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July 21, 1983 - Off to NewportJuly 21, 1983 The News - Review Page 13 Off to Newport By PAULSTOUTENBURGH Remember: Barbara and I had started out on a three -week vacation aboard our 28 -foot sloop, the SeaWind. Two other boats had left earlier and we were hoping to meet them in Newport -- that is if they had held to their schedule. From Peconic Bay we moved eastward, island hopping, which last found us in Point Judith, R.I. It was here I called two old friends, one a former student who took to the sea, the other a fellow ranger I had worked with years ago when I was a naturalist on Fire Island National Seashore. When I called Bill, he was offshore swordfishing, but John was home. He'd be down in the morning and sail to Newport with us. Sure enough, about 9 o'clock, after we had a chance to wash down the boat and replenish our supplies, John came aboard. "Looks like we'll have a great day; the wind is brisk," he said as he stepped aboard. Well, the good wind turned into a gale and by the time we were heading through the breakwater we knew it was more than just a good wind. We'd put the first reef in the sail but with the increase in wind it didn't help much as we raced along with the lee rails under water. We had the radio on as we were interested in the Newport race trials going on offshore. then it came through: "All boats head in." The prediction was for thunderstorms, hail and high winds. It was just about then that our jib blew out and went thrashing in the wind. A few hectic moments and the jib was down and we were headed back. Our first defeat, but then weather is one you should bow to when the chips are added up. Returned to the Dock Back at the same dock we mended the broken boom and sail and then had lunch. Sure enough, to the east we could see sheets of grey rain clouds. An ominous look took over, but we were spared the brunt of the storm. Later that afternoon we decided to head out again, the wind still strong and the sea still wild. As we worked our way up the bay to Newport Harbor, Brenton Reef Light rose out of the water like a giant tower giving us a clear reference as to where we stood in the bay. Black clouds still roamed the sky to the east. A laughing gull with its black head rode the high winds above us. He was far to the north of his usual cruising grounds. He's usually found more to the south of us, as those who know the Chesapeake can vouch for. Entering Newport is like driving from the East End of Long Island into New York City. Boats, mostly sailboats, were everywhere. The docks were lined with them. The harbor was full of them swinging on moorings and there was a steady stream of their glistening white hulls moving back and forth in the that something was going on and, of course, there surely was. The America Cup trials were taking place and like bees to honey the interested ones flocked about. In we sailed, feeling fully like a country boy in the city. Our place of rendezvous was the Newport Yachting Center, and sure enough there were the other two boats we'd come to meet. Great shouts of joy and handclasps were soon exchanged along with a long, cool drink. "Yes, we were caught in the storm." "No, we didn't get the thunderstorms and hail you people got." On and on it went. "Yes, we did see the challenger right alongside of us." "Weren't we lucky to have made reservations months ago ?" Newport -- Exciting Place to Be Needless to say, Newport fascinated us. It was as if we were in the big city at Christmastime. People hurried here and there. Shops were filled and happy, excited people scurried about. To celebrate our reunion we all went to dinner at one of the local dockside restaurants and sat among the noise and confusion of vacationing people. It was a good night, but one I'm afraid I was glad to have behind us. Tomorrow we would head for the opposite, the quiet and rural atmosphere of Cuttyhunk. As we headed back to our boats, music floated across the water along with laughter and gaiety. They were the sounds of the night, but alas our high spirits were shaken when Barbara and I entered our boat to find our sailing companion, the cat we had brought along with us, had jumped ship! She'd been no problem to us at all. When underway she huddled on a shelf up in the fo'c's'le and when anchored she walked about the boat as if she owned it. How confused she must be here in this new world of perpetual noise that the nightly land gave forth. A two -hour search by flashlight unveiled nothing. Why I wasn't picked up as a peeping tom I'll never know for I looked on top and under everything. Still no cat. We hoped for a better chance in the morning. Dawn broke and we were out early. Now the clatter and humdrum had faded away, like the city streets at dawn. We had the place to ourselves. We searched and searched, but to no avail. This likable cat was sort of special to us. We had