We got lucky today with with westerly winds making the 90 mile run up to Manasquan by way of the ocean a calm cruise. We were relieved.
At Manasquan we docked at a marina where we ran into Paul Jacobs, from Traverse City, again. What a small world. It was also interesting that just on the edge of the marina, about two docks away, the commuter train rushed by about every 20 minutes.