Monday, August 27, 2012

Hop-O-Nose to Manhattan

Hard to believe we have been sailing for 50 days (a fact uncovered when Barbara pointed out  this morning thatI had just finished half the box of my Red Rose ((morning)) tea bags).  As you can see we are trying to catch up on our blogging.  As neophyte bloggers and bloggees there is a rather high activation threshold.  However, for better or worse... .  After stepping our mast we set off to transit down the Hudson and onto Long Island Sound.  The Hudson is a very busy thorofare and we were often dwarfed by the barge traffic. Navigating the river was an interesting experience since the tide is felt as far upstream as Albany. 

Mast stepped we started down the Hudson.  This large barge being pushed by the tugboat seen at the aft end is typical of the large ship traffic on the Hudson.  THEY HAVE THE RIGHT OF WAY!

We encouthered many beautiful light houses on the river, usually on a point of land. This one was unusual for its island location. 
Mallory, MIT architect,  loved to capture images of these small cottages all along the lower Hudson, both old and new.
                               
One of many gravel elevators supporting the voracious appetites of NYC. 
West Point -- Beat Airforce



2 views of the main West Point Campus.  An imposing fortress.  Followed by a buccolic scene just down river on the opposite bank.
Bear Mountain Bridge just south of West Point, a pretty spot leading up to Storm King Highway which Luke and I did in a bike ride 4 years ago.  He failed to let me (Ted) know the highway was 5 miles of a rather rigorous climb.  The other side was a glorious down hill romp (much appreciated by the near-elderly!

First glimpse of Manhattan...

The crew checking out the city with a small "c" (for Russ T...)

We had a long reach down the Hudson.
 
 Captain and First Mate--your guess...
And nearer...

Big smile as we near the 79th Street Marina
Mallory aglow with the prospect of Manhattan,

The city from the poop deck,,,

180 degree views from the 79th street Yacht Basin.  We walked up through the  79th St  Yacht Basin Cafe  and right up onto the west end of 79th street.   A great way to visit the city.  Can't beat the hotel price (if you don't count the boat etc etc etc.)  Visited Barbara's sister Drayton who lives on East 78th street, a great opportunity to try public transport. The 79th st bus took us from the west end of 79th to within a block of Drayton and Wayne's apartment.

Ellis Island, through which nary a Grant nor Bovill passed.  
A moving experience to see the Great Lady from the water.

Racing up the East river on a flood tide to  make it through Hells Gate.  Mallory exercising her passion  for photographing bridges.  Even she was saturated in this regard by the end of our round Manhattan transit
A rollicking passage under the Brooklyn Bridge,

After a wild ride through Hells Gate at 12 knots (Rosa has a hull speed of about 7 knots) we dropped Mallory off at the Worlds Fair Marina (the existence of which we only learned of the day before) where the harbor master delivered her to La Guardia's Delta terminal 30 minutes after we dropped her off.  We continued on to the Long Island Sound.













Hop-O-Nose (mast up)

We were suprised by the lack of effective internet connectivity in many of the marinas we stayed at along the way.  We are finally in Maine and can start to post some of our experiences starting with Catskill NY, the location of the Hop-O-Nose marina where most of the sailing cruisers have their mast put up after leaving the Champlain Canal.  The following are images from the mast stepping, followed by our trip down the Hudson and our arrival in Manhattan.


This is Sean running the oldest mast stepping crane in the northeast.  Reputed to have been built in the 1890s for work on maintaining the Champlain Canal.  Sean played it like a Steinway grand.  It is driven by the tiny electric motor in the grey box just below his right arm.



Up she goes...



Highly trained and paid, technically sophisticated, experts calmly (well one of them doesn't look so calm) letting  our 1500 # mast  down on to the keel stepping plate.  The brains of the operation is in the background with a pink shirt.  John Hammond was good enough to help the uninitiated put their boat back together!


The brains (white shirt tan pants) and the brawn (blue shirt and shorts) settle the forestay in  place.


The captain connecting the complex electrical circuitry flowing out of the  base of the mass like Medusa's coif.

Barbara raised on the Bosun's chair for some fine tuning .

Barbara putting up the signal flag for drinks all around celebrating the successful mast step  after making some highly technical adjustments to the man-overboard gear on the backstay.

The girls enjoying a well earned respite after a busy day.

The boys (Russ Tracy-who actually knows something about transiting the canal, John Hammond-who actually knows something about sailboats and  Ted-limited in both domains) enjoying the end of the day,,,

Two lovely couples after a long days work,  However, I was surprised to learn that  my wife was a  Romney fan when she broke out her new T-shirt

Aloha Nui! to our closest of friends and partners in messing about with boats, than which there is nothing better...