lions and tigers and FOG, oh my...

After a pleasant evening in Manasquan River, back out to the Atlantic we go. And here comes the fog. Not sure why fog scares me so much. Maybe it was those "B"  scary movies in the 60's or that summer in Vinalhaven with fog so thick you couldn't see 1 foot, but I have never liked fog. Visibility is probably 1/4 mile. Not terrible but disconcerting for sure. Our destination is Atlantic City where we hope to pick up Juddo for the last days.
The day improves as the sun intensifies. The fog receeds and we have a pleasant motor down the coast.

Welcome to New Jersey

South under the Veranzano Bridge and into Lower NY Harbour. Less boat traffic but wind still in our teeth. So we motor right past Sandy Hook and out into the Atlantic. We see the effects of Super Storm Sandy. Many dredge barges replenishing beach sand. Also blue tarps and boarded up houses. Due south is our heading. Hoping to reach Manasquan inlet to rest - we be tired.

Video of NY Harbour

Pics of NY Harbour

Mammy meets The Lady

So we are literally flush out of the East River and into Upper NY Harbour. Even though it is Sunday of Labor Day, there is lots of commercial traffic - ferries,  barges, tugs, steamships, and patrol boats. Add to all that pleasure boaters, too. The VHF radio was full of New York accents, all unintelligible and demanding.  And there to starboard is The Lady, a gift from the french that greeted so many hopeful immigrants. Truly a spectacle.

Pics from the East River

NY never looked so good

Got an early start and glided under the Throgs Neck Bridge at 8 am. Met the outgoing tide as the guide books suggest. Down to Rikers Island in the shadow of the scariest prison I've ever seen. Meet Hells Gate which we learned is an Anglo adaptation of the Dutch word for "bright passage." Not too bright for us, as low clouds hung over the approaching sky line. The tide really picked up as we moved @ 10 mph past Big & Little Brother Islands and finally along side Manhattan. As it was Sunday of Labor Day, there was little activity and few people saw Mammy slide along Roosevelt Island. Only police boats and one ferry witnessed our passage. As we approached the Battery, traffic increased but so did the clouds. Under the Queensboro Bridge, the Williamsburg Bridge and finally the Brooklyn Bridge. Quite a sight from Mammy's wee cockpit.