Saturday, June 11, 2016

Brewerton/Cicero, NY to Rome, NY, May 22 - 25, 2016



May 22-25, 2016



May 22 - 25, 2016



As we are now underway and have news to report, I will report that news...

Docktails are such an integral part of the Looper lifestyle that Clay wasted no time in making plans for Sunday evening’s get-together. As we closed the lid on our very small cooler to land-travel (courtesy car) to nearby Winter Harbor Marina for docktails, Jill and Glen (The Last Dance) arrived at our boat with their equally-small cooler in hand. We were caught unaware as Clay’s plans were to board their boat, but we graciously welcomed them aboard ours. Communication is HUGE, whether it be land, sea or air; home or away. Clay muddled through some explanation as to why we were ill-prepared; I came right out and said, “Oops, we were just leaving to join you on your boat.” Might as well be up front with it!

With many summers of Canadian travel in their recent past, Jill and Glen were a wealth of information. We enjoyed exchanging boating and personal stories as well as absorbing as much as we could of their vast knowledge. I actually left Clay in charge of absorbing knowledge while Jill and I shared twinship stories, hers being a fraternal twinship with brother Jack. I commented, “Your parents must have had a great sense of humor!” We ended the evening over a late dinner of crockpot balsamic chicken and rice, the recipe of which I shared with Jill.

With plans to depart Ess-Kay Yard Monday, we motored to their pump out/fuel dock to tend to both tasks as well as to an assortment of other miscellaneous ones. It became evident rather quickly that a Monday departure wasn’t gonna happen. Holding tank issues and replacement of accompanying but unavailable air filters delayed us another day; our relocation also necessitated a plan b for dinner as grilling wasn’t an option, so near was the fuel source.

I was up early Tuesday to cycle a belly-load of laundry prior to our departure; I knew not when my next laundry opportunity would be. With laundry done, online bills paid and a quick market check, I was in hurry-up-and-wait mode. Marina owner Kim and I tossed around various clichés appropriate to a boating lifestyle: expect the unexpected; life is all about plan b; and others. Kim’s gift shop was well-supplied with attractive merchandise as well as with useful and often necessary boater items; my only purchase from the gift shop, though, was a pair of neon green well-fitting work gloves for upcoming canal lock ropes. I’d heard stories of the condition (awful!) of the ropes, so wanted to be prepared. My knowledge was heresay; Clay’s was firsthand. At his insistence, I accepted his offer of a second pair.

We departed Ess-Kay Yard at 11 a.m. and submerged ourselves in adjusting to the boating lifestyle again. Almost immediately after passing under the first of three nearby bridges, we were hailed by the USCG and boarded for inspection. Having passed a US Coast Guard Auxillary inspection just days prior, we were comfortable with our compliance. I guess it’s nice to have this behind us (passed with no issues), because no boater looks forward to being boarded by the big boys. I laughingly told ‘agents’ Jason and Justin that I was going to reference them with no disrespect intended as the ‘Big Boys’ or ‘Big Guns’ in my blog. They laughed, commenting they would also appreciate ‘handsome, cute and attractive.’ QED.

SaSea Sally’s chart plotter guided her across Lake Oneida this beautiful Tuesday morning with the Captain at the helm; Lake Oneida is the largest body of water on the Erie Canal, with several marinas along both the north and south bank. I called sister Susan to chat a bit, commenting that I was resurrecting both good and bad boating memories rather quickly on this initial day of travel. Bugs. Wind. Fresh air. Sunshine. Too much togetherness. I always reference my experience as camping on water…not too far from the truth! At least I don’t have lions licking the moisture off my abode’s sides…that would be a first!

Captain Clay’s first stop of the day was Sylvan Beach, a popular recreation area on the Northshore of Lake Oneida. Two fellow boaters helped us tie to the wall after which we grabbed a quick bite of lunch aboard then explored the town. We found the amusement park, swim beach, restaurants, laundromat, post office ATM, and pizzerias all within five or so blocks of our docking location; it was obvious that all were gearing up for Memorial Weekend opening where we assumed massive crowds would congregate to enjoy fun and frivolity. Note to selves: make plans NOW for this upcoming holiday weekend when all of the crazies will be out in full force! We should follow the mantra of many Loopers who travel during the week and hole-up on the weekend.

