After nearly a week at Port Jefferson we finally left. It was a nice place to visit and we were able to reprovision quite thouroughly, more importantly we stayed safe from the worst of the effects of Ida. But it was time to go. The ladies at the local library recognized us because we were spending so much time there and we were on first name basis with the girls at the front desk of the Marina. I have to say though, that the internet was nice (even though you had to go to shore to get it) and the shower were hot and clean and even better “free” once you paid the $10 day.

But off we went to City Island making progress once again south more or less. Our accommodations at City Island turned out to be a rather run down dock across from a shooting range. It had a local white swan who was working on taking over the world and the dock manager “JR” lived aboard one of the small fishing boats with his cream colored something-poo named Chia.

Johnny B’s Marina (should have been our first clue don’t you think?) had no internet but we did fill up our water tanks and wash down all of the decks. We also met up with our friends from S/V Sea Schelle again and had a nice evening. Nicole played with the girls and we shared diner, which is always nice. It’s reassuring to know that there are other cruisers still making their way down the coast and we aren’t the only ones this late. Almost perhaps, the only ones, but not the only ones…

With not much to do at City Island we discussed the many pieces of advice on how to get through Hell Gate into New York City (down the East River) and moved on.