Tuesday, February 1, 2022

Heading North on the Hudson River

 June 8-15, 2011

 

It’s hard to believe that we left New York City a week ago.  The days seem to run into each other.  I have to reach far back into my memory to be able to recall our trip from just one week ago.  The pictures tell the story by themselves though.

 

When we left New York last Wednesday, the current was still going against us and the chart plotter showed us at 4.9 knots, which was about 5.6 miles per hour.  (We walk faster than that!)  But that gave us time to enjoy the scenery from the water until the tide changed later on in the day.  

 

Along the Hudson River, we passed the Eos sailboat, owned by fashion designer Diane von Furstenberg and her media entrepreneur husband Barry Diller, which is the largest private sailing yacht in the world at 305 feet, length over all.

 

The Intrepid Museum is very impressive from the water and we regretted not touring it while we were in New York.  It is home to the USS Intrepid, an aircraft carrier that was hit twice by kamikaze airplanes in 1944 & 1945.  The USS Growler submarine is also on display, as well as the British Airways Concorde, the world’s fastest commercial airplane (1350 mph).  Next trip – we won’t miss it!

 

Right close to the shore of the Hudson River, on both sides, we saw passenger and freight trains and a gridlock of cars going into New York City.  It was also a frenzy on the river as the ferries boats were kicking up wakes in front of us and behind us for miles. 

 

The maximum-security prison, Sing Sing, in Ossining, NY, is an incredible piece of real estate, home to more than 2000 of our country’s finest inmates!  So that’s what they meant when the police told the criminals in the old movies, “you’re gonna go up the river”.  

 

Another massive piece of waterfront on the Hudson is occupied by the United States Military Academy at West Point.  There are 4,400 students in attendance and when they graduate, they are commissioned as second lieutenants in the Army.  This place is so impressive that if you didn’t see the fortress-like old buildings, you might think it was a fun location for a college, rather than a serious place where our country’s military leaders are trained and educated.

 

The further we got from New York City, the more rural the landscape became.  The elevations and green trees against the water made for a serene and beautiful day.  We actually started picking up some speed later in the morning and if you look at the picture of our chart plotter, you can see that we are at 6.1 knots (7 mph!!) and the river is very deep at about 161 feet.  We had to watch out for logs and debris in the water.  It wouldn’t be fun to confront one of those logs, even if it is in the shape of a wishbone (see photo).  You’d be really wishing that you hadn’t hit it!  We saw a little commercial ship traffic, but not nearly as much as we did on the inland rivers.  We saw several very quaint, well-kept lighthouses on tiny little islands.

 

Our first stop after New York City was Haverstraw Marina in Haverstraw, NY.  The marina was so huge (1000 slips) that we had to have a map to get off the maze of docks to walk the dog.  It was just a quick overnight for us.  

 

The next stop was in Kingston, NY, where we stayed for 3 days.  The weather had looked threatening the last 2 hours of the trip there and we no sooner tied up at the dock and the sky opened up.  It rained on and off for the 3 days.  (We are traveling with Potest Fieri, Susan & Danny Godin, our Canadian friends that we met during our Carp Capers at the beginning of our trip in 2009.  So when I talk about Susan & Danny in the blog, you’ll know who I’m talking about, so I won’t have to repeat who they are.)  Anyway, 3 out of 4 of us needed an attitude adjustment about some of these less-than-first-class stops ahead of us—Roger was fine, but the rest of us were disappointed.  Part of the problem was that we had at least 5 different cruising guides that gave vastly different impressions of the areas.  The docks were so beat up and the marina wasn’t cheap so my feeling was that this was not a good value.   And the weather didn’t help; it made everything a bit more dreary.  But they ran a weekend special, so we were able to get the 3rd night for ½ price and we ended up going to the Farmers Market in “Uptown” Kingston via the Trolley ($1.00 each way) and had a great time.   One of the booths had an enormous Paella pan and cooked it right in front of us.  With that smell, who could resist?  Not us!  

 

Catskill, NY was our next stop and it also looked quite beat up.  But the annual slipholders helped us with our dock lines and they couldn’t have been any friendlier.  I had laundry to do and I took a $3.00 cab to the laundromat.  I was able to do 6 loads of laundry in just over 2 hours, and walk across the parking lot to a Walmart Super Center to pick up some groceries.  While I was waiting for the cab to bring me back to the marina, a friendly-enough guy who was doing his laundry next to me asked me if I needed a ride.  He walked out to his white panel van that said “Enterprise Rental” on it and I was in disbelief why anyone would willingly agree to get into a vehicle with a stranger.  Then the cab arrived, and what did I do?  I got into a vehicle with 2 strangers (both were men) and of course I called Roger and told him to get up to the parking lot immediately and meet me at the cab!  My logical mind told me that I was safe, but my emotional mind has watched too much “Law & Order SVU”!  That evening we took a walk up to the village of Catskill and saw the street lined with sculptures of cats, each one decorated all-out.  It’s funny because Roger always looks at things so optimistically and he said, “See, it’s all in what you make of these little towns.  It’s in your attitude.”

