West Haverstraw, NY
Hanna…Hanna is coming, Hanna…the tropical storm Hanna…the warning for the past few days of high winds and flooding (not that we care about that!) makes us seek a shelter in Haverstraw Marina, one of the last few marinas before New York. The air is saturated with water, the sky covered and grey, the barometer drops 13 mb in as many hours, but the true fury of the storm passes east of us and we just listen to the progress of the storm on the VHF radio. We take an advantage of the laundry machines in the marina and this morning the air is crisp, humidity that tortured us for the past week gone and the evening finds us anchored just before the Tappan Zee Bridge.
Hanna…Hanna is coming, Hanna…the tropical storm Hanna…the warning for the past few days of high winds and flooding (not that we care about that!) makes us seek a shelter in Haverstraw Marina, one of the last few marinas before New York. The air is saturated with water, the sky covered and grey, the barometer drops 13 mb in as many hours, but the true fury of the storm passes east of us and we just listen to the progress of the storm on the VHF radio. We take an advantage of the laundry machines in the marina and this morning the air is crisp, humidity that tortured us for the past week gone and the evening finds us anchored just before the Tappan Zee Bridge.
