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We left our anchorage in Hudson River and motored round Lower Manhattan and up East River to be at slag tide at Hells Gate, which is a place where the river divide and can be like rush-hour if you come when there is a lot of river traffic with tug-boats, ferries and tourist boats. It was exiting to pass all the skyscrapers on Manhattan from the other side, pass under the bridges and leave New York City behind us. We took a lot of photos. It was still very hot, but nice an refreshing to see green islands and sandy beaches again. The first night we anchored up in a small bay on the north side of Long Island Sound at Mammaroneck, a lovely quiet spot, and there was no wind at all. However, channel 16 on the VHF radio kept giving tornado warnings for our area. David was almost sarcastic about this Coast Guard message, because we heard weird messages all the time. One of those I remember was a Pam -Pam message from a family who wanted to get evacuated from an island because they were attacked by horse-flies.
As precaution David put out ten meters extra anchor chain, and together we put the snug on the chain. It was dark now. When we were both on the fore-deck, a huge gust of wind suddenly overpowered us, pulled the anchor chain straight out and the boat heaved over. The wind got up form nowhere and the rain started. Within seconds we had readings of 35 knots of wind. To our horror we were now on a lee shore only 100yards away, not nice! The engine went on. The next hour David held the helm and in the gusts he put the engine into gear. Our bearings stayed fixed, as the anchor held. The wind died as suddenly as it came. What a fright we got, though! This is definitely a continent of extremes!
The next day we sailed into Port Jefferson on Long Island and spent the next two days visiting relatives of mine. My grandfather’s two brothers went to America at the beginning of the twentieth century. One of them settled near Seattle in Washington State. The other stayed in New York. He had five children. One of them, Howard aged 86,stayed in Long island with his wife Edith. I visited them 40 years ago. Again this time they showed us great hospitality for the couple of days we were there. Their son, Raymond was a spitting image of my own grandfather. We continued our sail out of Long Island Sound on 13th of June and visited Fisher and Block Islands. We are now in Cape Cod and we are going to leave the boat in a small anchorage Quissett Bay, close to Woods Hole, and fly out to Vancouver in Canada for 14 days and get a new visa-waver on return. In Woods Hole we took the ferry to Martha’s Vineyard. We took our bicycles along and cycled. The Vineyard is an lovely un-spoiled island, but definitely a retreat for the rich and famous. We didn’t see any of them , but I am sure some of them saw us!