The morning sun pierced through the window….and she glowed from the touch of heaven.
Saturday morning, we toured Sandy Hook resort community with Ce Ce, our daughter-in-law’s mom’s step mom, who lives in Rumson, one of the Sandy Hook communities. She took us to the highest point on the East Coast, south of Maine. From here, you can see the skyline of New York City.
This memorial is dedicated to those who lost their lives on 9/11. These folks commuted daily, by boat, to the World Trade Center, Sandy Hook.
Saturday afternoon, we were anxious to get out of the marina and equally excited about getting close to New York Harbor. The ride, about 18 miles across the huge channel, took us to the harbor. The worn out cliche, “country come to town” has never been more applicable. Here we were, trying to remember navigation signs, dodging mega yachts, cruise liners, barges, and ferries that run 30 knots, hoping I would not make a mistake. Interestingly, anything seems to go here. The ultimate in defensive driving, we saw jet skis circling cruise ships and barges like sand gnats at a Little League baseball game in Savannah. These people are crazy.
Verrazano Narrows Bridge 
Verrazono is the gateway to the Harbor from the Atlantic 
Our first clean shot of the skyline
As some of you may remember, when I introduced how this trip was conceived, a picture of the Statue of Liberty, taken from the boat by the author of the article inspired and terrified me at the same time. The idea of being in the middle of that harbor on MY boat, and having the opportunity to be in front of Lady Liberty, was overwhelming. This moment has certainly been the pinnacle of the trip thus far.
We anchored out tonight in front of the Liberty National Golf Club. I think some major tournament has been played here, but I could be wrong. A beautiful night, nice breeze, and a well protected anchorage provided safe .
