENE is the only boat with a tall mast and B Dock is the empty one a bit closer to the camera. The Canal runs just past the building with the red roof it the background and the row of green trees, left, are on the other side of the Canal.
You know that Lene's leg is bad when she let me walk to the supermarket -- a task she so enjoys doing. We used the Marina's new modern clean showers and dined at Fishermans View restaurant, only about 200 yards from the boat, just off to the left of the picture. It has large picture windows overlooking the Canal, hence the name. It opened less than two years ago. They brag being named one of the ten best restaurants on the Cape by a Boston mgazine. The food was good, the service courteous and friendly, the prices reasonable and the place packed. We ordered five starters and no entrees but the portions were so large that we took two of them back to our home. The cats enjoyed prowling the dock. It was a quiet night.
Sunday, July 8, 2018
July 7 -- North Cove to the Sakonnet River Anchorage, A Few Miles More Than 57
The strong predicted winds for today came early, during the night, while ILENE was safely on a mooring in North Cove. And it was sunny all day but quite cool in the morning, after a night under covers. We wore long pants and several layers.
We got off at 8:15 after I had a problem letting go of the mooring pennant. Its eye was too small to fit over the horns of our cleat so after a turn around the cleat, I placed the eye over the head of the windlass. The night's winds snugged that turn in so tight around the cleat that I had to use the big screwdriver to pry it loose.
Tide was fair and wind from the northeast but light so we elected to exit the Sound via The Race (South of Fisher's Island) rather than through Watch Hill Passage, north of that Island, as had been planned. Also the tide stayed fair longer on the route we selected. That southern route is what added two or so miles to the planned 57.
A cool feature of the new MFD is that it displays tiny arrows with numbers in them on the chart showing the direction and speed of the tidal current, including "slack" when it is slack tide in the waters around our position. So we no longer have to guestimate the current. The fact is that we had very little adverse current all day. The southern route around Fisher's Island also gave us a better angle on the wind for the long stretch from the Race to Point Judith. Here is her light.
From Point Judith we turned a bit to port and got a better wind angle on the course to Sachuest Point. When we entered the Sakonet River, we were on a very broad reach and then doused sails and motored the last mile to the anchorage.
We had made eight knots for a few early hours using tide, sails and engine but enjoyed several hours without the noisy engine at speeds better than five. Below that speed it is engine time for sure.
We passed around a race group, during a break period between races. It's always tough to go around a race in progress because we don't know where they are going to be going -- are they near the beginning or end of the leg they are on? We try to keep out of their way.
We passed Cliff Walk and took showers in the cockpit there -- about a mile off shore. We anchored at about 5:15, after nine hours underway. A wind gust set our anchor for us. The anchorage seemed crowded, with a lot of day sailors as we approached, but it is quite large with plenty of room for us. The photos show that a lot less boats were still there in the morning light. The Sakonnet is no longer a secret spot for us. Its other advantages are how easy it is to get in and out, both its wide open mouth and its nearness to the ocean. And the shoreline is Newport's Third Beach, a good spot to swim if one is so inclined. The only drawback: a bad place to be in a nor'easter.
Here is the Sakonet River light, which we passed on our way out the next morning.
We may be having a very serious problem with this cruise. Lene is experiencing very painful sciatica in her right leg. Unless this goes away, she will not be able to partake of shore fun, hikes and the like, and it may require that she fly home and I bring the boat back alone (alone except for the cats). I'm hoping that this will be a false alarm and that the condition will resolve completely and quickly. Lene is a trooper.
We got off at 8:15 after I had a problem letting go of the mooring pennant. Its eye was too small to fit over the horns of our cleat so after a turn around the cleat, I placed the eye over the head of the windlass. The night's winds snugged that turn in so tight around the cleat that I had to use the big screwdriver to pry it loose.
Tide was fair and wind from the northeast but light so we elected to exit the Sound via The Race (South of Fisher's Island) rather than through Watch Hill Passage, north of that Island, as had been planned. Also the tide stayed fair longer on the route we selected. That southern route is what added two or so miles to the planned 57.
A cool feature of the new MFD is that it displays tiny arrows with numbers in them on the chart showing the direction and speed of the tidal current, including "slack" when it is slack tide in the waters around our position. So we no longer have to guestimate the current. The fact is that we had very little adverse current all day. The southern route around Fisher's Island also gave us a better angle on the wind for the long stretch from the Race to Point Judith. Here is her light.
We had made eight knots for a few early hours using tide, sails and engine but enjoyed several hours without the noisy engine at speeds better than five. Below that speed it is engine time for sure.