Reboarding SaSea Sally, we were again underway with the Captain announcing the first of twenty-two locks upcoming. Thanks for the heads-up, Clay! Oh to be prepared ahead of schedule…not. This was an ‘up’ lock, with the chamber filling and us riding up 25’ with a rope available. The resource book which Kim passed my way referenced the vertical distance to be traveled as well as the ‘amenities’ provided (R for rope, P for pipe, C for cable). Stiff winds made it mandatory that we tie to shore and await our turn into the chamber, so I assessed the wall with its rings (not cleats) and determined that I would need to jump off with stern line and boat hook in hand, then secure the stern line, retrieve the other lines and secure them, then take a deep breath that I ‘done good, gal!’ Other than having to deal with a pesky knot in the stern line, all went well. As we entered the lock chamber, Clay did a masterful job avoiding a root wad with attached massive downed tree which some ‘crazies’ tried to push aside with bare feet and legs as their pontoon boat exited the chamber we were to enter. (We all should know a pair of bare legs/feet is no match for a massive root wad…beer-impaired was Clay’s only comment!) Clay and I both, post-locking, agreed that we were tense with this first passage. We breathed a sigh of relief as we motored toward Lock 21.

Another ‘up’ lock, I was apprehensive as to my left shoulder and biceps ability to withstand all the work required of them today! Too, I began to remember how God and I became such good friends over the past two years. We, once again, had to secure the boat to shore prior to entry but I pattern well. The only catch-my-breath moment came when my foot tilted over a sloughed-off area of the wall as I secured the boat. Glad I was in boat shoes and not in flip flops! I don’t relish the thought of being sandwiched between the boat and the wall…ever!

We motored on to Rome, NY ‘free dock’ and tied solo (without help) at what appeared to be the most secure end of the no-amenities stretch of floating dock. Clay prepped the Magma grill for its trial run of 2016 and grilled lamb burgers and asparagus. Dinner was delicious and the Magma grill performed beautifully.

Shortening our morning walk this Wednesday morning in Rome, NY, in anticipation of sightseeing, Clay and I returned to the boat for breakfast then regrouped for a hike to and tour of Fort Stanwix. We arrived for the 10 a.m. tour to find a group of disabled older folks gathered in the visitors center. A big chunk of change went into this Marinus Willett Center and the Fort, one of over 390 parks in the National Park System operated by the National Park Service. The Center provides visitor orientation and exhibits as well as state-of-the-art storage space for over 400,000 artifacts in the park’s museum collections.

The park ranger began  his program: “For thousands of years the ancient trail that connects the Mohawk River and Wood Creek served as a vital link for people traveling between the Atlantic Ocean and Lake Ontario. Travelers used this well-worn route through Oneida Indian territory to carry trade goods and news, as well as diseases, to others far away. When Europeans arrived they called this trail the Oneida Carrying Place and inaugurated a significant period in  American history—a period when nations fought for control of not only the Oneida Carrying Place, but the Mohawk Valley, the homelands of the Six Nations Confederacy, and the rich resources of North America as well. In this struggle Fort Stanwix would play a vital role.”

Because the park ranger was modifying his tour based on the disabilities of various group participants, Clay and I chose to excuse ourselves after a brief orientation to tour the Fort. We were greeted by period-costumed docents who elaborated on the various Fort structures and expanded our knowledge. As we departed the area, I was pleased to see the group wheeling along the path to tour the Fort. As I reviewed my morning’s complaints, I realized how little I truly have to complain about; yes, my shoulder aches (actually my whole body) after yesterday’s travels and locks, but I have my health and a whole lot more!

On that note as we stow lines and fenders and pull away from the dock at Rome, I will again sign, seal and send this email.



































May 22 - 25, 2016

As we are now underway and have news to report, I will report that news...