gotten it from the local pound and it CHA__ ROS SOUND rsreeoalifted ferwl" Over 50 Major liranda # RrHom Ina°allallons zAwnmx 4�: to LARGMT AUDIO WROM 6rMAL1>sTS *HITACHI A WoM Leader in Tednology a TURNTABLE HT -45 Adcom Cartridge $.169o95 Dinh Drive Semi - Automatic 28 CAmeron St. Store Hour. Aso,ut mpton WHY DRIVE WEST? 10 to a Datly 64.4416 Closed Sundays LAUGHING GULL - -This small, black- headed gull usually seen more to the south of us has been moving further north. Photo by Paul Stoutenburgh had become part of our family. We just couldn't sail away and leave it in this wild and noisy city, so when parting time came, we decided to stay and our friends again left without us. We were determined to find the cat. We drowned our sorrow in window shopping. But nothing seemed to take away the fear that we'd lost our companion. That night I had one last hunch. The British cup challenger which was right alongside our dock needed to have her mast taken out for some alteration and so a large crane parked near our boat was moved in. As I watched the operation with all its youthful activity, a thought came across my mind; Perhaps the cat had climbed up into the crane and when it started it might have taken off to hide because of the noise. I went back to the boat, got a flashlight and again started my search. There was a tent that housed a lot of custodial equipment -- tables and chairs, which I diligently went over. There under the very bottom one, crouched in a corner, I saw a ball of fur. I still couldn't tell if it was our cat, but my heart jumped and I ran for the boat. I told Barbara not to get her hopes up but I thought I had found something. Sure enough after much pleading and coaxing we were able to retrieve our cat. She trembled in Barbara's arms and her eyes were wild, for it was half frightened to death. Needless to say, that night the ports and hatches were doublechecked and the next morning bright and early we were on our way to Cuttyhunk in a haze that left us and our cat in a world alone. Soundviopew Restaurant Off- I � IND Route 48, Greenport, N.Y. For Information Call 477,0666 � All Credit Cards Accepted Soundview Summer Theatre "'"''''' Presents a Broadway Show EVERY WEDNESDAY NIGHT DURING JULY 4"Same Time Next Year" Curtain 9 PM — Admission $hoo For Tickets call 477 -0666 Try � Our Tempting DAILY SPECIALS Created BY Our Flew Master Chef! Dancing In The Gold Room SAT. NITE Every Thurs. - Fri. - Sat. & Sun. DON LEE At PIANO BAR July 211190, The Suffolk Times Page 13A Off to Newport Mein! By PAUL STOUTENBURGH Remember: Barbara and I had started out on a three -week vacation aboard our 28 -foot sloop, the SeaWind. Two other boats had left earlier and we were hoping to meet them in Newport -- that is if they had held to their schedule. From Peconic Bay we moved eastward, island hopping, which last found us in Point Judith, R.I. It was here I called two old friends, one a former student who took to the sea, the other a fellow ranger I had worked with years ago when I was a naturalist on Fire Island National Seashore. When I called Bill, he was offshore swordfishing, but John was home. He'd be down in the morning and sail to Newport with us. Sure enough, about 9 o'clock, after we had a chance to wash down the boat and replenish our supplies, John came aboard. "Looks like we'll have a great day; the wind is brisk," he said as he stepped aboard. Well, the good wind turned into a gale and by the time we were heading through the breakwater we knew it was more than just a good wind. We'd put the first reef in the sail but with the increase in wind it didn't help much as we raced along with the lee rails under water. We had the radio on as we were interested in the Newport race trials going on offshore. then it came through: "All boats head in." The prediction was for thunderstorms, hail and high winds. It was just about then that our jib blew out and went thrashing in the wind. A few hectic moments and the jib was down and we were headed back. Our first defeat, but then weather is one you should bow to when the chips are added up. Returned to the Dock Back at the same dock we mended the broken boom and sail and then had lunch. Sure enough, to the east we could see sheets of grey rain clouds. An ominous look took over, but we were spared the brunt of the storm. Later that afternoon we decided to head out again, the wind still strong and the sea still wild. As we worked our way up the bay to Newport Harbor, Brenton Reef Light rose out of the water like a giant tower giving us a clear reference as to where we stood in the bay. Black clouds still roamed the sky to the east. A laughing gull with its black head rode the high winds above us. He was far to the north of his usual cruising grounds. He's usually found more to the south of us, as those who know the Chesapeake can vouch for. Entering Newport is like driving from the East End of Long Island into