Snowman on the hop!

It turns out that you can see the Trump Taj Mahal in Atlantic City from many miles out at sea, and who knew I (Jill) would ever be dying to get there?

The last 24 hours have been a departure from form. We left Oyster Cove, in Long Island Sound, with the intention of going 15 miles to anchor in Throg's Neck. When we got there, it was still early in the day, and we realized the currents would be with us at Hell Gate, so we decided to continue through NYC. After we passed Riker's Island and what appeared to be a huge prison boat, got a big whiff of the East River, invaded the security zone of the United Nations building, passed the Statue of Liberty (pictures to come) and motored into Sandy Hook, NJ, we realized that we had a good forcast for the night and that Atlantic City was just 75 short miles away!

We had no wind at first, but it filled in from the east--finally, not SW--we rolled out the genoa a hair and we flew, by Delilah's standards, anyway. At one point Dean clocked us at 7 knots with just the double-reefed headsail out.

We got into the Trump Marina this morning (the marina where we met up with Greg during the delivery of his Hunter). I'm not thrilled to be paying so much for a slip after days of anchoring and tying up for free, but we plan to get our money's worth in hot water. Showers all around! Dean is at least a pound lighter.

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