SATURDAY, JULY 28, 2012
We wanted to get to Cold Spring right down
the river after the stores opened so after we got up at 7:00 a.m. we hung
around the anchorage and read until about 10:00. I actually worked on the blog while we waited. I took one last picture of the castle as we left. There is no telling how much it will deteriorate by the time we see it again if we ever do.
As we were leaving, Gary said he couldn't believe how close that boat behind us was. I turned around to see who was following us and saw the dinghy right behind us. I can't believe I'm so gullible.
Can you believe I got such a good picture of the train? What you don't know is that it is stopped. The second one is of it as it starts to go north on the track that is right by the Hudson.
The mountain across the river from the anchorage is Storm King Mountain. The train at the base of the 1,340 plus foot mountain looks like a child's toy. The darker strip from left to right in the closer picture is a road cut into the mountain. I couldn't get a picture of cars on the road to show you how small they were since they were so high up on the mountain. Storm King Mountain along with Breakneck Ridge on the opposite bank of the river form the Wind Gate that is the northern gateway to the Hudson Highlands.
We anchored in the same spot as before and took the dinghy into Cold Spring to do a little shopping. We found our way to the grocery store, drug store and post office. Here are some pictures I took on the way there and back.
We looked around for an economical place to eat in the tourist town. We decided to eat at a bar on Main Street that the lady outside said had an award-winning hamburger. She was right. It was delicious. When we came out there was a huge dog near the door. His owner said that he was a one-year-old mastiff named BIG that already weighed almost 100 pounds. I'm glad I don't have to feed him.
As we got back to the boat we noticed that the clouds were getting darker and darker. Good thing we got everything done before the rain started.
Before we passed West Point we were passed by a sightseeing boat with a bunch of new or prospective West Pointers on it. We definitely saw uniforms and short hair.
As we passed under the Bear Mountain Bridge, we saw a hiker (the dot near the bridge tower) crossing the bridge. We speculated that he or she was traveling the Appalachian Trail. We had just watched a documentary about the trail recently.
No more pictures. The F-O-G came in so bad we had to slow down and stay out of the channel. We were going to try to go a little farther than Haverstraw Cove, but those plans went out of the window when the fog came in. We crept on to the anchorage in the rain and fog. We were only able to go 20 miles in almost 3 hours in the bad weather. The total now is 2404 miles.
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