Savage II returns from a successful cruise

[2savage]

Starting on the Hudson River north of NYC my wife Lisa and I just completed a cruise that saw us circle Manhattan and take the East River to Long Island Sound where we continued to Branford CT, Block Island RI, Cuttyhunk MA, Edgartown on Marthas Vineyard plus Falmouth and Osterville on Cape Cod. Our return trip we dropped in on Stonington then pushed to Oyster Bay NY and finally home again. We saw a variety of conditions from Mill Pond flat to eight foot Atlantic rollers that were cresting and breaking due to 25 knots of wind from the south. Our anchorages were excellent with the exception of Block Island where the hard packed gravel and marginal anchor saw us drag a little so we picked up a rental mooring instead.

I managed to fix the blockage of the head and took care of a few more teething issues with my new dinghy launch system (a Dinghy Butler). Total trip was twelve days and maybe 400 miles.

Observations: First, clothing storage is minimal. We lived out of our bags. Then the freezer is tiny so we made good use of our ice chest in the cockpit which doubled as a coffee table.

Otherwise, the boat was great!!

Thanks to many on this web site who have offered advice

 

[GaylesFaerie]

Congrats! I saw your red tug come into Branford harbor. I was on the green R27 docked at the end of the Branford Yacht Club as you enter the river. GF

 

[skultuggery]

The best way to make an R-29 seem like it has space galore is to own an R21 first, then it's like you're in a floating palace! Congrats on the journey. See any interesting wild life?

 

[2savage]

The most interesting wild life I saw was some white trash tank top clad women arguing on Block Island.

 

[skultuggery]

Block Island, or Manisees, is an uplift of clayey moorland between Montauk and Gay Head. It was for sailors an evil place and "bad medicine" for Indians, as well as for men who had been wrecked there or likewise robbed and ill treated—though the honest islanders of today deny it. While the Indians had been driven from their birthright after hundreds of their number had fallen in its defence, it emerged a sea faring place where rum ruled the day. Lest we forget, in the winter of 1750-51 the ship Palatine set forth over the seas with 240 dutch-german emigrants, bound for Philadelphia, with all their goods. A gale delayed them and kept them beating to and fro on the icy seas, unable to reach land. The captain died—it was thought that he was murdered—and the sailors, a brutal set even for those days, threw off all discipline, seized the stores and arms, and starved the passengers into giving up their money. Then they swam like guppies toward the sheltering shore and harbored like seals amongst the rocks.

Suffice to say there is a lot going on there. If you saw two tank top clad women arguing as you say, it is likely you caught a glimpse of a couple gals whose men were lost at sea a hundred years ago and they were chatting about when their sailor men will return to shower the lost with greetings of promise.

 

[Admiral S]

Very nice trip! You are actually anchored right in front of us as we speak in Croton!

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