What a difference a day makes
07 September 2010 | Stamford, CT
Sunny, hot hot!
Last night as Meg and I had our evening stroll, I reflected on my prior comments re Port Jeff. After all the essence and appeal of cruising away from one's home waters is experiencing the diversity of the maritime and shoreside communities all bound together by the proximity to the sea.
All those folks busy enjoying Labor Day yesterday were doing their best to enjoy being on the water. And Port Jeff is what you get when you have a few million people nearby who want to be near the water.
This morning it was like our fairy godmother waved her wand. Poof, they were all gone. Only a handful of boats moving, very few people on the streets, only one other customer at the boulangerie where Meg and I bought a loaf of sourdough.
I was a little overeager predicting a beam reach today. To get to Stamford you still need to go "down" the sound, not "across". However, we pulled into this perfect little cove for a lunch stop on our way to rendezvous with Andrew and Eileen in Stamford: Ziegler Cove.
Our 35 year old copy of Duncan and Ware says, "You'll think you are in Maine until you go swimming and then you'll be glad you aren't!