Update

Croton On The Hudson
41 12.02 N 073 53.62 W

Well, we have a layover this morning. I got up at my customary time, 0600, but we have to wait for the tide to turn at 1100. I can use the time to catch up on blog news.

Yesterday we had a delightful visit with my cousin Amy, and her two boys Luke and Nick. They live in Ossning, NY (that's right, the town that holds Sing Sing Prison), close to Croton On The Hudson. We haven't seen Amy in almost 15 years. Amy's husband Brian is an editor, and he commutes to Manhattan by train. I think that people like Amy and Brian have found just the right combination for living. Places like Tarrytown, Ossning and Croton On The Hudson are very quiet and very beautiful, yet within easy reach of Manhattan by commuter train.

The boys were enchanted with the romantic idea of having relatives that live on a boat and who can sail around the world. We gave them the cook's tour of Tarwathie. I also tried the boys out on a little quiz. I pointed out our ditch kit bag and I explained that the ditch kit contained those items we need to take if we had to abandon ship and jump into the life raft. I asked the boys to guess what the ditch kit might contain. They did very well, guessing correctly about 9 of the 12 things we have in the kit.

The day before, Tuesday, Libby and I enjoyed Manhattan some more. We divided up. Libby walked one mile to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I took the subway downtown to 42nd street photo. I was shopping for a new camera. We planned to meet in the afternoon and do something more.

Libby really really likes the Met and the beautiful things she saw there. Based on her account, I think she was most impressed by the objects designed by Louis Comfort Tiffany.

Next, I planned to try again to visit the aircraft carrier Intrepid. I rode the subway as close as I could get and started to walk the rest. It didn't work out. My foot hurt too much. Therefore, I changed my mind and rode the subway back to the boat. Libby was also tired out after the Met, so she too returned to the boat.

In the evening, we walked 3 blocks to Broadway in search of a place to eat dinner. We found Jack's Pizza Place. Jack's is a marvelous example of traditional NY style eatery. It is tiny. The tables are tiny, the aisles are tiny, and the space between tables nonexistent. The menu was long and varied. It took 15 minutes to read it. The walls were papered with innumerable signs, posters and admonisments to both staff and patrons to do or not do this or that. The waiters were surly in true NY tradition (I thought that surly waiters in NYC was a thing of the past, but not at Jack's.)

Then we visited the West Side Market to buy a few groceries. Again, everything was compressed in area, with tiny aisles crowded with people. I was amazed at the quality of the food, and fresh vegetables sold there. Prices were very high but quality was even higher. Clearly, this was an upper class only neighborhood and market.

Today we'll continue up the Hudson going past West Point and Storm King Mountain. Unfortunately, it is another cold, drizzly, foggy day so we won't get to see the spectacular scenery. I had invited my friend Pete to join us on this leg of the trip. He couldn't make it, but if he had it would have been a disappointment because of the bad weather.