Docktails are such an integral part of the Looper lifestyle that Clay wasted no time in making plans for Sunday evening’s get-together. As we closed the lid on our very small cooler to land-travel (courtesy car) to nearby Winter Harbor Marina for docktails, Jill and Glen (The Last Dance) arrived at our boat with their equally-small cooler in hand. We were caught unaware as Clay’s plans were to board their boat, but we graciously welcomed them aboard ours. Communication is HUGE, whether it be land, sea or air; home or away. Clay muddled through some explanation as to why we were ill-prepared; I came right out and said, “Oops, we were just leaving to join you on your boat.” Might as well be up front with it!

With many summers of Canadian travel in their recent past, Jill and Glen were a wealth of information. We enjoyed exchanging boating and personal stories as well as absorbing as much as we could of their vast knowledge. I actually left Clay in charge of absorbing knowledge while Jill and I shared twinship stories, hers being a fraternal twinship with brother Jack. I commented, “Your parents must have had a great sense of humor!” We ended the evening over a late dinner of crockpot balsamic chicken and rice, the recipe of which I shared with Jill.

With plans to depart Ess-Kay Yard Monday, we motored to their pump out/fuel dock to tend to both tasks as well as to an assortment of other miscellaneous ones. It became evident rather quickly that a Monday departure wasn’t gonna happen. Holding tank issues and replacement of accompanying but unavailable air filters delayed us another day; our relocation also necessitated a plan b for dinner as grilling wasn’t an option, so near was the fuel source.

I was up early Tuesday to cycle a belly-load of laundry prior to our departure; I knew not when my next laundry opportunity would be. With laundry done, online bills paid and a quick market check, I was in hurry-up-and-wait mode. Marina owner Kim and I tossed around various clichés appropriate to a boating lifestyle: expect the unexpected; life is all about plan b; and others. Kim’s gift shop was well-supplied with attractive merchandise as well as with useful and often necessary boater items; my only purchase from the gift shop, though, was a pair of neon green well-fitting work gloves for upcoming canal lock ropes. I’d heard stories of the condition (awful!) of the ropes, so wanted to be prepared. My knowledge was heresay; Clay’s was firsthand. At his insistence, I accepted his offer of a second pair.

We departed Ess-Kay Yard at 11 a.m. and submerged ourselves in adjusting to the boating lifestyle again. Almost immediately after passing under the first of three nearby bridges, we were hailed by the USCG and boarded for inspection. Having passed a US Coast Guard Auxillary inspection just days prior, we were comfortable with our compliance. I guess it’s nice to have this behind us (passed with no issues), because no boater looks forward to being boarded by the big boys. I laughingly told ‘agents’ Jason and Justin that I was going to reference them with no disrespect intended as the ‘Big Boys’ or ‘Big Guns’ in my blog. They laughed, commenting they would also appreciate ‘handsome, cute and attractive.’ QED.

SaSea Sally’s chart plotter guided her across Lake Oneida this beautiful Tuesday morning with the Captain at the helm; Lake Oneida is the largest body of water on the Erie Canal, with several marinas along both the north and south bank. I called sister Susan to chat a bit, commenting that I was resurrecting both good and bad boating memories rather quickly on this initial day of travel. Bugs. Wind. Fresh air. Sunshine. Too much togetherness. I always reference my experience as camping on water…not too far from the truth! At least I don’t have lions licking the moisture off my abode’s sides…that would be a first!


Captain Clay’s first stop of the day was Sylvan Beach, a popular recreation area on the Northshore of Lake Oneida. Two fellow boaters helped us tie to the wall after which we grabbed a quick bite of lunch aboard then explored the town. We found the amusement park, swim beach, restaurants, laundromat, post office ATM, and pizzerias all within five or so blocks of our docking location; it was obvious that all were gearing up for Memorial Weekend opening where we assumed massive crowds would congregate to enjoy fun and frivolity. Note to selves: make plans NOW for this upcoming holiday weekend when all of the crazies will be out in full force! We should follow the mantra of many Loopers who travel during the week and hole-up on the weekend.

