September 21-22
The guide books talk about how rolly it can be for boats anchored in the 79th Street Boat Basin. Certainly passing boats do create waves, but it was no where near as uncomfortable as we had been led to believe.
We still had to pinch ourselves in the morning to realize we were sitting in the middle of downtown Manhattan. After coffee, we dinghied to the marina where we could tie up and walk a couple of blocks up to Broadway Avenue. We stopped for a breakfast bagel at Zabar’s, a huge and well-known delicatessen. It was very busy as Yom Kippur was only a couple of days away. As we were eating, the manager at the fish counter boomed over the intercom, ‘We’re now serving number 138. If you are not within 25 of this number, go and have something to eat in the deli or visit our mezzanine. Please, move away from the fish counter.’ Of course, we quickly finished our coffee and headed towards the fish counter to see what was going on.
That evening, Darlene, John, and Jorie joined us for appetizers on the boat before heading back into the city for supper. Jorie returned with us to the boat for a sleep-over. We are hoping that we have a fellow sailor in the making.
It was interesting to compare stories the next day. Our mooring ball to anchor for the night in downtown New York was thirty dollars, while Darlene’s parking fee for the evening was forty-six dollars. In the end, though, we thought of it as dinner with family in New York – priceless.
On Saturday, we had company to the boat – lots of company and lots of fun. John, Darlene, and Cody, along with Cassie and four of her friends from school joined us for a cruise along midtown Manhattan. The captain must have been looking pretty good that afternoon, as the dinghy with its crew received much more attention from other boats than it ever has in the past.
The guide books talk about how rolly it can be for boats anchored in the 79th Street Boat Basin. Certainly passing boats do create waves, but it was no where near as uncomfortable as we had been led to believe.
We still had to pinch ourselves in the morning to realize we were sitting in the middle of downtown Manhattan. After coffee, we dinghied to the marina where we could tie up and walk a couple of blocks up to Broadway Avenue. We stopped for a breakfast bagel at Zabar’s, a huge and well-known delicatessen. It was very busy as Yom Kippur was only a couple of days away. As we were eating, the manager at the fish counter boomed over the intercom, ‘We’re now serving number 138. If you are not within 25 of this number, go and have something to eat in the deli or visit our mezzanine. Please, move away from the fish counter.’ Of course, we quickly finished our coffee and headed towards the fish counter to see what was going on.
That evening, Darlene, John, and Jorie joined us for appetizers on the boat before heading back into the city for supper. Jorie returned with us to the boat for a sleep-over. We are hoping that we have a fellow sailor in the making.It was interesting to compare stories the next day. Our mooring ball to anchor for the night in downtown New York was thirty dollars, while Darlene’s parking fee for the evening was forty-six dollars. In the end, though, we thought of it as dinner with family in New York – priceless.
On Saturday, we had company to the boat – lots of company and lots of fun. John, Darlene, and Cody, along with Cassie and four of her friends from school joined us for a cruise along midtown Manhattan. The captain must have been looking pretty good that afternoon, as the dinghy with its crew received much more attention from other boats than it ever has in the past.
