The wind howled all night and most of the morning. Glad we're in a safe harbor.
I took the dirty clothes up to the laundry room and washed them. Remembered to gather up all Roy's dirty clothes, but forgot my own!
Walked around a little. Old Saybrook is the sort of town you think of when you think of New England: quiet and peaceful, lots of trees, lovely old homes, many dating from the 1800's and 1700's. There were even a few from the 1600's! Saybrook was founded in 1635, and a wooden fort was built on the point. It burned down 12 years later, and another fort was built closer to the end of the point. It lasted until 1871, when it was demolished to provide room for the new railroad's turntable. The train made five trips a day to Hartford, but eventually automobiles took over and the old railroad was removed.
At noon, we ate a delicious turkey dinner in the first-class dining room, looking out at the ocean. Service was excellent, and we were given a free pumpkin pie to take back to the boat with us.
After dinner, we walked uptown a couple of miles. The day was sparkling clear and sunny but freezing cold. I was sure glad my daughter Carol had sent me my warm winter coat (the one my son Bill gave me a few years ago, just before I moved to Bellevue, Washington). It kept me toasty warm.
After we returned to the boat, I put the clean clothes away, charted our course to the Housatonic River, and then went up to the hotel for another good hot shower, swim, and jacuzzi. That warmed me up in a hurry. It will be a long time before we again enjoy such luxury.
We were both so stuffed from dinner that we didn't eat supper, but Roy ate a small piece of the pumpkin pie.
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