Reboarding SaSea Sally, we were again underway with the Captain announcing the first of twenty-two locks upcoming. Thanks for the heads-up, Clay! Oh to be prepared ahead of schedule…not. This was an ‘up’ lock, with the chamber filling and us riding up 25’ with a rope available. The resource book which Kim passed my way referenced the vertical distance to be traveled as well as the ‘amenities’ provided (R for rope, P for pipe, C for cable). Stiff winds made it mandatory that we tie to shore and await our turn into the chamber, so I assessed the wall with its rings (not cleats) and determined that I would need to jump off with stern line and boat hook in hand, then secure the stern line, retrieve the other lines and secure them, then take a deep breath that I ‘done good, gal!’ Other than having to deal with a pesky knot in the stern line, all went well. As we entered the lock chamber, Clay did a masterful job avoiding a root wad with attached massive downed tree which some ‘crazies’ tried to push aside with bare feet and legs as their pontoon boat exited the chamber we were to enter. (We all should know a pair of bare legs/feet is no match for a massive root wad…beer-impaired was Clay’s only comment!) Clay and I both, post-locking, agreed that we were tense with this first passage. We breathed a sigh of relief as we motored toward Lock 21.


Another ‘up’ lock, I was apprehensive as to my left shoulder and biceps ability to withstand all the work required of them today! Too, I began to remember how God and I became such good friends over the past two years. We, once again, had to secure the boat to shore prior to entry but I pattern well. The only catch-my-breath moment came when my foot tilted over a sloughed-off area of the wall as I secured the boat. Glad I was in boat shoes and not in flip flops! I don’t relish the thought of being sandwiched between the boat and the wall…ever!
 We motored on to Rome, NY ‘free dock’ and tied solo (without help) at what appeared to be the most secure end of the no-amenities stretch of floating dock. Clay prepped the Magma grill for its trial run of 2016 and grilled lamb burgers and asparagus. Dinner was delicious and the Magma grill performed beautifully.


Sal in the Park--a Rotary wheel???
Ramp to shut-off the entry to the fort
Moat and fortifications

Shortening our morning walk this Wednesday morning in Rome, NY, in anticipation of sightseeing, Clay and I returned to the boat for breakfast then regrouped for a hike to and tour of Fort Stanwix. We arrived for the 10 a.m. tour to find a group of disabled older folks gathered in the visitors center. A big chunk of change went into this Marinus Willett Center and the Fort, one of over 390 parks in the National Park System operated by the National Park Service. The Center provides visitor orientation and exhibits as well as state-of-the-art storage space for over 400,000 artifacts in the park’s museum collections.
The park ranger began  his program: “For thousands of years the ancient trail that connects the Mohawk River and Wood Creek served as a vital link for people traveling between the Atlantic Ocean and Lake Ontario. Travelers used this well-worn route through Oneida Indian territory to carry trade goods and news, as well as diseases, to others far away. When Europeans arrived they called this trail the Oneida Carrying Place and inaugurated a significant period in  American history—a period when nations fought for control of not only the Oneida Carrying Place, but the Mohawk Valley, the homelands of the Six Nations Confederacy, and the rich resources of North America as well. In this struggle Fort Stanwix would play a vital role.”

Cathedral and complex at Rome, NY
Because the park ranger was modifying his tour based on the disabilities of various group participants, Clay and I chose to excuse ourselves after a brief orientation to tour the Fort. We were greeted by period-costumed docents who elaborated on the various Fort structures and expanded our knowledge. As we departed the area, I was pleased to see the group wheeling along the path to tour the Fort. As I reviewed my morning’s complaints, I realized how little I truly have to complain about; yes, my shoulder aches (actually my whole body) after yesterday’s travels and locks, but I have my health and a whole lot more!

On that note as we stow lines and fenders and pull away from the dock at Rome, I will again sign, seal and send this email.

