Day 6 and 7: Sailing from Boston to Key West

Newport, RI to Montauk, NY then on to Westbrook, CT

*** There is profane language in the Day 7 video, we had a small accident. Be warned.

Thanks to Key West Chris, we met up with our friends from Key West who live in Newport, CT during the summer. We went out to eat together then visited a really cool Irish pub the first night. The next day we stayed in, did laundry and provisioning and enjoyed a home-cooked meal. Thanks so much you guys! See you in two months back in Key West.

The approach to Montauk was lined with what looked like fancy restaurants and marinas.

The marinas were full of commerical fishing boats and sport fishing boats.

This was our channel markers to get into Lake Montauk. They were wide enough for us, but not another boat at the same time!

We set the anchor easily and lowered the dinghy to see the town.

Montauk was not what Lindsay expected. It was a commercial fishing port, not the cute residential area she had in mind.

We went ashore and had a drink at the “Liar’s Bar” and looked at some old pictures of big fish lining the walls. We decided to walk around but there weren’t any sidewalks there. We got back in the dinghy to find another way ashore closer to “town.”

We saw signs for $3 a foot for up to three hours, which would be $36 for our dinghy. After searching for another way ashore, since there was no public access, we decided to squeeze in between two boats tied to a floating dock. As I stepped off the dinghy onto the dock, the front of the dinghy slipped under the bow of one of the boats next to us and as it raised up again when I stepped onto the dock, I broke our dinghy’s starboard navigation light off. “Crunch!” Not cool. Here’s the repair Lindsay made from the first aid kit we had handy! That’s do for tonight.

We walked around but never really found a “town.” We decided to cruise around the bay looking at boats until it was time to eat at one of the top-rated restaurants on Tripadvisor. It had a free dock for us and it was a short walk to a sunset view for dinner.

I almost never take pictures of food. This deserved an acception to that rule. Yes, it was very nice and fresh. That’s one benefit of a fishing port!

The next day the wind was gusting almost 30 knots. The forecast was 10 gusting to 14 knots, so let’s try to make a formula for what the forecast should be. Let’s add 10 to the gust for the steady wind, 14 + 10 = 24 knots. That’s about right. Now, let’s add 25% for the gust, 24 x 1.25 = 30 knots. There, maybe we can do this every day to get a better forecast. We picked a place to sail that would be protected for the night and set off at 10:30am

As you saw in the video, it shows Lindsay slipping and banging her chin on the winch. It looks like she could have bitten her tongue or chipped a tooth, but luckily she didn’t. She’s tough like that and as you know, she swears like a sailor.

So we sailed all the way on one tack to the Duck Island anchorage outside of Westbrook, CT. It was slow going into the wind, we only averaged 5.5 knots. But the gusts were a lot of fun. We adjusted the jib from two reefs (smaller) and back to a full sail a couple of times during the day as the wind speed varied.

The flies were disgustingly thick as we crossed Long Island Sound from southeast to northwest, where were they coming from? We probably killed twice as many as shown here, the rest were knocked overboard. Gross, right?

It’s now about 5pm on Tuesday, September 17th. The flies have stopped arriving and we have cleaned up the carnage. We are just about to lower the dinghy and drive ashore to scope out Westbrook. Lindsay says she is at bit sore under her chin but she enjoyed sailing today.