We cannot begin to describe the emotion of entering New York harbor past Lady Liberty. Recently, I researched my Italian family's path to America. My great uncles Leo and Pietro, and my Grandmother Dina and her husband to be, Francesco, all made their way (along with millions of others) to America by this route. All that I could think of as we approached was of them; what they must have thought and felt at the moment they first glimpsed this welcoming beacon to their new home. They had left everything for the dream that was, and is, America.
We had had a long cruise up from Atlantic City under perfect sea conditions.
When we arrived back at the marina, we noticed the flag of Texas on a 32 Albin trawler. We had caught up with Terry and Lauren on Blue Highways. They had been there for a few days staying in a hotel in Manhatten with some family and were preparing to leave the next morning. However, after a couple of beers on our flybridge, my computer wizard wife and Lauren managed to secure four awesome seats at the Yankees vs Red Sox game the next night. So Blue Highways stuck around for another day and the four of us had a great time taking the subway up to the Bronx and watching the game.
We kind of hung around waiting for the new mattress to be delivered...but I think you already heard about that...
Later that night, Carrie and I were hungering for another Italian meal, so we took the water taxi back to the City and a cab to "Little Italy", where everything seemed a bit touristy. We turned to Yelp, but some of the fancier places we called said our shorts and flip flops were not acceptable (Screw them! I've been in shorts now for six, seven weeks and don't plan on anything else soon). Even better, we found a great little highly rated hole in the wall a few blocks off the beaten path called, "Emporio" and enjoyed another outstanding Italian meal.
Today we had a short cruise of 32 miles to Croton-on-Hudson, at Half Moon Bay Marina. We are in the middle of a heat wave in New York, and it was 102 degrees here this afternoon. We made a quick trip to the market for provisions and took a dip in the pool (yes, some marinas here actually have swimming pools).
Then we invited Ron and Jan from Jolly Tolly for drinks and all hell broke loose! As we sat sipping on our fly bridge, Carrie pointed out into the river and said, "What is that?" Well, that turned out to be a thunderstorm whipping across the river at a high rate, and what followed was hail, 30-40 mph winds, rain and our boats rocking sideways in 2-3 foot seas even though we were lined off at a dock! We lost the crackers and cheese on the way down to the salon...but, never fear, we cocktailed on...
Off tomorrow headed north on the Hudson.