Suddenly she leaps to port. Warm work at the helm. By the time we pass the abandoned prison on Rikers Island, the current is much diminished. Long Island Sound widens and we work our way along the soft Connecticut shore as the afternoon wanes. We pass Penfield Light and my hometown of Fairfield.
Mom comes out to wave from the beach.
The forecast is not good. They are calling for northeast winds 25 to 30 knots, shifting north at some point the next day. Our course to Boston is northeast, shifting north at some point. Maybe we can get as far as Buzzards Bay tomorrow and seek shelter before it comes on to blow. The season's first tropical storm, Arlene, is stewing around somewhere out by Bermuda, but at the moment she poses no threat.