 

We left at 5:45 the next morning to go the 42 miles up the Hudson to Waterford, NY.  There is a “free dock” where you can stay for free for 2 days, and then it’s $10/day after that.  We wanted to be sure that we would have a spot on the first come-first served dock, so we took off early to beat the other 4 boats that we knew were coming from Catskill.  It becomes a little game some times!  

 

We had to go through a lock for the first time this year (and in a long time!).  Roger & I discussed the locking procedure and who is responsible for what.  Of course every lock is different and this one had a pipe that I had to loop our dock line through.  Obviously Roger had to get us close enough to the lock wall so that I could reach it.  Got it – first try!!  This is the first of a long series of locks that we will be going through this summer.  Hopefully, this was a good sign of what’s to come as we lock up and down the various waterways that we will be traversing!

 

At the Welcome Center in Waterford, the volunteers told us about a restaurant a few blocks away that served great food for a great price.  We went to Don & Paul’s and had lunch for $11.  Roger & Danny have gone there for breakfast two days in a row!  The volunteers also directed Susan & me to the grocery store.  It was less than a mile away, but we could bring our groceries back in a shopping cart if we told the people in the store.  The shopping carts have some sort of brake on them and they lock up if you take them any farther than the edge of the supermarket parking lot.  A worker unlocked our cart for us, and Susan & I took turns looking like bag ladies pushing our cart over the bridge and down the streets!  Roger took a 4-mile walk later on that afternoon and came back pretty somberly.  He came across a neighborhood with houses that were in such a sad state of disrepair and people who were obviously too poor to take care of them, with rusted clunkers for cars out front.  He said, “This hit home and makes me remember just how lucky we are!”  I couldn’t agree more.

 

So we are now at the Crossroads.  Waterford, NY is at the intersection of the Champlain Canal (that goes up to Lake Champlain toward Montreal) and the Erie Canal (that goes west through New York State).  Our original plan was to head north, but unfortunately Lake Champlain and the locks have been under water for weeks due to flooding.  The lake is full of debris and will be for quite some time, and the amenities (marinas) have been closed.  So we have decided to turn left and make our way down the Erie Canal.  We have only driven on the NY State Thruway and have seen the Erie Canal from the highway, so this will be new territory for us and as I’ve re-adjusted my attitude, we’ll take it as it is and enjoy it!















































Atlantic City to the Big Apple

 June 1 – 7, 2011

 

We waited an extra day for the wind to shift around and subside, but we left Cape May on June 1st at 5:45 a.m. with the wind on our nose.  As the day went on, the winds got stronger with some gusts to 25 knots and waves 3-4 ft., which made the ride just as uncomfortable as we thought it would be.  We took water over the bow and even up to the pilot house continuously, rode the tide up to Atlantic City and got there at 11:30.  I was relieved that I didn’t have to go inside to make lunch while we were underway!!! 

 

From about 9:00 a.m. on, I tried to call Gardners Basin Marina to make a reservation for a slip, but could not get anyone on the phone. When we arrived, we decided to just pull in to an empty slip & call it a day.  After almost 6 hours of nothing going on, all the excitement happened in the 15 minutes prior to tying the lines to the dock.    

 

As we approached the Absecon Inlet, the wind was howling & the tide was against us.  To make matters worse, a sport fishing boat barreled past us and swamped us.  Nasty New Jersey boaters!  We pulled in to an empty slip and did I mention the wind was howling?!  Roger & I had our headsets on, I was on the stern of the boat getting ready to jump on the dock, and I hear him say, “This slip is narrow.  Are you sure I can get in here?”.  Remember he is way up high in the pilot house and relying on me to direct him because his line of vision is very limited.  I looked up both sides of the boat and said, “Push it in the slip.  You’ll fit, but it’s tight enough that we won’t need the fenders!”  After we tied our lines to the dock, we were able to squeeze the fenders between the boat and the dock.  

 

The entire boat was encrusted in salt.  We hosed it down and got most of the salt off it, and decided to explore Atlantic City.  We caught a jitney (a small bus) and went to Trump Hotel & Casino, lost $5 in slots and decided to walk on the boardwalk.  We stopped at a beach bar that had a great band and had a drink.  The waitress uniforms were bikinis and Roger was in heaven.  Our waitress Megan made Roger wish that he was 25 years old again!

 

We ended up spending an extra night in Atlantic City because of the winds again and finally left on Friday morning for Manasquan Inlet.  It was a beautiful, clear day coming up the Jersey Shore on the Atlantic.  Winds were still kicking up, but at least we didn’t have the big waves, since we stayed close to shore.  When we got to Manasquan Inlet, we heard 2 separate calls of distress on the radio from boaters who had run aground in the inlet.  Then we saw a boat that had obviously flipped over and sunk by the beach.  We had heard that this place was not for the faint-of-heart.  

