The Champlain and Erie Canal in the Mohawk Valley will be delayed as a direct result of the recent weather-related high-water event that impacted Central and Eastern New York.
Lisa was going to come to Nyack to visit. Later, we decided it might be more fun for me to come down to the City.
Spent a wonderful week in NYC
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| Sailing in Manhattan |
On Tuesday, I departed Liberty South for the 35-mile run to Nyack.
There was very little traffic passing the George Washington Bridge.
I got to Nyack and anchored at 1630
I visited the town, going to Staples to print forms for Leslie and picking up groceries at Bingo. It was a 10 km walk back, but an Indian lady gave me a lift back to Nyack.
The next day, I went to the post office at 2:30, but they were closed with no explanation.
Last night, I discovered the holding tank was very full. I confirmed that the NY Canals were not going to open on May 16 as scheduled due to heavy rains recently. Some buoys were not out.
I decided to go get a pump out and do some sailing since there was no point in heading north. NYC was a nice place to hang out.
As we approached the fuel dock, I determined we needed fenders. I asked Winston to put out the fenders and make sure they were tied up. H pointed to a stern fender and said it was. I asked him to check the others as well. He skipped a fender and went further to untie one from the lifeline to attach it to the toe rail. I told him not to tie to the toe rail since the line would be at a poor angle for the fender. I retired the fender to the lifeline. I asked him to attach a bow dock line to the forward cleat that was used for the anchor. I had laid out the dock line, but he could not see it. I yelled at him that it was on the deck, and he picked up a fender line. I got frustrated and abandoned the approach, then reapproached the dock after I figured out which was the dock line.
We were getting a pump out when he told me he wanted to leave. He said that I was belligerent. We had a gentlemanly discussion, and he said he could stay if we would try to work together. I hesitated, and he said that since I was hesitating, I really didn't want him around, which was somewhat true, so he left. He determined that he could catch the Ferry to Brooklyn, where he had an aunt and then rent a car to drive back to Montreal.
I departed the dock and motored south to go sailing, eventually anchoring at Liberty Island to the south. A new anchorage for BELLUM.
