Port Washington to Bridgeport, CT
Sunday, June 23, 2013
While in Port Washington, we took the train into the City. Our usual deal is to take a riding tour of wherever we go to cut down the wear and tear on the old bods. Grey Line was good enough offer a two hour version and we managed to do most of that. We did not miss the usual stuff including the traffic. A construction crew saw fit to block a street for us for about 45 minutes whilst the boys decided who needed to move a trailer. As rural Texans, we were both unimpressed and in wonder as to why that many people chose to live in such a small place. For us it was like a visit to a really big zoo. One World Trade is an awesome building replacing the Twin Towers. Of course, I was more interested in the early days of the City such as the places George Washington and the boys hung out. Of the fort count, there are no less than a half dozen from the days of black powder. We saw large groups of mostly ladies in several places doing yoga in the streets. That is right; they were blocking several blocks of pavement and had mats on the streets. According to the news, it was an organized event with over 16,000 folks participating. Bear and I took an early leave of the City , since we could not purchase a large diet drink thanks to Mayor Bloomberg and returned to Why Knot and our ABSD, Scurv. We were tired.
Port Washington was one of the more appealing places we have visited but it was time to leave yesterday. We thought we would sail the short distance to Greenwich, CT but we enjoyed the weather and the water state of the Sound and sailed past Greenwich and beyond to Bridgeport, CT. That was a five hour, 33.6 nm day. The place we originally chose was a small island behind which we could stay out of the forecasted winds for the night. Turns out that Hurricane Sandy must have whittled on that little island because it is no longer there. OK, says we, let’s take a slip for the night and we chose Captain’s Cove Seaport up Cedar Creek just west of Bridgeport proper. It is called Black Rock Harbor. The creek is underwhelming but the Seaport is something of a novelty. It is made to look like a miniature seaport village and the most dominate feature is a large seafood place with stuff scattered about to entertain visitors. It is an inviting place so it worked for us. Besides, I need to repair the anchor windlass and we need to take on fuel. Whether we stay another night or not has yet to be decided by the crew who, for the moment are still fast asleep.