Blue Water

After a great night anchored next to a huge revovery vessel in a tiny creek called Lower Thoro, listening to the squawking of about a million sea birds in the flats on the other side of us, we survived another anchoring "adventure."

We elected to leave at 0700, as that would be a slack current, and would make recovering our anchor easier. Glad we did. As the anchor came up, it brought with it a tangled mess of discarded crab trap, some line, and about a ton of river mud. The windlass got it to the surface, but couldn't raise it clear of the water. John had to heave on the chain to help out the windlass, then reach over and haul the crab trap off the anchor, then reach over again to cut the lines tangled in the anchor. He has a pulled muscle to remind him of the affair.



This is our wake after we cleared the bridge leading to the Cape May inlet. Shortly after taking this picture, Gail whooped and ran to the rail. A pod of Dolphins had joined the boat. One of them, at least 8' long took station on our port quarter, right where Gail was standing. He stayed there a long time as Gail talked to him and thanked him for escorting us out into the blue water of the North Atlantic. She convinced John to leave the helm and see the porpoise, but the porpoise took one look at him and parted company.

After a glorious cruise up the coast, between one and two miles off shore, we sighted the tall buildings of Atlantic City, NJ.

Atlantic City has a light house right down town.

Neither of us had seen the boardwalk in Atlantic City, now we have.

Right now we are bobbing at anchor with the lights of the casinos twinkling in the distance.

Tomorrow, Manasquan inlet at Point Pleasant, NJ