- I hit Barnegat Bay in NJ the second week in November. That was about a week too late.
Just a few days before, I'd been sailing up the Chesapeake with a lovely southerly wind at my back. That weather had ended the day I turned into the Delaware River, and since then it had been nothing but cold and nasty northerlies, with a bit of icy rain thrown in for fun.
If I'd arrived a week or two earlier, the 'hop' to New York and Long Island Sound would have been easy. I'd have been home by now.
"Too late, too late," I kept thinking. And I almost was...
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Fair Winds: John