The adventure , for I'm sure that is what it will be , emanates from a yacht bought via the internet sight unseen. The plan was to spend a few days on the final fitout and then set sail. Three and a half weeks later we are still here in Indiantown - essentially a remote country town, mainly Latin, in the heart of swamp country a long way from the wealth and glitz of the east coast.
Ivan , the owner whose acquaintance I made barely a month before I left Nungurner to pick up the boat in Florida, struck me as a capable and resourceful man and his wife Louise, as a strong level headed and practical woman. The yacht seemed perfect , if a little small for the three of us. "Brio" is a Dudley Dix designed 33' sloop robustly constructed in steel. The survey report had been reassuring- all sound, give or take some superficial rust in places. So I left Melbourne confident and excited that I would be able to scratch an itch that I had lived with ever since I had been a young man dreaming of building a yacht and crossing an ocean. Twenty four hours later, deep in the heart of steaming Florida, I was to make a slight reality check.
Ivan and Louise had been hard at work for over a month, and I mean hard for they started at 7.30 and finished at 1930 working in very trying conditions. Brio was not as perfect as she had seemed and there was a major project to be completed before the onset of the hurricane season in the Carribean (June -July). At this stage it was early May. Basically: a lot of welding to get rid of major rust- described in the survey as superficial, complete painting of all surfaces, a bank loan load of electrical equipment and the fitting of safety equipment. My heart bled a little every time Ivan forked out another large payment. But he seemed to hide his bleeding well.
So there was a lot of hard work to do. Ivan and Louise left me floundering in their wake whilst I struggled to keep up in the heat. I put it down to acclimatization but maybe I didn"t share their desperate motivation to get out of the yard and to get the boat launched as soon as possible. Besides there were other distractions and interesting people to meet and talk to about boats etc.- Andy a canny Londoner running his businesses and his girlfriends from his iphone and his crew Craig slaving away to get his 40' ketch ready, John Sapphire, whose Westsail 32 was meticulous in every detail but still not meticulous enough for his standards. All of them seemed tremendously capable. The marina was for the large part occupied by Canadians returning from the Bahamas having escaped their winter.
The yard itself is a treasure trove of yachts of all shapes and sizes- some of which are on sale at bargain prices, which had me fantasising to a reckless and financially ruinous level. I am resisting although I still hanker for a proper ocean going yacht of my own. Brio will fit the bill quite well and give me the experience I need. In comparison to all the other yachts , she is much smaller. "Thirty three foot!"exclaimed one German. "Such a small boat , and the waves, they are so big!" Not very reassuring. However the boat is not the issue. It will prove very seaworthy. The fact that there are three of us and that we only carry limited supplies of water is the main issue as far as I can see. We will ration supplies- and given the present heat, which has me drinking gallons a day at the moment, it raises an important question. We shall see.
The boat is now launched (10thMay) and the initial manoeuvres were hopefully not propitious. The engine failed twice in two days but in spite of the doom and gloom, the problems were soon ironed out. We are in the process of finding a space for everything and finishing off electrical work. The rigging, lights and water tanks all need inspection and maintenance. We progress slowly in spite of Ivan and Louise's continued pace. One or two steps forward, and then one back as things don't go to plan, people don't show up or fittings don't fit as they should.
The 13th May and not long hopefully until we set sail- down the St Lucie canal and into the ocean. The weather remains hot and oppressively humid but the rain refuses to fall.
15th May...Until today that is...Huge fronts of rolling black cloud ,spectacular sheet lightning , and, after the ferocious squally front tearing at the palm trees, sheets of rain all morning and the release of clean fresh air and cooler weather.