Last night was very warm; the fan got a workout. Well, this is the summer weather we wanted, I guess.
The air is still, and heavy with humidity. We enjoy some cream cheese and date-nut bread (a childhood favorite of mine) with our coffee, and pop our heads up to say good morning to Moonshadow. Lloyds Harbor is one of those great places to just sit, so we just sit. We've hit the unread pile of books from vacation which have been neglected since our return. It is truly amazing what a completely different way of living we adopt when on board!
We hear
thunder to the south. There is a line of storms sitting over the middle of Long
Island, dumping water on the Long Island Expressway. They show no signs of moving,
so promise to just maintain the overcast for us. We bring up the NY doppler
radar from the Internet and wish that this information was easier to get. We
also play with Moonshadow's new digital radar and charting system. Very
slick.
Just after noon, we finally get up the enthusiasm to head on, and after preparing lunch for later, drop the lines and head out. There is a hint of blue above us, but gray all around. The breeze is not bad, but just not with us, however.
Entering Port Jeff, the weather has improved. We have a little more sun, but more important, things are drying out a bit. It seems that most of the boats on Long Island Sound have the same idea of being out today. The anchorage behind the beach is quite full (although we could squeeze in), and the sand hole, an interesting anchorage carved out by a sand mining operation, is the fullest I've ever seen it.
Moonshadow suggests a trip into town (as Marion has also just suggested), and so when they report that they have picked up a mooring off Danford's dock, this seems like the right thing to do. We manage to get a mooring at the Setauket Yacht Club.
We take our separate launches into town (more on that another time) and meet to walk the streets of the town. PJ has improved over the past few years, acquiring a little more polish. It remains, of course, a slightly garish but slightly quaint town for visitors. A large transient boating and ferry commuting crowd makes the town more a place to go than a place to be.
Reflecting the partying at anchor, the town is buzzing with activity and the sound of music explodes from several of the local bars. We choose a quieter dinner at a local Spanish eatery.
After dinner, we don't even have room for ice cream, sit in the small park at the waterfront for awhile and then back on board for a much cooler evening than last. Moonshadow will be returning home tomorrow; Phyllis must be back at school. The visit was too short.
We will press on, in search of the lost vacation.