Calm but freezing cold this morning. The boat and the docks were completely covered with frost. No problem getting away from the dock, but my fingers about froze putting the fenders and dock lines away, even though I was wearing woolen gloves.
The day gradually warmed up as we motored west. Had a little assist from the sails, but not much. Arrived at Stratford just as the sun was setting. Close call; another half hour and it would have been dark.
Filled the nearly empty tank with diesel. Then we walked over to the nearest super market and bought vegetables, fish, etc. I was surprised how much traffic there was. I had thought Stratford would be another sleepy village, like Old Saybrook, but it appears to be a bustling metropolis.
Stratford is at the mouth of the Housatonic River, near New Haven. It was founded in 1639 and named after Stratford-on-Avon. Needless to say, there is a Shakespearean theater group here in the summer.
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