We had plenty of chop today but with a following sea, and the wind and current working together it wasn’t much of a problem. Storms were reported for mid-afternoon so we started motoring early and quit early, docking at the Norwalk Visitor’s Dock in South Norwalk. This town is a boater’s dream: easy access from Long Island Sound, and the main part of town is a hop, skip, and a jump from the Dock. Once a booming oyster fishery, the city took a nosedive 50 years ago, but has made an impressive comeback. Today, Sono is an upscale neighborhood with something for everyone: galleries, restaurants, antiques, bookstores, boutiques, and even a supermarket, and a West Marine all within walking distance of the marina.
(I highly recommend the Burger Bar Bistro!)
Someone asked me recently how we know where to stop along the way. As we anticipate how far we’ll travel each day, I refer to a cruising guide to check for anchorages, marinas, mooring fields, access to towns, water depths in and outside of channels, and time /distance off our main route. They also provide some historical information about ports and they include shoreside and emergency service info. (I also call the Chamber of Commerce to ask about walk-ability to town if the guide is unclear, and when I call ahead most dock masters, if asked the right questions, are helpful and informative. Google is another excellent resource). The cruising guides, published by Maptech, are softcover, spiral bound and each one is approximately 500 pages covering a particular section of water. You might say they’re the nautical version of a AAA guide. The Maptech guide I’m currently using covers Cape May to Long Island Sound, but doesn’t include Buzzard’s Bay. I’m confident we can manage our way back to our home port of Bourne when we reach the end of Long Island Sound.
The birds all along this journey have been delightful as well as entertaining. This evening as we dined on our back deck, a great egret fished from the adjoining pier. She perched patiently for well over an hour, watching the water directly in front of her. Just before the kill, she’d crouch for a few seconds readying her take-off…then a quick dive, and a quicker exit boasting a small silver fish flapping from her beak. We witnessed three helpings before we went below to clean our dishes. It appears to be a bird’s life: off to bed with a full belly with no purchase, no prep, and no clean up!