We passed around a race group, during a break period between races. It's always tough to go around a race in progress because we don't know where they are going to be going -- are they near the beginning or end of the leg they are on? We try to keep out of their way.
We passed Cliff Walk and took showers in the cockpit there -- about a mile off shore. We anchored at about 5:15, after nine hours underway. A wind gust set our anchor for us. The anchorage seemed crowded, with a lot of day sailors as we approached, but it is quite large with plenty of room for us. The photos show that a lot less boats were still there in the morning light. The Sakonnet is no longer a secret spot for us. Its other advantages are how easy it is to get in and out, both its wide open mouth and its nearness to the ocean. And the shoreline is Newport's Third Beach, a good spot to swim if one is so inclined. The only drawback: a bad place to be in a nor'easter.
Saturday, July 7, 2018
July 6 -- Lay Day in North Cove, Zero Miles
Predicted heavy rain from 8 am until 4 pm dictated the lay day. And I took advantage of the predicted heavy rains by scrubbing the guano off the blue canvas with soap and then going out in the downpour to rinse off the soap. Also, though I tried to direct the salt water from the hose to hit the anchor chain and wash of the black Cold Spring Harbor mud clinging to it before the links came up on deck, I was not totally successful and we ended up with a lot of black mud by the toe rails so I used the rain to wash that off too. But the rain ended in the late morning. you have prevoisly seen pictures of the door to the aft head, the cats head, and of the hook that was intended to keep the door from swinging and binging itself off its hnges, while permitting a cat to enter. here is the final product, after I filed down the point of the hook to ease operation.
Ah, a chance to kick back and read! Well no, actually.
Instead I plotted out the remaining legs of our journey to Casco Bay in Maine where the keel extention project is set to begin July 16. I figured the distances from North Cove to Sandwich, at the far end of the Cape Cod Canal as a two leg trip, July 7 and 8. On the eighth, the tide will be favorable in the canal in the afternoon, letting us get to its entrance any time between one and four, This fact militated against a stay in eastern Buzzards Bay, near the Canal's entrance.
We considered two alternative stopping places between North Cove and Sandwich. Point Judith Pond was one candidate, only 44 miles from North Cove, but in meant 59 miles the next day from there to Sandwich. The winner, however, was with a spot in the bight at the west bank of the Sakonnet River, just north of its mouth, called Sachuet. This meant the two passages were 57 and 43 miles. I liked Sakonnet because I have never been there.
The remaining sceduled stops after Sandwich are: Provincetown (23 miles), Gloucester (48 miles), Isles of Shoals (29 miles) and Portland (49 miles). But as they say: "Man plans; God laughs." So all such plans are inherently indefinite and subject to change.
We dinked to the dock and walked in to town, first to the supermarket. Half way there we asked for directions and Rosemary gave us a lift. And Bill gave us a ride back to the dinghy dock to drop off the shopping and then back to Main Street for our first restaurant meal of this cruise. Bill said that the dredging had been done by the Army Corps of Engineers, all last winter, and paid for by the State of Connecticut. Nice of the State to take care of its yachtsmen in such a benevolent manner. North Cove is a nice pretty spot and ILENE is closest to the dock.
Before bed I checked tomorrow's weather and NOAA predicted 10 to 15 knots, up to 20 knots in gusts -- from the NE. So my sleep was troubled by alternative destinations, the first change of the newly laid plans.. Fifty seven miles of beating into strong winds would not appeal to Lene -- or to me either.
Ah, a chance to kick back and read! Well no, actually.
Instead I plotted out the remaining legs of our journey to Casco Bay in Maine where the keel extention project is set to begin July 16. I figured the distances from North Cove to Sandwich, at the far end of the Cape Cod Canal as a two leg trip, July 7 and 8. On the eighth, the tide will be favorable in the canal in the afternoon, letting us get to its entrance any time between one and four, This fact militated against a stay in eastern Buzzards Bay, near the Canal's entrance.
We considered two alternative stopping places between North Cove and Sandwich. Point Judith Pond was one candidate, only 44 miles from North Cove, but in meant 59 miles the next day from there to Sandwich. The winner, however, was with a spot in the bight at the west bank of the Sakonnet River, just north of its mouth, called Sachuet. This meant the two passages were 57 and 43 miles. I liked Sakonnet because I have never been there.
