August 21                      Noank, Connecticut

We had two choices in determining our route to New York.  We could follow the southern coastline along Long Island or follow the northern coastline along Rhode Island and Connecticut.  The distance was basically the same for both.  We chose to follow the northern coastline and go to New London for our first stop.  After two phone calls to marinas in that area, we changed our destination to Noank.  It was an hour nearer, they had floating docks, and they promised to have dock assistance waiting for us.

Noank is an old village perched atop several hills at the entrance to the narrow channel leading to Mystic, our home for six weeks last year when David had the accident that resulted in hospitalization and a period of rehabilitation. A magnificent white Baptist church has a prominent place in Noank’s village center.  More than three stories tall with an impressive steeple, it is a reminder of the days when Noank was a bustling fishing center with a larger population than is present today.  Surrounding the church are numerous Federal style homes, large and small, with plaques noting previous occupants and dates of construction.  Many are close to 200 years old.  Noank is a peaceful, beautiful village with few commercial enterprises and is a tribute to residents who take great pride in their heritage.

Noank Village Marina was a convenient location for a short walk to Ford’s Lobster Shack, a local seafood legend. Dining was al fresco on the docks.  We had a lengthy wait but it was worth it.  David stated his steamed lobster was as good as those he had in Maine, Joe and I had great seafood chowder, and my lobster salad in an avocado half was wonderful.  The setting was very rustic but the food was gourmet!  We enjoyed our walk back to the marina through the quiet streets illuminated by a bright yellow full moon.