More Cape May

This summer it became clear that one of the highest priorities for Maryanne - to be worked out by Wednesday - was a plan to be in a port on Sunday where the New York Times was available.  I took a jog past Cape May's beautiful Victorian homes and ended the 3 miler just short of the Acme supermarket.  My stomach dropped at the sight of the empty NY Times shelf.  I checked - indeed they were sold out, but the WaWa by the Lobster House might have them.  The clerk warned me that it wasn't within walking distance.  (Maryanne and I had just covered that distance and then some the day before.)  My 3 miler became a 4 miler.  I ran with an added sense of urgency hoping against hope that I would get there before the last Times sold out.  Success!  I returned with not only a Times but also a Washington Post.

Later that day we loaded our Bike Friday Two'sday Tandem bike onto our dinghy for a quick tour of the Victorian homes that Maryanne had not had a chance to see on foot the day before.  The bike always gets lots of comments: "You fit THAT on a SAILBOAT?!"  Cape May has quite a collection of Victorians - many more than Sea Cliff next our home port.

We returned a little late to the boat.  Maryanne quickly lifted the 9.9 hp Tohatsu onto the rail and I slowly lifted the dinghy with a halyard onto the foredeck.  One question haunted me.  Could I successfully navigate through the shifting shoals close to Cape May or should I choose the safer and hours longer route out to the the ship channel.  The dire descriptions of chop on the very shallow Delaware Bay with a current against me all day had me worried.  We planned to leave as soon as there was enough light on Monday morning.