We’ve been working our way slowly down Long Island Sound toward New York. And to paraphrase Nixon: This really is a long island! Our first big post-non-hurricane stop was New Haven, Connecticut — mostly for the pizza. But as an added bonus we walked through the Yale campus, which, wow. The kids and I were agog. It’s Hogwarts! Also Pepe’s Pizza (especially the white clam pie) was as great as we’d hoped it would be.
The next day we tried to sail to Oyster Bay, New York, former home of Teddy Roosevelt, but the wind conspired against us. It was blowing right on our nose so we had to zig-zag back and forth, grinding winch handles over and over again, the boat heeling over 25 degrees or more (this is known as “beating to weather”), but we still couldn’t make enough progress to arrive before dark. So we called an audible and found a cove on the Connecticut side instead.
That day also happened to be our anniversary — our fifteenth! To celebrate we had a gourmet dinner of champagne and … Top Ramen. The champagne was a present from our friends MZ and Micah, who we visited in Three Mile Harbor, and the ramen was requested by the kids (and about all we had energy to make). It was perfect.
The next day we limped into Oyster Bay. Apparently our engine thought that fifteenth anniversary wedding gifts are petroleum-themed, because it decided to start leaking oil. Soren and I noticed the stink in the cockpit, and when Drew uncovered the engine to investigate he discovered the turbocharger was dripping aggressively. Yikes. The marina where we moored helped us find a mechanic, who diagnosed a cracked oil feed line (“Thought I was going to have to condemn your turbo!” he said). He managed to find a machinist who could fabricate a replacement the next day — out of stainless steel no less — and by the end of the day we were all set. Amazing.
Repair work gave us plenty of time to visit TR’s place on Sagamore Hill. It’s stuffed to the gills with elephant tusks, animal skins, samurai swords, and books books books. Looks like it was furnished by a Hollywood set decorator. I can’t imagine growing up there, however Elsa now has designs to remake her bedroom in the style of TR’s eldest daughter, Alice: flowery wallpaper, a dressing table with a mirror, Southwestern rug. Just hope she doesn’t take to riding pigs down the hall, or whatever other shenanigans Alice was famous for. At least not while we’re still on this boat.
Next up, NYC! Can’t wait!