Day 276: Friday, June 7, 2013
Port to Port: New York City
Underway: 0:00 am Motor Off: 0:00 pm Miles Traveled: 0 Stayed At: Mooring
First Things First: First 4+ inch rainfall day.
Mile to Mile: Actually, it was more like puddle jumping in the rain but that isn’t as poetic. The remnant of tropical storm Andrea decided to pay NYC a visit with an all night and all day rain event – sometimes up to an inch an hour accumulation. Before we left in the morning, I bailed many buckets of water out of the dinghy and before we could go back to the boat after dark I had to bail many more buckets (in the rain). We were soaked.
We still had things to do though so we slogged through the day and ignored our soggy feet and we underwear as best we could. We took the subway down to Penn Station midmorning to meet Sarah and Jake who arrived at Kennedy Airport at about 10:30 am. Everything went smoothly and we headed back up to Garrett’s apartment to drop of their backpacks, get Garrett, go out to lunch and head back downtown to tour the Museum of Modern Art (MOMA) – it was free in the late afternoon so of course Sarah figured that our for us. What a perfect day to hang out inside where it is warm and dry. It rained the whole time.
On our way home we picked up the fixin’s to make chicken parmesan, fresh green beans, bow tie pasta and garlic bread for dinner. What a fun party – it was definitely a group effort. It was good together time and great food – way better than going out for dinner (except when it became time to do the dishes). We didn’t want to leave (it was also still pouring rain). Even though Garrett offered his room to us, we decided to be strong and go back to our home for the night – not one our best decisions. It only let up for a little while and soon poured some more as we made our way to the boat after dark. Are we having fun yet.
The River was much choppier with large continuous swells rocking the boat violently. I had to hold on with two hands during the worst of it. Ugh! We survived (what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger right?) but wished we had slept onshore in a bed that doesn’t try to rock you off all night. The glamorous life of the Great Looper.