Louisiana, MO to Brewerton/Cicero, NY, May 14 - 22, 2016


May 14 - 22, 2016

Hose testing
Prepping for a hose testing session
Let the adventure begin…or rather, resume! Renting a one-way rental car on Friday, the 13th, Clay and I packed, loaded and departed LAMO mid-afternoon on Saturday, May 20th eastbound toward Syracuse, NY. At the Monticello, IL exit, Clay announced he ‘needed to stretch his legs.’ Translation: ‘I want to stop  and see Dyke and Kathleen Piatt unannounced.’ After 37+ years of marriage, I’ve gotten pretty good at interpreting Clay’s communication (as Cindy says, he speaks in riddles!!!), but that was a curve ball.

Props had to be sent off to be re-manufactured.
An hour later, we were back on the road to an overnight stop in Champaign, IL. Plan B is already playing a big part in our trip, and we’ve only just begun. Not a room to be had in Champaign (graduation weekend you see), so we found ourselves in Danville, IL with (really very fashionably late) dinner at Red Lobster.


Crab trees were in full bloom.
Awakening Sunday morning to unseasonably cold temps and a migraine, I was glad I had the wherewithal to suit up and head out on my morning walk. My goal was a venue selling OTC migraine meds of which I had a choice of Walgreens, CVS, and Dollar General. I was living right! Once on the road again, Sunday’s drive took us to the outskirts of Columbus, OH and a dinner stop at nearby Texas Roadhouse. A favorite of sister Susan’s, TX Roadhouse was a welcomed opportunity where Clay chomped on in-shell peanuts, and I enjoyed having someone cook for me! Columbus, OH announced a record low temp Monday morning (31 or 32, can’t remember, but both are COLD for May 16th) which had me hoping fervently for a quick warm-up! Boating is no fun in the cold!

Erie tug on Brewerton free wall.
One of Winter Harbors storage buildings
Another travel day Monday, we set sights on the outskirts of Buffalo, NY where we dined late at an all-you-can-eat Mongolian Buffet after a brief McDonald’s lunch stop earlier in the afternoon. Seems all we’re doing is eating, sleeping and driving. Yep, got that right! We had a Tuesday afternoon deadline in Brewerton, NY where SaSea Sally was to ‘splash’ that morning. ‘Splash’ is the term Clay referenced in launching the boat from its heated winter storage spot at Winter Harbor Marina.

Winter Harbor's storage buildings.
Winter Harbor storage building.
Once arriving at Winter Harbor, let the schlepping begin. Clay’s timing is awesome! He was on a bank conference call with me in wait mode until it concluded. Those of you who know me know I don’t sit well! Thus, I loaded the dock cart and began the first of many trips from rental car across the span of parking lot to the seawall along which SaSea WSally was docked.

Back row at Winter Harbor boat storage
A really unlucky boater hit a rock jetty in Lake Oneida, NY
Two destroyed props
Boat storage at Winter Harbor
                  
Welcome home! It’s time to get reacquainted! Thankful for a good memory and an organized approach to setting up initial housekeeping in 43’ of space, I found myself acclimated in record time; Clay, as well. At the same time of stowing our belongings from home, Clay and I made a comprehensive list (groceries, toiletries, paper goods, etc.) of what we needed to purchase and, in Clay’s case, what he could purge. Having no list at home from which to pack for his return, Clay found himself now over-clothed. That cost us a pretty penny a few days later in shipping a rather large box of Clay’s clothes home; John and Pat Pitney, does this sound familiar? I had a list which kept me focused and able to avoid adding anything to Clay’s box. (There were a few items I could have packed home, but I would never admit that to him!)

Serious snow here-No Street Parking!!!
Second free wall in Brewerton.
We spent much of Wednesday, Thursday and Friday tending to a massive to-do list. For each item we accomplished, we seemed to add at least one more to the bottom of the list. Thus, we find ourselves on Sunday morning still tending to that to-do list. We have made countless trips to Wal-Mart (the first trip garnered us a walloping $395+ receipt for purchases made) and Wegman’s (a delightful local grocery store and deli where just the presentation is entertainment itself). Other destinations have been the Colonial Laundromat (no laundry facilities at either Winter Harbor or Ess-Kay where we are currently docked), Dollar General, Pascale Wine and Liquor Town (no wine or hard liquor sold at grocery stores here), and an occasional lunch at Panera where I can get my ‘fix’ before we hit the waterway.

