Saturday, August 1, 2009

El momento de la verdad

So tonight's the night. Slack water at the boat basin around 10 pm, and then I can loaf down to the Battery on the ebb and catch the current up the East River and through Hell Gate in the wee hours -- assuming that the Staten Island Ferry doesn't finally get me, and that the current predictions are halfway reliable, which is about how reliable I've found them to be.

I'll be pretty beat by tomorrow afternoon, which with any luck at all ought to see me well into Long Island Sound. Where will I anchor? How far will I get? The unpredictability is kinda the point of sailing, of course, but just now I'm feeling a little jumpy about it. Coming home from Maine last year I made it from Huntington, Long Island, to the Battery in 12 hours or so, with very light and fluky winds. (What happened after the Battery is another story.)

So unless the gods are very displeased with me I ought to be able to get that far, anyway.

Be nice, ye Gods! If I've put a foot wrong and annoyed you -- I didn't mean to, honest I didn't, and I will pour you an ample libation.

1 comment:

  1. Who IS that guy in the photo? Man, I wouldn't get on a shuttle bus with him.

    What's proper to say? We wish you good weather, and easy places to anchor.