Last night the wind kicked up out of the north, sending large swells rolling down the bay and making Alana's anchorage outside the break wall very uncomfortable. Alana was bucking like a bronco and the dingy, which was moored astern was gyrating like a pole dancer (never seen one, but I'm told they gyrate like no body's business). As soon as the sun came up I moved inside the wall, a location I had previously avoided because I don't care for crowds and don't like to have to worry about anchors dragging, boat collisions, etc.
In the afternoon I got together with Katie, an old Coast Guard friend from my days in Hawaii. We got lunch, then drove out to Fort Hancock on Sandy Hook to explore some of the old structures (the fort was the Army's weapons proving ground before WWI when the weapons grew too powerful and the functions of the facility were moved to the Aberdeen Proving Grounds). We walked around the ruins, then headed up a very nice beach to the point of Sandy Hook. I must admit that this part of NJ is a lot nicer than I expected it to be. We didn't see a single needle or discarded pancreas on the beach, which was nice.
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