We leave the dock at the Fredericton Yacht Club and return to Saint John. We haul the boat at the Saint John Power Boat Club. We discover "On Off", the only cleaner that can tackle the "Mustache" stain caused by the coloration of the east coast USA waters. You literally brush it on and hose it off, saving hours upon hours of labor. However, it is best not to read the ingredients.
After a delay to let hurricane "Bill" pass we head south.
We check into the USA at historic Eastport, Maine.
We pass lighthouses and fish traps on the way down the coast of Maine. We duck into "Mud Hole" to wait out a storm. It was downgraded to less then a gale force by the time it arrived, but it was still nice to be in a safe harbor.
The coast of Maine again presented challenges due to the outrageous number of lobster trap markers. Often two are connected by a line that is less than the 6.5 ft we draw. We snagged three in one afternoon. We were able to back off of two, but had to cut one off. I refuse to eat Maine lobster in protest.
We spend a few days in Sheepshead Bay, Coney Island, NYC. Son James and his girlfriend Maria join us for a day at Coney Island. The beaches are huge. The beer is cheep (by US and CDN standards). We tried a Hot Dog at Nathans, the originator of this sandwich. The taste is so so by my standards. We did not try any of the rides as they looked sadly run down.