Trip 1, Day 2
If
this was not the day from hell, it was its twin brother. We drove off from an underwhelming breakfast
at the motel to see our 30’ Seidleman.
It looked great from the ground.
After we scrambled nimbly up a ladder, I forgot that I had my camera. The boat was missing part of the hatch – presumably the reason for the waterline in the interior of the boat to have risen halfway up the engine compartment and damaging much of the wood. Of course, it was filthy – that’s an easy fix – the part that really got us going was that someone had walked off with the sails! It was supposed to have a 4 sail inventory and we got a 0 sail inventory. Well, it was off to chat with Don from Marine City, that outgoing used car salesman that sold us this tinker toy. “Oh yeah, it had sails alright. We’ll look into that for you” Uh huh. Couldn’t waste any more time in the Erie Islands – had to trundle on to Long Island.
I
must say, the Alleghenies are beautiful, and the Susquehanna was gorgeous. But we had miles to go (little did we know)
before we slept.
Finally,
we got into the
We careen merrily with the rest of the madding crowd across New
York City, rest stops and gas stations being
mythological in this neck of the woods, zoom through the Bronx
and guess what!
Another line to pay the toll for the Throgs
Neck bridge – only a 20 minute wait this time.
(For you kind souls that are concerned, it only took us 25 more miles to
pull off 495 and find a gas station.)
Bill insisted on a sit down dinner. The Airport Diner looked inviting. Fooled again!
Bill said it’s just Long Island style cooking. I said bad food was bad food anywhere in the
world. It was now
With luck, this boat will turn out to be just fine – after all, we’re committed to living on it for the next several years. Stay tuned – tomorrow is the great unveiling!