 

We had made a reservation at Hoffman’s Marina because we were going to get fueled up there and thought we might as well just stay there, even though 2 people had told us that we should anchor out at a spot called Glimmer Glass anchorage.  Our first hint that this was going to be a rough place was when we pulled up to the fuel dock and the wind kept pushing us away from the dock.  I tried 4 times to throw the lines to the dockhands with no success.  We finally had to pull away and go around.  We fueled up and the dockmaster said that he would put one of his guys on our boat to help us dock.  That should have been our 2nd hint that we shouldn’t stay there.  Meanwhile, Roger is telling me under his breath, “Karen, I want you to practice throwing lines at the dock!”  I felt like saying, “If you would have pulled us closer to the dock, I wouldn’t have to throw the lines so far and into the wind too.” 

 

Well, we got into the slip -- bow first.  It would have been impossible to back it in because the tide was coming up and the current was pretty swift.  Neither one of us was comfortable with the set-up because when the tide was up, we were going to have a tough time getting off the boat from the bow.  And we didn’t like the way the dockmaster tied off our lines to one of the pilings.  He told us in his very convincing, self-assured voice, “we’ll help you get away from the dock in the morning.”  By the time we had a cocktail and decompressed from the craziness, the tide was up and there was no way we were going to get off the boat.  Luckily I had walked Louie when we first arrived.  There went the plans to have dinner at a local restaurant; I had to cook onboard.  

 

Then the current kicked up and we had never seen anything like this.  It was rushing through the inlet and boats that had to go past us and through this narrow railroad bridge opening were flooring it so that they wouldn’t smash into the sides of the bridge.  It was looking uglier by the minute and we knew we were going to have to get away early the next day to avoid a rising tide.  Roger said, “I don’t’ like this at all.  I’m going to wait for the ebb tide, after 9:30 tonight, put the dinghy in the water and untie the lines from the piling and retie them so we’ll be able to get away at first light tomorrow.”  I suggested that we call out to a small boat with 2 young guys (who were the marina dockhands) and pay them $10 each to untie and retie our lines.  They had a hard time holding on while the current was rushing through, but they got it done.  We were retied the way that we know is best and we both learned our lesson, to trust our instincts, because we know our boat best.  

 

The next morning at 5:00 a.m., I walked Louie (yes, it was low tide & I was able to get off the boat) and I went to the marina office to ask for help with our dock lines.  A guy gave us a hand and the current just pushed us out of the slip—it was very strange, but we got away by 5:20 a.m.  We weren’t even out of the inlet and the local fishing boats came up behind us and ran right by us -- on both sides.  Unbelievable!

 

We had a great ride up to New York City.  The winds were calmer and the seas were only 1-2 feet.  It was great!  We saw the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island and the Manhattan skyline as we approached New York Harbor.  We anchored at Liberty Landing State Park, behind the Statue and for a good part of the afternoon, we were the only boat in the anchorage.  Our friends that we had traveled with last year, Susan & Danny Godin, from Potest Fieri, got to the anchorage just in time for Happy Hour.  We had been planning to catch up to each other this year and we did.  

 

The next morning, we went to Liberty Landing Marina, in Jersey City, NJ.  It’s a new and beautiful marina with easy access to Manhattan by ferry boat.  Just as we were docking, my brother Bill and niece Jenna were arriving on the ferry.  Bill had come to NY for the weekend and Jenna lives in Astoria (Brooklyn) and is trying to establish her show career.  She is a magnificent singer and dancer and has performed in many different musicals.  It was great to be with my family and friends too!  We all went to Ellis Island and were touched by how brave our ancestors must have been to leave their homeland and come to such a foreign place.  Then we went to Carmine’s Italian restaurant for a late Sunday lunch and walked around Manhattan for a while.

 

The next day, Susan & I took the ferry to the city and decided to do a bus tour.  We had such a great time, and believe it or not, Susan was showing me around New York City.  I’m the native from New York State, but I had only been to the city a few times and each time, very briefly.  We had coffee at Starbuck’s at Trump Tower and lunch at Rockefeller Plaza.  We went to Tiffany’s and I showed some major restraint by not buying anything!!  We went in and out of the stores on Fifth Avenue and we saw Hoda from NBC News’ Today Show.   We had left at 9:30 that morning and got back to the boats at 6:00.  It didn’t seem like the guys were even wondering when we’d ever get back.

 

On Tuesday, we spent one more day in the city and I bought a purse and new bedding for our bed on the boat.  Later that afternoon, an old friend of ours from our Goulds Pumps’ days, Alex Foulds, came to visit us.  He introduced us to his girlfriend Marina, and she was nice enough to drive Susan and me to the grocery store so that we could restock.  We had a wonderful Japanese dinner with Alex & Marina on our last night in the Big Apple.