We knew leaving NYC to head out into the Atlantic and down
to Cape May at the mouth of the Delaware Bay was a place that we would have
elevated senses (aka stress) because we would be encountering currents,
tides, fish havens, commercial vessels,
crab pots, lobster pots, and other unknowns.
All this is not what we have been used to sailing on Lake Michigan the
last ten plus years. Our good friend
Donald Rome offered to help Pam and me out when we thought we would want an
extra hand. We knew this was a good
place to take him up on that offer.