11 May 2025
Depart: Chincoteague, VA anchorage 6:50
Arrive: Brigantine anchorage / Atlantic City, NJ 7:55
Distance: ~ 113 nm
Travel Time: 13 hours
Clark said we had 3 days on the ocean to make it from Norfolk, Virginia to home before bad weather moved in. He said we could expect 3 to 4 foot waves on the ocean. Today, I have almost never seen the ocean this calm. Clark sure knows how to pick days for ocean travel.
Today was the longest travel day in nautical miles and in hours traveled that we have ever managed. I think 100 nm was our prior record! We had 3 choices for stopping tonight. We could anchor near 1) Lewes, Delaware; 2) Cape May, New Jersey; or push all the way through to 3) Atlantic City, New Jersey.
Spoiler alert! We went all the way!
We had almost no picture-taking opportunities today. Most of what we saw for so many hours was ocean water! We did notice the Roman number IX in the sky.
At one point, we saw four large vessels up ahead at the entrance to the Delaware River. Three were at anchor and a fourth was on the move.
The most prevalent ocean "traffic" today was the balloons that passed by us. Mylar balloons never seem to deflate completely, and we see them all too often on the ocean.
Finally, we arrived at Atlantic City.
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Atlantic City, NJ coming up |
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Coming up on anchorage |
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Night view of Atlantic City from anchorage |
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Only other boat in anchorage "Conchy Jac" Never saw any people on boat |
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Full moon night |
Dinner has been late every night. Today, I prepared food as we traveled so that within 30 minutes of the anchor being down, dinner was on the table. All the leftovers I had in the fridge had been consumed last night.
12 May 2025
Depart: Brigantine anchorage / Atlantic City, NJ 7:35
Arrive: Home dock, Rumson, NJ 6:55
Distance: ~ 88 nm
Travel Time: ~ 11.5 hours
We picked up anchor in the Brigantine anchorage just before 7:00. When we came in to the anchorage last night, it was near high tide. Staying close to the land, as Clark usually does when we comes in here, was not a viable option. He had to carefully use the chart to follow the water deep enough to get in to this somewhat tricky anchorage. This morning when we left, we had high water once more.
As per usual, Clark worked the anchor while I had the helm. Other than holding our position while I waited for Clark to finish anchor duty and come to the helm, I stayed put. I could see on the chart where we needed to go, but I preferred Clark to negotiate the water. As he navigated out of the anchorage, I grabbed some pictures of the unusually high waters.
As we passed by Atlantic City, I captured some pictures of the tall buildings in the area.
I took several pictures of the Atlantic City lighthouse. It appeared dwarfed beside all the tall buildings. At one time it must have been the tallest structure around.


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Finally, a clear view of the lighthouse |
A lot of people were on the jetty as we left the inlet.
As we traveled on the ocean past Brigantine, NJ, Clark spied a whale's "blow" up ahead. He slightly changed course to be sure not to hit the whale and grabbed the camera to try for a picture. I took the helm and wished him luck. I thought the chance of a picture was close to nil!
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Spray in center of photo is whale blow |
After that, we saw no more whales, but, unlike yesterday, we did see some boat traffic on the ocean today - commercial and pleasure craft.
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Dredging operation |
Further out in the ocean, some work boats could be seen.
Of course, we saw many more balloons float by. Shameful!
Being short on sleep and long on travel, Clark and I were both feeling drowsy after lunch. He let me take a power nap first, and then I took the helm while he dozed. While he was napping, we passed Asbury Park, New Jersey.
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Asbury Park Convention Center |
After Clark came back to the helm, he pointed out other places along the shore including sites in Long Branch and Monmouth Beach, NJ. As we pass Monmouth Beach, we are very close to our home dock "as the bird flies"; however, there is no inlet here. We have to go all the way up and around Sandy Hook and back again. We still had several more hours of travel before we could dock the boat.
The next point of interest was, of course, New York City. We could see the city and the Verrazzano Bridge up ahead.
Finally, near 5:00 p.m., we rounded the tip of Sandy Hook, NJ where we could see some people enjoying the beach.
Then we saw the familiar Sandy Hook lighthouse
As we made our way towards the Highlands and the Shrewsbury River, which would carry us home, we were passed by Seastreak ferries carrying passengers back from a day of work in NYC. the one shown below passed very close to us, but its wake was light compared to the size of the vessel.
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"Seastreak Highlands" |
On the Shrewsbury River, we passed by the Twin Lights lighthouse which is now mostly hidden behind the growth of trees in the area.
Then, a landmark that has been here "forever" - Bahrs Restaurant.
We had two bridges to navigate on the Shrewsbury River. The original Highlands bridge was replaced years ago with a fixed bridge. Even very tall ships can now get through here.
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Highlands Bridge |
After that I took some pictures of Sandy Hook homes as we approached the Seabright bridge. It is very picturesque here. Unfortunately, this area is prone to flooding as the ocean and the river sometimes join together during storms over top of Seabright.
At the Seabright bridge we got a very unwelcome surprise. Clark knew that the bridge was scheduled to have a period where the bridge would not open for any reason. His information told him that date was in the past. When we arrived at the bridge to request an "on-demand" opening, the bridge tender told us "no way, no how - not until May 16th would the bridge open".