The remaining sceduled stops after Sandwich are: Provincetown (23 miles), Gloucester (48 miles), Isles of Shoals (29 miles) and Portland (49 miles). But as they say: "Man plans; God laughs." So all such plans are inherently indefinite and subject to change.
We dinked to the dock and walked in to town, first to the supermarket. Half way there we asked for directions and Rosemary gave us a lift. And Bill gave us a ride back to the dinghy dock to drop off the shopping and then back to Main Street for our first restaurant meal of this cruise. Bill said that the dredging had been done by the Army Corps of Engineers, all last winter, and paid for by the State of Connecticut. Nice of the State to take care of its yachtsmen in such a benevolent manner. North Cove is a nice pretty spot and ILENE is closest to the dock.
Friday, July 6, 2018
July 5 -- Oyster Bay to North Cove, Old Saybrook CT, 61 Miles
In the morning we passed the men who dredge oysters form Oyster Bay. Very hard backbreaking work.
The downside of our pleasant little 17 miles yesterday is that we had a far piece to traverse today. We were underway for ten hours, from nine to seven, motoring all the way on flat seas until the last ninety minutes when the wind came up on our Starboard quarter and we averaged about 7.5 knots, with full sails. The wind also blew away the heat. ILENE just loves to get wind enough to sail. Our wind speed measuring instrument was indeed taken off by the bird (it apparently got in the way of their mast top perch) so wind speed is truly an extimate -- only about twelve, no whitecaplets. In the past it was an uncalibrated qreading, not a mere estimate.
Enroute AIS told me that the southbound Bridgeport to Port Jefferson Ferry "Park City" would be crossing only a couple of hundred feet from us at 16.5 knots. I switched to channel 13 to call him but before I could, I saw that he had altered course to pass safely behind us. So I just called him, by name, to thank him for doing so.
We had a lot of discussion about where to go, informed by the fact that with thunderstorms and 90 percent chance of rain tomorrow, we would be staying there an extra day. Shopping and fueling were also considerations. We talked about Clinton, too short a jaunt, and Niantic, which I favored, but with a nine am departure there were not enough daylight. Lene called the North Cove YC to ask about dredging. We have enjoyed this cove with a nice walk into Old Saybrook with its shops and restaurants several times in the past, but once got stuck in the mud near the entrance, fortunately on a rising tide. But the place had been dredged last winter and depth was not a problem. Other advantages of this place are (a) it is only 2.2 miles up river through a well marked channel from the sound, (b) with a fuel dock on the way, and (c) below the railroad bridge obviating the possibility of getting bottled up if the bridge has mechanical failures. Lene's approach to the dock was simply perfect and we took on 18 gallons of diesel, not much for the distance ILENE has gone so far this summer, and filled the water tanks.
In the past the rules in North Cove were: "Take any of the moorings where the pick up stick is marked by a yellow plastic ribbon because the owner is away -- and the mooring is free". But Lene was told over the phone to take "any mooring" so we took one near the entrance, without a yellow ribbon. Half an hour later we were hailed by its owner, returning from an evening race. He told us to take a free town mooring, at the other end of the mooring field, formerly known as the shallow end. We did so with trepidation about the depth, but got safely on a mooring there, only a short dink ride to the dock. By now it was nine pm and a very light and easy dinner aboard. Another warm quiet night.
Enroute AIS told me that the southbound Bridgeport to Port Jefferson Ferry "Park City" would be crossing only a couple of hundred feet from us at 16.5 knots. I switched to channel 13 to call him but before I could, I saw that he had altered course to pass safely behind us. So I just called him, by name, to thank him for doing so.
In the past the rules in North Cove were: "Take any of the moorings where the pick up stick is marked by a yellow plastic ribbon because the owner is away -- and the mooring is free". But Lene was told over the phone to take "any mooring" so we took one near the entrance, without a yellow ribbon. Half an hour later we were hailed by its owner, returning from an evening race. He told us to take a free town mooring, at the other end of the mooring field, formerly known as the shallow end. We did so with trepidation about the depth, but got safely on a mooring there, only a short dink ride to the dock. By now it was nine pm and a very light and easy dinner aboard. Another warm quiet night.
July 3-4 -- We're Off! City island to Cold Spring Harbor, 17 Miles
July 3 was for transporting the rest of our stuff from home to boat, including our most precious cargo, our amazing cats, excited to start their eleventh sailing season; well not really, not in the heat.
Then to the supermarket for the final provisioning of perishables, and after stowing them, returning our car to the garage in our building in Manhattan where it will not be subject to flooding in the event of nor'easters. The subway trip back was the most amazingly fast trip ever, with zero waiting time for the local, the express, the local again and the bus. Miraculous timing, perhaps an omen for the cruise? We also missed the rain which occurred during our time in the restaurant. Living a charmed life.