Ess-Kay docks
Ess-Kay Yard and lift
Note: On Thursday following the installation of two new diesel truck batteries at Winter Harbor, we traveled the waterway 1/8 mile to relocate at Ess-Kay Yard which is highly regarded by numerous of our Looper friends! Kim and Ethan (and puppy Zemma) greeted us enthusiastically, gave us a quick orientation (Clay has been here previously), and made their services available for electrical, mechanical and Garmin issues often present in the boaters world. They also made available a courtesy car which is a huge perk once we returned our one-way (gulp!) rental car to the Syracuse Hancock International Airport Saturday afternoon.

We have been treated to good weather with low temperatures hovering between 45 and 50 degrees early a.m., to highs in the mid 60’s to low 70’s during the day. We have had sunshine until clouds set in yesterday afternoon and persist even now. We have quickly adapted to the role and responsibilities of boating, and we are adjusting to the confines of space and of too much togetherness already!

One of two single college professors living on their Endeavor Cat
History here goes way back!
On that note I will sign, seal and send; then I’m off to help the Captain who is now trying to remove the broken needle stump from the hand-held air pump. Much of my life remains the same (grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning, cooking, making beds, computer work), but my environment is so very different and my duties will be as the Captain assigns. Sure hope my left shoulder holds up during the upcoming travels on the Erie Canal!

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Block Island, RI, July 17 – 19, 2015



July 17 – 19, 2015

Heading out of the Narraganset Bay
Block Island is a favorite stop for cruising boats. "It is six miles long and three miles wide with beautiful, sun-washed beaches, cliff-side views, fresh air and island mystique which draws young and old alike.  Great Salt Pond, in the center of the island, is more than one nautical mile long and almost as wide, with New Harbor stretched along its southeastern perimeter." It is in this Great Salt Pond that our marina for the weekend is located. 












Lighthouse on Block Island
Our Waterway Guide line-itemed Champlins Resort and Marina on Block Island as having 225 berths for docking. Little did we know as we arrived early this Friday afternoon that this was a 'rafting' marina which meant: a) another boat could tie to us, could tie to that boat, could tie to that boat (surely there's a limit), making us a little floating island in and of ourselves; and b) the 225 number could swell to double that boat population if not more. Uh-oh. Seemed innocent enough at the time of our arrival but as time progressed, more and more boats arrived to create a party scene reminiscent of olden days at Two Rivers Marina. Well, I guess it is what it is.

With map in hand, I decided to walk to the beach. Sam and Clay opted in, giving me companionship as we trekked over the asphalt two-lane road with no shoulder or sidewalk to the beach beyond. I was truly amazed that, given the walking/biking population (mostly visitors), the walkability of these roadways was so poor! The beach stretching north from Old Harbor was fabulous! Scattered about were kids building sand castles, older folks shelling/rocking, families wading and bobbing in the water. With Sam in the lead heading north, Clay and I followed up the shoreline toward a distant point which Clay quickly ascertained was wayyyyy too far. I called a meeting of the minds to chart a course that would make everyone happy. We returned to the boat 1.5 hours later to regroup before dinner.

Sam and Clay had investigated dinner options with Sam making reservations at The National Hotel which "has the monopoly on the old-fashioned rocking chairs and breakfast on the deck." We grabbed a cab from the marina, deciding to explore prior to dinner the downtown of New Shoreham (Old Harbor), the smallest town in the smallest state in the US and the only town on Block Island. The village at Old Harbor offered everything from trinkets to trendy sportswear, imported goods and artful crafts.

Seated at The National Hotel for dinner on the porch, we had a colorful view of the passing scene as well as of the water. We found our food to be delicious with Sam ordering fried clams; Clay, lobster fettuccine; and me, swordfish. But, the porch was crowded and very loud which diminished our enjoyment somewhat and made us eager for a quick escape without dessert.

