We left Scotch House Cove on Thursday, very excited to be moving again. It was still grey and overcast with a light misty rain, the leftovers of Ian’s last hurrah: a string of thunderstorms that had descended upon us the night before. We didn’t mind, the wind and seas were calm enough for us to drop the mooring, raise the anchor, and go. As we headed into Buzzards Bay we were joined by other boats departing their safe havens in Onset Harbor and Fairhaven/New Bedford, everyone obviously eager to hit the road again after so many days holed up.
The further we headed west, the clearer the sky until it was full sun (right in our faces). Dan, mindful of his recent dermatology visit, was prepared to shield his skin. We had a very nice, but very long cruise - all the way to Fisher Island. We had to time our cruise through The Race, a confusing confluence of currents, which necessitated both the long day on Thursday and the very early start on Friday. 
No sun allowed on Dan's face!
We were up before dawn, but we weren’t the first cruiser out of the harbor on Fisher Island. We made big plans - another long day, we thought, and tomorrow, Hells Gate and New York City!
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| Sunrise over Fisher Island |
But mother nature threw us a wind-against-current situation as we cruised Long Island Sound, and we have had our fill of lumpy seas, so we headed for Port Jefferson instead. This is our first time here. Well protected from all sides, Port Jefferson offers a beautiful anchorage against shoreside parks of sand dunes and marshes. Two white swans met us in the channel. It’s warm and sunny, quiet and pretty.
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| Port Jefferson |
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