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Reese Goes to Summer School
Taking land lubbing family members for an afternoon ride on your treasured sailing vessel is one thing -- inviting them along for a week with you boating the Hudson River is another! In a weak moment that’s exactly what Brad did, and brother Kevin (Stu), nephew Reese (8), and sister Denise were only too happy to accept the invitation. Brad’s son Andy would be joining us as well, and he’ll remain on the boat after we depart.
We packed Andy’s car with provisions for the 12 hour drive to NY: blue Gatorade, red bull, pop tarts, Doritos, pretzels, and 4 lbs of red licorice. Don’t worry, Clare, the licorice was made from strawberries. Andy drove half the distance, Stu and I shared the other half. Reese slept for the majority of the trip, waking up at 4am. He said he always wakes up early. We were all surprised by the landscape as we neared West Haverstraw, NY. We weren’t expecting the beautiful hills and scenic winding roads that greeted us when we rolled into town at 5:30am. Thinking it was a bit early to wake Brad, Jay and Linda, we drove into town to look for a place to get breakfast and gas (for the car). We found a great local deli staffed by Puerto Ricans and got our orders in just before the rush of locals started coming in for their breakfasts to go.
After breakfast we found the marina and the Northern Light crew greeted us warmly. Before going aboard, Reese learned the importance of wearing a life jacket on the boat. Captain Brad filled us in on some essential information, assigned tasks (Reese will raise and lower the flags each day), and we were off on our first adventure. We started with a trip to Phillipsburg Manor where Reese and I learned how to milk a cow. From there we took a shuttle bus to the John D. Rockefeller estate. WOW, what a beautiful setting, and the home wasn’t too shabby either. At the estate Reese got some lessons in human anatomy as we passed by larger-than-life statues throughout the property. By the end of the day Reese had developed a fine blue moustache after drinking four of the Gatorades. Stu and Andy are on a mission to clean that upper lip, but so far haven’t succeeded.
Sunday morning Stu, Reese and Iwent for a jog before church. Reese learned the importance of pacing himself on a jog, but neither Stu nor I complained when we had to stop and give Reese rest breaks. They were never long enough. After church, we motored out of the marina, dodging water police, kayakers, and the Hudson River quadricentennial flotilla as they were all coming into the marina for the day’s celebration festivities. We motored to Newburgh and docked at a marina in the waterfront district of Newburgh. The place was packed with people awaiting the arrival of the flotilla later that day. We were treated to live music from three bars along the waterfront. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t make those three different styles of music sound like three part harmony to my ears. About 6pm the noise went up a few notches as the flotilla began to arrive. In the lead was a Coast Guard cutter, then came a parade of floating vessels: water boats shooting off their water cannons, police boats with lights flashing, canoeists, kayakers, stink boats, the flotilla itself, some of whom were shooting off cannons, and bringing up the rear was another Coast Guard cutter. All the while the boaters at the marina were honking their horns. It was quite exciting. During the excitement we
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were treated to a young lady making a wardrobe change in a boat not too far away. Clare, I tried to distract Reese, but I was no match for that cute girl. Stu, Reese and Andy were standing at the end of the dock when the Half Moon (replica of the ship Henry Hudson sailed) clipped it. A lesson in paying attention when you’re at the wheel. Yesterday while visiting the Hudson River Maritime Museum, we noticed a photo taken in 1909 showing the Half Moon replica o ship ramming another ship. Must be a Half Moon tradition to hit something at these river celebrations.
During our motoring down the river that day we spotted a Rocky Mountain on the riverbank that appeared to have a hiking trail. We anchored the boat and took the dinghy ashore. We were advised by some hikers to take the forest trail rather that the rock face trail. We had a real nice hike in the beautiful mature woods. We didn’t make it to the top of the trail before deciding we should head back to the dinghy. As we launched the dinghy Reese found out the importance of proper weight distribution in an overloaded dinghy. Don’t worry, Clare, he had his life jacket on and Andy would’ve gone in first if we had capsized. That night while Brad and I made dinner Reese was getting a math lesson from cousin Andy who was teaching him how to play Black Jack. He’s real good at adding to 21 now, Clare.
After galley duty I joined the guys for some 5 Card Stud. Andy’s already making plans for a Las Vegas trip with Reese as soon as he’s of legal age.
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Our next night we moored at Hyde Park Landing. This night Reese was taught the finer points of peeing off the boat - proper wind direction, good arcing angles, and whatever else he needs to know about that manly ritual. I have to admit I’m jealous I can’t participate, it’s a bit trickier for women! But I still have three and a half days to perfect a system.
Yesterday we found a great docking spot in Kingston, NY, right in front of the Hudson River Maritime Museum. After docking, we found another local deli where we had lunch. Reese switched to an orange flavored drink to add a little more color to his upper lip. After our private guided tour of the museum, Stu and I went for a jog, then off to do laundry and get some supplies. Reese chose a lavendar colored Gatorade this time. I was able to wash Reese’s Red

Wings jersey after I assured him he would be able to wear it to watch the game later that night. Unfortunately, Andy’s prediction that washing the shirt would jinx the team came true. They lost last night’s game, but there’s still a chance to win the Stanley Cup. Sorry, Clare, I think the lesson learned from that experience was “don’t wash your jerseys”.
At the grocery store I requested eight strips of their artery clogging, man-sized bacon. The man at the counter didn’t understand English too well and we went back to the boat with at least two dozen strips of bacon. Breakfast today was cooked by Andy, great scrambled eggs, bacon enlaced with “gelatinous gobs of fat“, coffee, OJ. Sue, you would have been proud. I topped my meal off with a couple pieces of licorice. Perfect! Clare, I’m afraid to say that Reese is now a real bacon

lover, I heard him ask for more after he finished his first six pieces. After switching to the lavendar colored Gatorade, his upper has taken on the same color as the rest of his face - dirty brown. I’ll drop some hints to Stu tonight about throwing Reese in the shower for an hour or two. He does have clean underwear at least!
This brings us up to date. We are motoring up to Catskill, NY where we’ll spend the rest of our time on this great adventure. I am truly having a great time, and I honestly wish you all were here (but I’m not sharing my comfy berth with anyone but Steve).
I just heard Andy up on deck say something to Reese about a barge passing by and mooning. I think I better get up there with my camera.
Denise signing off.