New York City. Boats, mostly sailboats, were everywhere. The docks were lined with them. The harbor was full of them swinging on moorings and there was a steady stream of their glistening white hulls moving back and forth in the channel. You had a feeling of excitement, that something was going on and, of course, there surely was. The America Cup trials were taking place and like bees to honey the interested ones flocked about. In we sailed, feeling fully like a country boy in the city. Our place of rendezvous was the Newport Yachting Center, and sure enough there were the other two boats we'd come to meet. Great shouts of joy and handclasps were soon exchanged along with a long, cool drink. "Yes, we were caught in the storm." "No, we didn't get the thunderstorms and hail you people got." On and on it went. "Yes, we did see the challenger right alongside of us." "Weren't we lucky to have made reservations months ago ?" Pdewport -- Exciting Place to Be Needless to say, Newport fascinated us. It was as if we were in the big city at Christmastime. People hurried here and there. Shops were filled and happy, excited people scurried about. To celebrate our reunion we all went to dinner at one of the local dockside restaurants and sat among the noise and confusion of vacationing people. It was a good night, but one I'm afraid I was glad to have behind us. Tomorrow we would head for the opposite, the quiet and rural atmosphere of Cuttyhunk. As we headed back to our boats, music floated across the water along with laughter and gaiety. They were the sounds of the night, but alas our high spirits were shaken when Barbara and I entered our boat to find our sailing companion, the cat we had brought along with us, had jumped ship! She'd been no problem to us at all. When underway she huddled on a shelf up in the fo'c's'le and when anchored she walked about the boat as if she owned it. How confused she must be here in this new world of perpetual noise that the nightly land gave forth. A two -hour search by flashlight unveiled nothing. Why I wasn't picked up as a peeping tom I'll never know for I looked on top and under everything. Still no cat. We hoped for a better chance in the morning. Dawn broke and we were out early. Now the clatter and humdrum had faded away, like the city streets at dawn. We had the place to ourselves. We searched and searched, but to no avail. This likable cat was sort of special to us. We had gotten it from the local pound and it CHAROS SOUND eAIit ;KX W. a LARGE= AUDIO WROW Sr'OnALIAM • HITACHI A World Leader it Tedrnokw TURNTABLE MT -45 Adcom Cartridge $169.95 Dhvd Driw semi- Automatic 28 Cameron S1. Just art plo St. mpto WHY DRIVE WEST? Southan 244.44" 1psesenallised Ssrvlss Over 50 Major flrands (uatom Inatallallons Substantial Savings 81ort Hours 10 to 8 Daily Closed Sundays LAUGHING GULL- -This small, black- headed gull usually seen more to the south of us has been moving further north. Photo by Paul Stoutenburgh had become part of our family. We just couldn't sail away and leave it in this wild and noisy city, so when parting time came, we decided to stay and our friends again left without us. We were determined to find the cat. We drowned our sorrow in window shopping. But nothing seemed to take away the fear that we'd lost our companion. That night I had one last hunch. The British cup challenger which was right alongside our dock needed to have her mast taken out for some alteration and so a large crane parked near our boat was moved in. As I watched the operation with all its youthful activity, a thought came across my mind; Perhaps the cat had climbed up into the crane and when it started it might have taken off to hide because of the noise. I went back to the boat, got a flashlight and again started my search. There was a tent that housed a lot of custodial equipment -- tables and chairs, which I diligently went over. There under the very bottom one, crouched in a corner, I saw a ball of fur. I still couldn't tell if it was our cat, but my heart jumped and I ran for the boat. I told Barbara not to get her hopes up but I thought I had found something. Sure enough after much pleading and coaxing we were able to retrieve our cat. She trembled in Barbara's arms and her eyes were wild, for it was half frightened to death. Needless to say, that night the ports and hatches were doublechecked and the next morning bright and early we were on our way to Cuttyhunk in a haze that left us and our cat in a world alone. Soundvi'ew- Restaurant 0)N� I I e"I ND Route 48, Greenport, N.Y. For Information Call 477,0666 All Cr*dit Cards Accepted Soundview Summer Theatre Presents a Broadway Show EVERY WEDNESDAY NIGHT DURING JULY "Same Time, Next Year " Curtain 9 PM — Admission $hoo For Tickets call 477 -0666 Tur Tempting 11 Dancing In The Gold Room DAILY SPECIALS SAT. NITE Every Thurs. - Fri. - Created BY Sat. & Sun. Our New Master Chef! DON o B E