We hauled up the anchor late Friday morning in time to ride the flood current up the East River. This was the full extent of our planning of the day. So, we were surprised by the crowd of boats and helicopters we found off the Statue of Liberty, among them a French warship Lafayette and a NYFD fire boat. We had stumbled into a commemoration of the 70th anniversary of D-Day.
I wish we could say that we had planned all along to be in New York Harbor on June 6 to participate in the commemoration. But we were there simply because we had waited for a weather window from Wilmington and were lucky. And consequently humbled. Here we were on a gorgeous day sailing our boat through New York Harbor. And while it’s nice to pretend that our own actions brought us here, the self-sacrificing actions of American soldiers and their allies 70 years ago played no small role in the freedom and lightheartedness we enjoyed making this trip. Thank you. We are grateful.
Not being city folks, giddiness reigned on the trip up the East River. First there were the skyscrapers to gawk at, including ones where Greg works when he is in New York.
We attracted the attention of friends in the Cornerstone Research NY office.
We sat on the foredeck at and looked up at every bridge crossing. And Hurrah made it through every time.
We wondered at the whirlpool at Hell Gate and were glad we heeded the advice of others who’ve gone before us and minded the currents.
And finally, the city fell behind us as Long Island Sound opened up. Off to our right, Manhasset Bay beckoned, and we soon found ourselves moored off Port Washington. It feels like a different world.