Welcome to New Jersey...
Once again, at first light we head for Sandy Hook. It's still pretty chilly by Florida standards and we motor for the first couple of hours. By 8 o'clock we have enough breeze to sail, which is a good thing because we are nearly out of fuel. Our luck holds as the breeze builds up to 18 knots during the morning. We're beating into it, but hey, at least we're sailing. Just about the time the wind edges above 20 knots we reach Manasquan inlet. Being desperate for fuel, we stop at one of the first docks with a fuel sign. The guy at the dock tells us to go away, he doesn't have enough water at the dock. We told him that we only draw two feet, but he again tells us to leave in no uncertain terms. It puzzled us for a moment until we realized what was happening........we were being welcomed to New Jersey. From previous visits to this state, I've learned a little bit of the lingo. Like the New Jersey alphabet...... Fuckin' A, Fuckin' B, Fuckin' C, Fuckin' D, Fuckin' E, etc. The next dock was operated by people who seemed almost normal....at least until we were accosted by a couple of goons flashing badges, really big, shiny badges. They informed us that they've been keeping their eyes on us for some time now. So I ask them "Why wuz yooz doin' nat? Don't yooz guys have a job?" (my attempt to communicate in the local language was not helping the situation) They were clearly trying to intimidate us. Once they realized that we were not big time import/export businessmen, they became real friendly. (As if to say....We were just kidding. We're not really the assholes we pretend to be.) If the wind had not been 20 knots or better out of the south we would have headed right back out into the Atlantic.
Instead, we finished fueling up and headed down the Jersey ICW. The current was against us as we entered the Point Pleasant Canal but those twin 10 horse Yamahas just kept on purring (loudly) and we made reasonable speed against the current. I must say here that the operators of the lift bridges on the Point Pleasant Canal could not be more courteous and professional. After motoring the rest of the day, we anchored for the night just before Little Egg Inlet. Close enough to make a quick getaway at the earliest opportunity. As soon as we had enough light to find our way, we motored out the inlet as fast as our little Yamahas could carry us. The wind was out of the north , so when we got out into the Atlantic we were able to sail at a very comfortable 9 to 10 knots most of the day. It was very cold and the sky was completely overcast. The vinyl screens gave protection from the wind, but there would be no solar heating today It was however, our best day of sailing so far. Once we were underway, Theresa found the only warm spot on the boat and claimed it for her own. She stayed there until it warmed up a little. If I'd had the opportunity, I would have done the same. By mid afternoon we were off Cape May and would have preferred to continue on all night, but the wind was predicted to blow from the south again during the night. Reluctantly we entered Cape May Harbor. We had stopped here once before and kind of liked the place. The food was good, the people were friendly and not at all like those we've met in other parts of the state. This time was even better than the last. We've been up and down the east coast many times, but from now on, New Jersey will be for emergency stops only, with the notable exception of Cape May.