The alarm seemed to go off just a little bit early this morning, doubtless because of yesterday's long exertions. We needed to leave Long Island's Manhasset Bay by 6:30 in order to reach Hells Gate at slack water, and this we did before riding the ebb past Manhattan and out New York Harbor. Near the Throggs Neck Bridge we happened upon my old Coast Guard cutter, CGC Grand Isle, which was anchored, also waiting for slack water. We slid past waving and saying hello, but unfortunately the strong currents kept us too far away for the crewmen to toss over the bag of freshly baked cinnamon rolls they had planned to deliver. Oh well, I still remember how good the tasted.
The transit down the East River went smoothly enough. There were no felons visible at the Rikers Island prison barge, so we didn't get to taunt them, but Mike did get to shake his fist at the mildew-cover United Nations building as we swooped past. After dropping the hook inside Sandy Hook, we headed in to get a good meal featuring plenty of greens, then went on a marginally successful quest for ice. Mike did eventually turn up some crushed ice, but the block ice we had hoped for was not to be found.
This evening will be our last together for a while. Tomorrow Mike hops the ferry to Manhattan where he will catch a train back to Boston where Jean and his two dogs await.
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