Shoe Overboard

The next morning, John’s blue topsiders went missing. After some expert questioning, we figured out he had placed them on the edge of the dock when he began washing the boat, then proceded to hose down the side. Hmmmmm. A quick peek over the edge of the boat, and there were the shoes, bobbing in the murky water. The concrete dock was a ten feet high, so a long way down to reach for a shoe and for some strange reason we don’t have a net on the boat, so we tried to hook it out with the boat hook that we use to reach for lock lines. It didn’t work, but luckily, there was a metal ladder going down the dock wall, and John scooched the shoes close to it and we were able to retrieve them.

We headed off for Albany, NY and after a long day of locks and slow cruise speeds, we arrived at the Albany Yacht Club. This was a quieter town, and didn’t seem dangerous, but again, falling apart.

We took a short walk to the restaurant recommended by Tom the Harbor Master. While it overlooked the freeway and the silverware might have been better quality if it were plastic instead of sharp thin metal, the food was the best food of the trip. Teagan's, known for it’s ‘scampi’ that didn’t necessarily have scampi in it… they had beef scampi, chicken scampi, and just plain pasta scampi. We refrained from telling them that wine, butter and garlic isn’t the scampi part of scampi, and just ate it happily.