Woke up with no showers for the second day in a row and set course for New York on a strengthening southerly. We made 6.5 knots under sail, about 4.2 toward our waypoint. Although sailing conditions were benign the left over lumpy seas from an easterly swell the day before made for uncomfortable motion. This made some of our crewmembers not as active as they would normally have been, little Luke being one of these. At about 1 pm a decision had to be made as to whether to keep on course or to just put in closer and give up the New York experience. We put in to Atlantic City at Trump's "State Marina”. Ed managed to get a ride home soon after. We made some calls to Brian, our crewmember for the southerly journey to explain our change of plans. Being a long time sailor Brian took the news in his stride, commenting that that happens sometimes when sailing. No big deal. He would spend the night in New York and try to find some form of transportation down to us in the morning. We tried to avail ourselves of the facilities offered to us by the marina, but other than gambling there wasn't much to do, so we went out to dinner and then headed back dockside for the night.