So close but so far! One-half hour to go on our epic journey home and we can't get there from here!
Clark asked the bridge tender for the vertical clearance on the bridge. The tender misunderstood Clark's request and proceeded to give him the dates of openings once more. Clark reiterated his request for clearance and finally got the answer of 14.5 feet of clearance with 3 more feet at the center. We need just over 17 feet. However, a barge was tied up under the bridge taking up a full half of the opening. That meant we could not go down the center.
Clark told the bridge tender that we could fold down and try to fit under. S/he (we could not tell male or female from the voice) said, "I don't recommend it captain. We don't want any injuries or damages." However, Clark decided that we would make a go for it. If we could not get under the bridge, we would have to go some place to drop anchor and come back at another time when we had low tide. We were past low tide with the water rising. The longer we took to try this maneuver. The worse the situation became.
We had the incoming tide pushing us into the bridge. If we got into trouble going bow in to the bridge, we would have trouble backing off. Clark's solution ... go through the bridge backwards (stern first)! That way if it looked like a collision was imminent, he could throw it in forward and make a getaway.
As Clark lowered the antennas, I did the station keeping to hold our position. He took the helm, and I stood on a metal box (a big thank you to Cathy and Franklin who gave us this "life saver"), so I could scream if it looked like we would hit.
When I climbed up on my box to sight the situation, I got a big surprise. Clark had forgotten to lower the mast. I quick told him his mistake and we switched places once more to rectify the situation. Once the mast was down, I climbed back on my box with my heart beating out of my chest. I grasped the pulley line used to lower / lift the mast in one hand and a metal stay line in the other. The last thing I wanted to do was fall off the box if we had a quick maneuver or a collision of some sort.
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Ready to go backwards through the bridge with me as lookout |
The adrenaline was flowing as we backed towards the bridge. Several small boats ignored the slow speed no wake posting for the bridge and came flying out as we prepared to approach the bridge. I hoped they would stop coming and generating a wake before we got cued up to enter. A wake would make us rock and increase our chances of scraping the bottom of the bridge.
To make things more interesting, as Clark backed into the bridge, he had me tell him if he was going to collide with the barge docked on one side and the bridge wall on the other as he could not see the edges. So, watching the clearance and the edges, I guided him under the bridge. He must have nerves of steel to steer the boat backwards through a bridge when he can't clearly see the hazards!
Well, we made it through and did not have to go look for an anchorage or try again another day / time. I told Clark that it looked like we had between 2 and 3 feet overhead as we went through the bridge, so we were in no danger of scraping the solar panels off the top of the boat. Thank goodness!
After exiting the bridge, Clark called the bridge tender to report that we made it through with room to spare. He said, "The clearance numbers on the bridge appear to be on the conservative side." S/he said, "Well done, Captain." I wondered what the tender thought as s/he watched us go through backwards. (Clark did that same maneuver here once before, so I knew what he intended. That time, we had our son Jeff standing in the stern with me watching to see if we would have trouble going under.)
Whew! As I climbed down off my box, my legs were wobbly! What an adrenaline rush! Boating with Clark is quite an adventure! What is that saying - "Boating is hours of boredom followed by seconds of terror" (or something like that).
We still had a couple more challenges before we could tie our lines to our dock. First, we had to turn off the Shrewsbury River to travel through Pleasure Bay. At the turn off, the water becomes "skinny". After the red marker for the channel, we unexpectedly came to a floating barrel (an official guide to navigation) that said on it "SHALLOW". No indication of how to pass this barrel was given. It turned out that a red marker here instead of the barrel would have been much more informative. We got past that hurdle and continued on our way.
The main channel is marked clearly with red and green buoys. The side channel that leads eventually to our dock has poorly maintained day markers. Some were missing. Most were broken. The ones that stood in place gave no indication as to whether they were a red or a green, and here it makes a big difference. We had to guess based on prior knowledge of the waterway. (Usually these day markers are repaired / replaced by the 4th of July each year.)
One of the green markers was missing 3 sides of the green square. Clark said, "Is that a cross?"
Low water at the bridge helped us. Here we knew we would have difficulty with the depth as we entered our creek. As Clark drove the boat, I called out the depths. They dropped rapidly as I called out "0.5, 0.3, 0.1 ..." I did not know that the depth finder could report -0.1 and -0.2! I had never seen that before. Usually after 0.1, it just goes blank! Fortunately, Clark knows that the bottom through here is "muck" -- made of dead leaves and such. Even though it showed no water, he pushed through.
Looking behind us, I saw no clear evidence of shallow water. Usually I see a trail of black water behind the boat from stirred up muck as he enters our creek.
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The start of our creek |
Once the depth showed we had 0.2 feet of water, Clark was happy. He said we were past the bad section. A short way down the creek, he decided that he should turn the boat around for docking early on to be sure he had the depth and width to make the about face. He then proceeded to back all the way down the creek to our dock while I put out fenders and lines!
We made it. Clark met his objective for the day - a shower in the house! Clearly, he was willing to tackle anything for a shower where he had as much water as he felt like using!
What a day! Hallelujah, we are home!