May 15, 2009
Friday morning dawns bright and clear with just a light breeze. I call my friend Chris and ask if he wants to sail with me for the last leg from Stamford to Queens.
We manage to get to Stamford, buy some sandwiches and drinks, and get to the marina by noon. In no time we are motoring out of the channel and hoisting the sails as we set course toward City Island and the western end of the Long Island Sound.
Chris is an experienced sailor — racing, crossings to Bermuda, been sailing since he was a kid. Today, however, we didn’t need a whole lot of experience. The winds were light, but we motor-sailed some and leisurely-sailed some, enjoying the views of Greenwich and Rye. We passed by City Island, where I had learned to sail, on a gentle run and soon were gliding under the Throgs Neck and Whitestone bridges into the East river.
We ogled at the planes landing at La Guardia, and we dropped the sails to motor into the channel in Flushing Bay around 5 PM. It was a beautiful sail on a beautiful day with a fine friend.
We tied up in my slip at World’s Fair Marina, and my foolhardy, thrilling, and enlightening adventure came to a close.