Feeling like latter day whalers, Christine, Meg and the Captain were up at first light to catch the favorable tide. A few gazillion gallons slosh back and forth through LI Sound several times a day and prudent sailors are hoping the train is going their way.
Big VMG as we passed the Race and central LI Sound. Flat calm motoring but better than bashing to windward tomorrow in 15-20 on the nose.

Of course, every train has a return trip but we made it as far as Port Jeff, sixty plus miles. Port Jeff has little to recommend it other than a half way mark down the Sound on the windward side. A giant barge is pumping its load of bunker fuel into the power plant on the harbor so we'll have a little white noise tonight. The huge car ferry threads the needle between a jam of little boats. And we got here on the "last day of summer". The town was wall to wall day trippers.

Tomorrow a beam reach back across to Connecticut to see Andrew!