City Island sunset.
A very peaceful night on our mooring, though quite hot.
Next morning we departed the Harlem at 8:30 and motored out east to the entrance of Oyster Bay in zero wind. I did not even put up the main. Then a bit of wind from the north permitted us to sail, slowly, under genoa only, on port broad reach, south, the last few miles into Cold Spring Harbor, where we anchored, near its east side, in 17 feet of water.
While motoring, a lot of interior cleaning got done. I experienced our new electronics -- the beginning of our learning curve on how to use item. We have most of the basics down already but there is still a lot to learn.
One feature will need to be tweaked: the AIS (Automatic Identification System) shows all other AIS equipped boats near us, as little triangles on the chart displayed on the MFD. It shows a line from the bow of each, indicating its course. And we can look up more information including its name so we can call a boat before we can see its name on its hull, if communications would be useful to prevent accidents. Not all boats broadcast their AIS information, including ILENE. Larger boats are required to broadcast but we have only the cheaper passive AIS, so we recieve signals from other boats without broadcasting our own. One drawback is that AIS could distract the helmsperson from the important task of looking about, burying his eyes in the screen instead, in which event he or she will not see boats, like ILENE, that are not broadcasting AIS. And it being July Fourth, there was a huge amount of traffic off the north shore of Long Island that we were traversing. A useful feature is that AIS presents alarms (audible and visual) whenever it thinks we will get too close to another boat broadcasting AIS. This will be useful when out at sea at night. But today it was incessant with so many boats nearby. I'm sure there must be a way to turn off the alarms or decrease their frequency, and we will have to learn how to use it.
In Cold Spring Harbor we saw a boat that looked familiar and we closed to her. It was "Aria",
formerly owned by my friend Jim. A 26 foot Ocean Voyager. I sailed with him many times on her, including from Baltimore to the Harlem. It brought back such great memories. Her new owner, on the bow, lives in Brooklyn.
Several little ten minute projects got done -- too hot for the big ones, the outdoor cleaning jobs..We moored in twenty feet of water with a lot of chain out. It was a bit roly by day due to many powerboat wakes, but they most all left before bedtime and we had a quiet night, We lazed about drinking liquids to prevent hypothermia and enjoying our food and rest. I have seen enough fireworks to last a lifetime and the cats never particularly liked them.
City Island sunset.
Next morning we departed the Harlem at 8:30 and motored out east to the entrance of Oyster Bay in zero wind. I did not even put up the main. Then a bit of wind from the north permitted us to sail, slowly, under genoa only, on port broad reach, south, the last few miles into Cold Spring Harbor, where we anchored, near its east side, in 17 feet of water.
While motoring, a lot of interior cleaning got done. I experienced our new electronics -- the beginning of our learning curve on how to use item. We have most of the basics down already but there is still a lot to learn.
One feature will need to be tweaked: the AIS (Automatic Identification System) shows all other AIS equipped boats near us, as little triangles on the chart displayed on the MFD. It shows a line from the bow of each, indicating its course. And we can look up more information including its name so we can call a boat before we can see its name on its hull, if communications would be useful to prevent accidents. Not all boats broadcast their AIS information, including ILENE. Larger boats are required to broadcast but we have only the cheaper passive AIS, so we recieve signals from other boats without broadcasting our own. One drawback is that AIS could distract the helmsperson from the important task of looking about, burying his eyes in the screen instead, in which event he or she will not see boats, like ILENE, that are not broadcasting AIS. And it being July Fourth, there was a huge amount of traffic off the north shore of Long Island that we were traversing. A useful feature is that AIS presents alarms (audible and visual) whenever it thinks we will get too close to another boat broadcasting AIS. This will be useful when out at sea at night. But today it was incessant with so many boats nearby. I'm sure there must be a way to turn off the alarms or decrease their frequency, and we will have to learn how to use it.
In Cold Spring Harbor we saw a boat that looked familiar and we closed to her. It was "Aria",
Several little ten minute projects got done -- too hot for the big ones, the outdoor cleaning jobs..We moored in twenty feet of water with a lot of chain out. It was a bit roly by day due to many powerboat wakes, but they most all left before bedtime and we had a quiet night, We lazed about drinking liquids to prevent hypothermia and enjoying our food and rest. I have seen enough fireworks to last a lifetime and the cats never particularly liked them.
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