Monday June 15, 2015
I thought running up on the rock was bad, but what went on through out that night was worse. Jim was up most of the night, tending to all our fenders as the wind howled out of the south with gusts up to 35 miles per hour. Wind and waves sent my poor Heron crashing into the floating dock. Bang, bang, bang…. It went on all night. There was no place else to go, and we were pinned to the south facing dock by the current and the wind. Nightmare!

By midday the tide had changed, the wind had eased, and we weren’t pinned to the dock anymore. It was a grey day, with occasional showers. We had the river to ourselves.

Pulled into the Rondout Yacht Basin for the night, nice little marina. We lowered our dinghy Pelican and rowed a short distance (less than 1/2 mile) to Kingston waterfront.

We spotted a boat with a gold burgee, and they gave us the scoop on the town. Lovely dinner and margarita at a restaurant that was steps from the creek. Best of all, they had a framed photo and three day ticket from the famous 1969 Woodstock concert. My brother Stephen went to the concert. He would have been 18.