Hanging at Sandy Hook

This blog will chronicle our (Pat and Patty Anderson's) 

cruising adventures on the Great Loop!

DAYS 66 and 67 - June 5 and 6, 2017

Daydream in the fog

Fog at Sandy Hook Bay

We had great weather for our cruise from Manasquan to Sandy Hook on Sunday, but the next day. Monday, we got socked in by fog at Horseshoe Cove, our Sandy Hook anchorage. It would clear a little, rain, and then the fog would descend again, so we just enjoyed a day on the boat reading our Kindles and playing computer. The fog horn was going pretty much continuously. The fog didn't stop the ferries going by though! Those guys are big and go fast, so they throw a pretty hefty wake.

Pilings off beach at Horseshoe Cove

Taking Baxter to shore

The beach at Sandy Hook National Seashore is very cool. At one tip of the horseshoe, there are some concrete ruins. I couldn't tell what they used to be. When Baxter and I walked the path that led to the ruins, there was a fence with a sign that said "Area closed, hazardous conditions." Despite the sign I had seen fishermen out on the concrete, and later some kids.  At low tide, there is kind of a point dividing the beach into two halves. On the the right half, a row of nasty pilings was exposed at low tide. I probably had paddled over them taking Baxter to shore. I steered clear of them on subsequent trips to shore!

The following day, Tuesday, was not nearly as bad as Monday, and we could easily have proceeded to New York, but it was so dark and cloudy. we decided we would just hang at Sandy Hook another day, since the weather forecast is much better for tomorrow, and we would rather cruise into New York Harbor on a nice day rather than a dull, dreary day! Baxter and I did some more shore trips. I had a little excitement on the last one - I had pulled the kayak up clear out of the water, and took Baxter for his walk. I had not counted on the rate the tide was coming in, though, and when I turned around, I saw the kayak floating about 5 feet off the beach! I am not known as a sprinter, but I dashed back, waded in over my knees and rescued the kayak! All is well that ends well I suppose!