Going up the East River with the sights of Manhattan and the thrill of the ride through Hells Gate is always memorable. Al has done this seven times and I’ve done it five times. This was probably the least thrilling for both of us. It was a gray overcast day and we are focused on getting home as soon as possible. Still, it is New York!!
We began Tuesday, October 29th at a reasonable hour, 7:30 am, timing it for a swift trip through Hells Gate but not a terrifying one.
I didn’t take many photos on our trip up the East River; there are plenty on this blog from previous ones. But I couldn’t resist taking these next two.
Shortly after we arrived at Hells Gate.
We usually stop for the day in Port Washington, but with miles to go to reach home, we aimed for Port Jefferson. After 54 damp and gray nautical miles, we picked up an empty mooring (they were ALL empty) at 2:45 pm.
Tomorrow we will be home. One more leg of the trip to go.