Day 8: Farewell to Mike

This morning my brother Mike and I enjoyed a breakfast at Sissy's before he boarded the ferry for a high-speed trip to Manhattan where he will catch a train back to Beantown. I was sorry to see him go, but understood his need to get back. After saying goodbye, I went to a local laundromat to do some laundry, then cam back to Alana to make preparations for the next leg of this trip.

Careful study of the charts and cruising guides indicates that there really are no appealing anchorages between here in Sandy Hook and Delaware Bay. I'll be saying solo, so it's important that I pick a good weather window, one that will allow Alana's autopilot to handle the majority of the steering while I drink coffee and take naps for a day or two. I've been consulting Windfinder and it looks like a late Monday afternoon departure might make the most sense. Between now and then I'll just keep busy puttering about the boat and perhaps go for a day sail with a friend of mine who now lives in Princeton, NJ.