The week after Labor Day has become my favorite time to go cruising. School is back in session, crowds of tourists have all but returned home, but the weather-if you’re lucky-retains most of its summer warmth.
With a storm brewing to our west, blocking popular destinations like Block Island and Newport, Karen and I cruised east burning up some vacation time while discovering what else our new home state had to offer. From Clinton and Branford, to New Haven and Westbrook, we learned that Connecticut (a drive through or past state for many people) is filled with charming anchorages and cities on the rise.
I hope you enjoy some of the photos from our adventure, but more than that, I hope they inspire you find that new destination near you that might be hiding in plain sight.
Wherever we want to go, we go. That’s what a ship is, you know. It’s not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails; that’s what a ship needs. But what a ship is, what it really is, is freedom. –Capt. Jack Sparrow
Kicking off a trip in style.
If you cruise down the coast, especially in the off season, you should seriously consider stopping in Clinton. And get the breakfast at the town marina!
Day one of my week without wearing shoes. Life is good.
Riding in style.
A brand new Krogen Express looking sharp in Clinton.
Summer, I miss you already.
The Thimble Islands: Small rocky islands near Branford,CT make you feel as if you’re cruising in Maine.
The hospitality at Brewer in Branford is world class.
The Lobster Shack: Far enough away from Brewers in Branford that you don’t feel guilty ordering a large lobster roll.
Me: That’s a good looking street name. Karen:That’ll be my name soon too. Me: [Long Pause] Huh, that’s true.
A few hours down the coast is New Haven, an often overlooked cruising destination.
New Haven is home to Yale University, a campus with some pretty stunning architecture.
Doing tourist things.
Being a college town, there’s no shortage of popular bars.
Thinking deeply about things at Yale. Lunch. I was thinking about lunch.
35-knots winds had our boat bucking like a bronco all night. No sleep was had.
Cruising home is never as fun.
Just a short hop from our homeport, we found Westbrook (and the Brewer marina there) to be a gem hiding in plain sight.
The clubhouse for guests of the marina is downright impressive.
A dinghy ride to dinner on our final night. Does it getter than this?