Desiring some me time, I bolted from the boat early Saturday morning for a solo walk, making my great escape before either of the fellas got up. I had charted my course, and turned right out of the marina with map in hand. En route, I met Harriett who was a fellow boater (sail) docked at the marina adjacent to ours. Harriett was well-acquainted with Block Island and shared tidbits with me as we walked Beacon Hill Road which cut through the island from West Side Drive to Center Road. I loved the road naming which gave validation to the location of said roads. Beacon Hill Road, with its dirt and gravel surface and periodic pot holes and ruts, dissuaded any desire of mine to jog a bit; it was remote and infreqently traveled, but Harriett assured me we were safe. I noted the sign "No scooters" and quickly ascertained the why for the exclusion. Harriett and I parted company after she pointed out the direction of the airport and indicated her destination of the Saturday morning farmers market, her backpack an almost dead giveaway!

Returning to the boat, I urged Sam and Clay to do their own thing today, and I'd do mine. I loved the sense of freedom and self-direction! So, off they went for lunch at Dead-Eye Dick's and an afternoon of exploration at the Mohegan Bluffs. I got consumed by housekeeping chores, but broke away mid-afternoon to go biking. I pedaled out the marina driveway and onto the main road curving right, rode about 100 yards and got whacked on my outside arm by some idiot (clown? nasty-name?) riding by on his rental scooter. He gave a huge 'woo hoo' as he hit my left arm on the upswing; I kept my balance and watched him weave back and forth over the center line as he rode on down the two-lane asphalt road. Idiot! I kept my balance, but sobbed, remembering a similar incident during my growing-up years.
Block Isl Bikes!
Soon recovered, I had a nice ride around the lower half of the island, then circled north by the a
irport. I heard a shout from a passing van (taxi) in which Sam and Clay were returning from the bluffs (I recognized Clay's cap). Talk about coincidence! I then proceeded north along the beach the 3.7 miles we'd previously noted to Settler's Rock. Settler's Rock commemorates the landing of the sixteen European families who purchased the island and first came ashore in 1661. I paused to walk the beach and pick up a few rocks as souvenirs. All in all, I biked about 2.25 hours, with stops for viewing and picture-taking. There are hills here, but they are short hills which allow for quick recovery in the downward slope beyond.

We three returned to the downtown area for a late seafood dinner at Manisses Restaurant, then called it a night and returned to the marina.

Clay and I walked Sunday morning, retracing much of my Saturday route, and again encountering Harriett who gave a hearty shout out "SaSea Sally" when she saw us in the distance. Such fun in a sea of strangers to have someone hail me in recognition. Returning to the boat, Clay noted the fog setting in. Note: Waterway Guide highlights fog and wind in the same sentence with Block Island often being called the "Bermuda of the North." 

The hundreds of boats prepping for departure had a wait on their hands with a few of the more impatient ones heading out prematurely. Stupid. We left in the second or third shift of the fog lift, but were astounded to find ourselves soon maneuvering in a very dense fog which descended once again. With 200-300 yards visibility for much of the trip, we were thankful for the electronics onboard...and amazed at those traveling in our same waters with no electronics. All three of Sam, Clay and I drove with only the captain's hands on the helm wheel. Three hours later it was hard to believe the battle we'd just wagered with Mother Nature; clear and sunny the remaining three hours, we arrived at Brewer's Greenwich Bay Marina where Sam was to switch out boat for car early the next morning.

Because Clay had noticed some acceleration problems with SaSea in the last hours of our trip, he was anxious to have the props and shafts checked for possible rope or damage. Astutely, Sam spied a diver just calling it quits for the day. We solicited the diver's help in checking us out and were given an all clear. Hmmm. I suggested we take the boat for a test run the next day to reassess. Will keep you apprised.

A grocery run, dinner prep and clean-up kept this little lady hopping for the remaining hours of Sunday evening; and I retired pooped following a good dinner of grilled burgers, zucchini and fresh corn on the cob. I mentally prepared a to-do list for Monday morning when Sam was scheduled to depart and sister Susan to arrive.

More later when we've transacted this quick turnaround, bidding farewell to Sam and welcoming Sus aboard the SaSea Sally!