25 Jun 14

The alarm went off, we got up and looked out the window, read the latest missive from FGRP ex-officio (I’ll explain later) and decided we were “Go” for Atlantic City. But first, we had to fuel up. We finally got away from the fuel dock by 07:30 and headed out into the wide Atlantic Ocean; first time “c’est le bon” has had her feet wet since June of 2013 offshore Florida. She did fine and so did the crew. We made it the 38 miles from Cape May to Atlantic City (aka, Trump Town), in just over 6 hours, docking at the Farley State Park Marina (conveniently adjacent to the Golden Nugget Casino/Hotel, owned, coincidentally, by Tilman Fertita, fellow Houston resident). Tilman is not here presently, although his boat “Boardwalk” is, so we were not able to pay our respects in person, but we left a boat card, so, hopefully, we will get together with him the next time. We watched France v Ecuador (0-0) and Switzerland v Honduras (3-0) on the TV up at the Golden Nugget, so it was a good day. We spent the rest of the afternoon perusing weather forecasts and trying to decide if the looming cold front was going to: a) be an issue, b) move through our area or c) cause us to delay here for a day or two. At dinner time, we have decided to go to bed early and get up at 04:00 (ugh) to check conditions and forecasts then. If good, we will cinch our belts up for the 80 N-m trek to Sandy Hook, NJ (for you land-lubbers, that is the far north end of the Atlantic coast of NJ and just south of the Verrazano Narrows (i.e., southern entry to NYC, the Big Apple).