Good-byes and Turning South

Magnolia departed early Thursday morning and turned north on the Hudson to enter the Erie Canal system. We turned south and retraced our path, heading for home. Although It was hard to say goodbye after the 10 fun-filled days together, we are very glad we joined them on this leg of their latest adventure.

Magnolia departs.

The red bridge reflected in the water looked so pretty in the early morning light.

Look what pulled into Kingston for this weekend – the GlassBarge is here now.

Much of this next part of our trip is a rerun, in the reverse direction. Funny thing, even though you might have been there and done that, you can still find new things to enjoy or notice.

It’s a lovely morning on the Hudson.

Esopus Light, again. She is a pretty “Maid of the Meadows.”

By 10:00 am the river was waking up and we were passing more pleasure boats heading north than we had seen last week. On the way to do “The Great Loop”?

This boat caught Al’s eye – a 1989 Morgan 44 center cockpit, named “Free Spirit Too”. He chatted with the captain over the VHF radio. Unable to sell the sailboat and get the trawler he wanted, he just removed the mast and began his journey from North Carolina. Instant trawler??? He’s doing the Great Loop with it. I admire his determination to fulfill a dream. (This boat should look familiar because it is a sister ship to our old Morgan.

The pretty morning mutated into a choppy afternoon ride as the winds increased, against the current.

We enjoyed Cold Spring and decided to stop here again, anchoring in Foundry Cove.

As we passed the Cold Spring town dock, we saw the Clearwater sloop.

Clearwater, Pete Seeger’s sloop and a floating classroom. We counted six separate groups on board, listening intently.

Ok, I know, I know, but how could we pass up another round of MooMoo’s ice cream???? We will diet when we return home.

We spent a rocking and rolling night with the winds and currents out Foundry Cove. For breakfast we treated ourselves to our one and only breakfast “off board” of the whole trip with a return visit to Hudson Hils Cafe.

Hudson Hils doesn’t look like much from the outside, but the interior is fresh and cheerful.

And the food is creative and delicious. The wait staff are friendly and fun, too.

Now that it is just the two of us, we aren’t touring or socializing as much. We are missing our buddies on Magnolia, so we fill our time with projects.

Al worked on a leaky porthole that has been nagging him.

And I got out a weaving project. I “acquired” a new smaller loom just to see if I could weave on the boat. Yup, can do it!

We were having dinner guests that evening – people we had never met. 😉 MJ (as in Dean and Mary Jo from SYC) has a brother, Pete, who lives on the Hudson and is a boater, too. We made arrangements to pick them up at the Cold Spring Boat Club and bring them out to Kindred Spirit for dinner. We all had a great time and we look forward to seeing them again when they make their first boating excursion eastward to Shennecossett in July.

Dinner guests arriving!

Shannon, Michele, Pete, and Al (I guess we are still socializing!)

Off we go again the next morning, only 80% sure of where we wanted to anchor for the night.

The winds were less, but we dodged a lot of floating logs during the first hour. Most were caught in the current line, floating in an informal swath together.

We passed West Point again, with the morning sun shining on it from the east.  It’s worth another picture, don’t you think?

“Army” sailboat. Amusing to see a sailboat with the name “Army” on its sailcover.

We had been debating for 2 days about this next stopover. The annual Clearwater’s Great Hudson River Revival, the country’s oldest music and environmental festival, would be held at Croton Point Park this weekend. I researched it and it truly sounded like an awesome event. The Revival was founded by folksinger Pete Seeger over fifty years ago, inspired by his desire to clean up the Hudson River. He began by building the sloop Clearwater, which became a world-renowned floating classroom complete with educational programs, and leadership in environmental and social justice.

The festival held at Croton State Park, where we were anchored,  included a juried Handcrafters’ Village, the Green Living Expo, the Working Waterfront with small boat exhibits and rides, the Artisanal Food & Farm Market, environmental education displays and exhibits, and seven stages for concerts.

Sounded terrific, except……. 1) boats were not allowed, not even dinghies, 2) no place to bring a dinghy within walking distance, 3) a one-day ticket for a senior citizen cost $76. We regretfully decided to sit this one out.

From our anchored location we could hear music and see some tents. The Clearwater and the Mystic Whaler were taking people out on excursions.

The Mystic Whaler. That boat really travels around!

Pete Seeger’s sloop, Clearwater

When we arrived, before noon, there were only 2 sailboats in the anchorage off Croton Point Park.

By afternoon the anchorage had filled with 74 (I counted! ) small- to medium powerboats surrounding us. They weren’t interested in the festival, this was just the ordinary weekend crowd on a beautiful June Saturday, complete with floating toys and loud music.

A nearby sailboat was probably here for the festival, they seemed like “free spirits,” or at least she did. Note – if you sunbathe in that attire, you have to expect people will notice! I used a discreet gray box to cover her.

There was an assortment of boats in the anchorage, but most were powerboats.

Once most of the day trippers had departed and the anchorage was quieter, we were treated to an hour-long concert by They Might Be Giants followed by Ani deFranco. No view, but great acoustics out here.

We Might Be Giants and Ani DeFranco
What a nice way to spend the evening on our boat, listening to a concert.

The sun set over the hills on a very nice day.

Croton Reservoir in Manhattan, in the 1880’s.

An afterthought  — I read a lot while we spend time on the boat. I just finished reading an older novel, Time and Again by Jack Finney. It’s a time travel story in Manhattan (1970 and 1882) without the trappings of strange overly scientific and technical  science fiction.  The main character walks past Croton Reservoir on the west side of Manhattan between 79th and 86th Streets and 6thand 7thAvenue. I wondered if that was a fact. Yes, it is true!

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