As we had experienced a few
days of wet and windy weather we were starting to get concerned about getting
back south, so our hop back along the sound would be a quick one. First day we left and it was chilly, we were
wrapped and in thermals and ollies, as we manoeuvred out of the channel we were
greeted by a large cruise ship arriving in Newport for the day, this would make
2 cruises hips which anchor out in the channel and ferry passengers ashore, it
would be a busy day in Newport.
We had light SE winds which
were making sailing a challenge; this continued through out the day with Mark
trying various sail combinations to get us moving, we were glad we had the
spinnaker. So although a frustrating day
we made over 50 miles and anchored in Duck
Harbour, this would be as close to Connecticut as we would
get and we never managed to get ashore.
Next day we had a leisurely
start as we knew early in the day the tide running in Long Island Sound would
be against us, so progress was again slow and a significant period was spent
motoring. We had been heading for Port
Jefferson where we had stop previously but we made good time and managed to get
a few miles west of our target and tucked in behind a small headland with some
pretty house, this provided enough shelter peaceful night.
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Peaceful anchorage |
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Look how calm |
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Our neighbours for the night |
As we left the next morning
the winds were light but the sea was rolly, it was short and choppy and kept knocking
the little wind we had out of the sails, another frustrating day ahead! Mark decided in was another spinnaker day and
we had just enough wind to fill this without in collapsing, we were making slow
progress.
The dingy race on the
horizon looked like they were making more of the wind than were able to.
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All those white dots on the horizon are dingys |
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There are hundreds of them |
It was slightly nicer than our
first windlass day as we had sunshine and were actually able to wear our
shorts! But with the heat and light winds comes the frustration of the flies, I
think we have mentioned before how they seems to swarm in from nowhere – we are
at least a mile off shore and them they proceed to bite you and it hurts! Out
with the fly swat!
We motored into Port Washington as the wind had dropped off and we no
longer had the patience to drift along at 2-3 knots, we wanted to get
settled! We rounded the Sands Point
Headland which we have been told is now called Snapple Point as the guy who own
Snapple (the drinks) built a huge house on the point.
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Snapple House |
We dropped anchor close to
our previous spot, the buoys were a lot less busy with both visiting yachts and
permanent boats, it was October and Autumn was rapidly approaching, you find in
this area that many of the marinas actually close from 1st November so most
boats are hauled out.