We spent another day on the hook on Sunday while enjoying the sun and tranquil setting to figure out a plan or loose itinerary for the next week. As funny as it sounds, not having a plan is brutal on the psyche, and gives you nothing to pay attention to, no reason to know the currents or winds. It’s an odd feeling. So while the sun blazed down and the junior sailors from Manhasset Yacht Club battled it out in Ideal 18’s, using our boat to peal each other off, Jennifer spent some time looking at the guide books and charts developing a plan. Things settled, we decided we’d leave the next day after provisioning, and head on up towards Sagamore Yacht Club in Oyster Bay for Wednesday night beer can racing Jennifer lined up with their fleet captain.

But, the best laid plans... we woke to torrential rain on Monday morning and had to don our full foul weather gear - boots, So’Wester and all just take make to the beach for Mac’s morning constitutional. There was literally 8 inches of water running down the pier and off the end into the bay, it was wet! Change of plans, as we were not going to provision in that kind of rain. We moved the boat into one of the City mooring balls closer to the grocery dock and waited out the rain as it was forecast to die off later that afternoon. By 3pm the rain had abated and we motored up the bay to the dock across from the grocery store, an hour later we were motoring back to Libra with a full dinghy of provisions. Just a hop skip and jump from the dock, this was a very easy place to provision from. It kept us in the bay one more night, but well worth waiting to provision in dry weather.

By morning the weather had settled and we filled up our diesel tank and headed out into the windless sound and motored the entire way to Hempstead Harbor. We anchored just inside the jetty which used to protect a New York Yacht Club outstation but now protects the local mooring field and yacht club just off the JP Morgan community park. We dropped a hook and went ashore to explore the park, an amazing park by the way, and learned that dogs were not allowed. We explored the park anyway as there was no one there and then got back in the dinghy and motored over to the Hempstead Harbor Yacht Club to find out about the local scene before moving Libra to a better spot. We caught a young launch driver on the pier and asked him if there was a town ramp or dock near by. He hemmed and hawed, told us about other yacht clubs and then said “No, there is no town dock.”

We took him for his word but steered the dinghy out around the yacht club and wouldn’t you know it, right next to the yacht club was the town launch ramp and dock with a huge dog park right next to it. Really, he didn’t know that the ramp right next to the yacht club was a city ramp? Needless to say we moved Libra over closer to the ramp and then went ashore for a walk and the dinghy ride up the river to its’ end under the main street bridge waterfall. A really fun quiet stopover after the busy city of Port Washington and Manhasset Bay.

Wednesday we took a short trip, motored out around the point and into Oyster Bay. Once we found our Sagamore Yacht Club mooring ball the Launch came alongside and Billy welcomed us to the Yacht Club and gave us the scoop. We then got things together for a walk and a shower and hailed the launch for our first ever Yacht Club launch ride. Probably something everyone knows about, but I didn’t, people cruise along this stretch of coast without a dinghy and use launch services to get ashore. Just hail em’ on your VHF and their alongside in minutes to shuttle you ashore. Really a cool gig and something MacIntosh came to enjoy - he will miss them when we leave and he must return to our inflatable dinghy, degrading as it is.

Showered and iced up for the cooler, we returned to Libra in the launch to prepare for Wednesday night racing on a C&C 99 called Nee Leev owned by Chris Lorenz. The SYC Fleet Captain had hooked us up with the ride via email and we couldn’t have been happier. A welcoming crew that needed bodies as they only had 3 people before we got there. Wednesday’s winds were light and they set up the starting area just outside the mooring field by the harbor entry. They had a one design Swedish 40 class, a Spinnaker class and a Non-flying sails class with a moving course. The RC debated the course with the fleet over the VHF until he settled on a windward leeward twice around inside the bay as it looked glassy on the outside. Off we went, Swedish 40’s first followed by the spinnaker class that we were in. Nee Leev got to the line a bit late but after some prudent moves on the shifty light winds we rounded 3rd and continued to move up in the fleet.

It was a very light and long downwind run and thankfully the RC decided to shorten the course at the leeward mark and get everyone back to the YC for eats and drinks. We had fallen back to 3rd behind a Soverel 33 and an Olson 30 by this point but were happy the course would be shortened. This is when a funny thing happened. The Olson, that had been leading began drifting past the mark, unable to finish in the light winds. This left the Soverel crossing the line first, followed by us if we played things right. Just at this point the committee boat began dragging anchor and the line kept getting shorter and shorter until it wasn’t even wide enough for us to cross it! We hailed and he fired up his motor and moved back out of the way enough for us to finish just in front of the Olson that was now sailing upwind back to the finish mark. Some funny stuff, but heck, it’s a Wednesday night race, they can’t be too serious can they?

Once back at the yacht club for burgers and beers, Jennifer introduced herself to some folks out on the deck. “You’re from Seattle?” one person said, “Do you know Andy Schwenk?” Spitting up her drink laughing, Jennifer ran back to tell me and introduce me to Bam, Andy’s Harken rep on the East Coast. Wandering and talking with everyone, we found a picture of a Moore 24 on their wall and kept asking them what its’ name was and where it was. Well, first they told us it sank, capsized and sank, a sad end to a Moore but also a very difficult thing to do as they have 1100lbs of ballast and a 900lb hull. So then one boat told us they had hit it a few years ago and an insurance company had totaled it out. Ok, still a sad end but one a bit more believable. The picture had a good shot of the NY registration numbers so we wrote ‘em down and posted them later on Facebook. This is where the happy ending comes in, a fellow Moore owner did some online sleuthing and found an old ad for a Moore with that same registration number. It was listed as #118 which we know is alive and well sailing as Banditos on the West Coast! Thank goodness this one wasn’t lost or sunk. It makes us wonder what actually sunk and what actually got hit though. We’ll probably never find out.

As the stragglers that didn’t have to go to work and only needed to get out to our boat, we ended up being with the last group at the club and met a girl named Robyn who invited us to team race Sonars on Saturday at the Seawanhaka Corinthian Yacht Club. We had planned on departing on Friday and heading up to Northport to visit Bryant, but why not, one more day wouldn’t hurt, especially after she told us there was free beer on the porch after racing. One thing my daddy told me was to never, ever turn down a free beer. That settled we headed on out to Libra for the night.