Waterford to New York

The Eire stops as Waterford as it joins the Hudson.  So did we, taking time to replenish critical supplies and to enjoy the restaurants of the area.  Bev even took on some of the locals in a game of pool.

We made it from Waterford to New York in two days, stopping behind the old castle at Pollepel Island.   Unfortunately, it was too dark for pictures when we arrived and it was too dark for pictures when we left in the morning.  The channel in was incredibly narrow and close to the shore.  Had it not been a “skipperbob” recommended anchorage, I would not have tried it.  All worked out, however, in the end.

The Hudson has some magnificent “cottages”. 

Many of the lighthouses truly are houses, although they appear to be built of brick and stone and thus, cannot be very light.

 

 

We did manage to spend an afternoon touring the Central Park with our friends Gerry and Pam.

 

 

New Yorkers are so lucky to have a little oasis of nature like this right down town.

 

This guy blew incredible bubbles like I have never seen before.

Of course, there are also all sorts of musicians and you can take guided tours of the Park if you like.

 

And then there are other surprises like a paraplegic dog in a “doggy wheelchair”.

Pam and Gerry left early Saturday morning to take the train home.  We were very sorry to see them go.  We got along very well.  No cross words were spoken.  We really enjoyed both their company and their help.

Beverley’s daughter Brooke and her beau, Brent arrived Saturday, shortly after noon.  I find that I no longer like crowds.  An hour or two in New York, and I am ready to leave.  If I am at on end of the scale, Brooke, is at the other extreme other.  She was determined to maximize the opportunity and was ready to “shop till you drop”.  More power to her.  Her boyfriend, Brent, is a true trooper.  I would consider 2 hours of shopping for women’s cloths, handbags etc to be justifiably classified as “cruel and unusual punishment”.  He put up with it for days.

Brooke, Brent, Bev and myself

All in all, New York was well, it was New York.  For someone who lives in a house where maybe 3 cars might pass the end of our laneway in a day, it was pretty crowded.  The 79^th Street Marina (mooring field) was very “rolly – polly”.  Last time we were here, there was internet access from the mooring field.  This time, there was none.  I thought I might suffer from withdrawal.  If you like lights, crowds, noise, smells, people in a hurry, sensory overload and man-made wonders, this is definitely the place to be.  If you prefer quiet spots with natural wonders and more subtle enjoyments, then don’t come.  I was glad to get the Hell out!!