Thu 19 Jul 2012
Anchored off Sagamore Beach, MA
[photo: Don and Sally with Diane and Diva Di in the background]
It was very still in the early morning and the humidity was quite high, yet the temperature was quite comfortable. We were in no particular rush, and Duane is learning to sleep quite late now (past 0630 sometimes), so we had a lazy morning and then got underway at 0815.
As expected, the winds was mostly from astern and not strong enough to help, but later the winds shifted from the E and that allowed us to put up the headsail. It did not add anything appreciable to our speed, but did help to stabilize the boat against the very annoying roll with ocean swell on the beam. Before we got the sail up, it was very uncomfortable for all aboard. That swell did not bode well for our hoped-for plan to anchor off the beach.
Along the way, we spied no whales, but had to dodge a huge number of lobster buoys. It is funny how you can set an autopilot course, which is pretty straight, and more often than not you will have to deviate to miss one buoy after another. Lest anyone think we are anti-lobsterman, we are not. It is similar to bicycles and cars sharing the road; depending upon what side you are on at the time, the other can appear to be a nuisance.
As we passed the tip of the cape, the easterly swells started diminishing, and once we neared Sagamore Beach, they were quite reasonable. During the last part of the run, we were close to shore and saw very steep cliffs of what looked like sand rising right off the beach. There were quite a few homes atop the cliffs. Where the cliffs were merely steep hillsides, there were equally steep stairs for access to the beach. Where they were real cliffs, there were none. We remarked that having homes atop those cliffs looked like a risky affair, and later Don confirmed that storms erode those cliffs ferociously and many homes have crashed into the beach over time.
Once we anchored in about 27 feet of water at high tide, Don launched his beach boat to come visit. It was a very nice and interesting chat about fishing and lobstering here in New England and fishing in Florida, where they live in our home town for the winter. Don and Sally have prepared a seafood feast for us tonight and all we have to do is get ashore in our dinghy. The challenge of making a beach landing should not include any significant waves, but the tidal range is over 8 feet today, so that is always an issue. With a shallow sloping beach, if you landed at high tide, you might have to carry the heavy dinghy 80 feet to the surf at low tide.
One thing about being here is that there is no harbor, no docks, and only a handful of moorings, so the boat traffic is almost negligible. All we have to endure is a few boat wakes from time to time and hope that the swell really dies down before long.
As of 1700, the swell was still keeping us rolling side to side even though you could barely see it. It must affect keel boats differently and might have to do with the "natural frequency" of our boat in that axis relative to the swell period. Anyway, we got cleaned up, launched the dinghy and headed for the beach. Getting ashore without waves soaking us was easy, but we had to await the arrival of Don and Sally to help carry the 250 pound dinghy far enough up the beach to be safe when the tide turned around at 1800.
We walked up the moderately steep hillside to their lovely home, where their once majestic view has been slowly eroded by trees and larger homes to be somewhat narrower. Nevertheless, you could see Diva Di resting at anchor, which is always comforting when you are off the boat. Cocktails were served and we had a great chat about family ties to various places, among other topics.
They had tempted us with an invitation to a Cape Cod dinner, so we started with stuffed clams, followed by sharing two whole lobsters caught in Don's pots (traps). Then we had the main course of fresh -caught flounder (by Don) in a delicious ginger/lime/almond preparation, corn on the cob, and broccoli. It was absolutely wonderful.
It didn't seem very long before it was nearing dusk, so we strolled downhill to the beach, said our goodbyes and got the dinghy back into the water. We tried to relax aboard, but the swells were still causing the boat to roll too much to be comfortable. We certainly don't want Don and Sally to feel responsible for this at all, but neither of us got any real sleep until about 0400 when the rolling finally tamed enough.
Having consulted the cruising guides and the reviews by other cruisers on ActiveCaptain, we have decided to run about 37 miles tomorrow afternoon to revisit Cuttyhunk at the southern tip of the Elizabeth Islands. We cannot leave to transit the canal until 1300 (to avoid bucking the strong current), so we will not likely get to Cuttyhunk until after 1800 (6pm). The next stop after that is Newport, RI to have time to visit with our friends, Dan and Sharon, then on to Block Island.
Wed 18 Jul 2012
On mooring in Scituate, MA
[Supplemental to Tue's log: I forgot to mention the minor excitement we had in the outer harbor coming back in. We were under sail and I spied a yellow object close aboard, which as we passed resolved itself to be a floating winch handle. I invoked my captain's privilege and called for a man overboard drill to retrieve the item. Diane wisely went below to get the fishing net, but I didn't realize she was not going to be quite ready when we sailed by it for the second time, so we had to come around once more and then she snagged it expertly. I think those winch handles are worth at least $50, if not more, and this was is in great shape. Of course, as she pulled it up, I could not help but say, "Happy anniversary, honey."]
We awoke with a little sadness knowing we would be leaving the great hospitality of Anne and Bruce and starting our trip back. Diane did most of the packing and all of the cleaning of our little temporary abode and then we joined our hosts for a nice chat on the porch. Before 0900, we said our goodbyes, loaded up and they cast us off.
It was a very nice day on the water, with enough wind to keep the headsail out most of the way to some benefit. We saw storm clouds building to the north as we passed S of Boston and were glad we did not leave much later. We arrived at Scituate before 1400 and got a mooring with the Boat Club. The launch operator remembered us just as we did him.
The major storm activity passed to the N of us, but there was another band of storms to the W that came our way. As of 1600, we had plenty of rain, only moderate winds, and lots of lightning no closer than 1 mile away. Regardless, it was good to be on a secure mooring in a very protected harbor.
Our early supper was leftover flat iron steak, potatoes and fresh snow peas with a tomato salad. As we were eating we had lightning well within a quarter mile and that is too close for comfort. It was quite pleasant sitting in the cockpit after the major part of the storm passed. Looking to the S we saw the lights and shapes of a carnival that had not been here last week.
Checking the Internet, we found it was a special carnival and we debated the options: call for the launch to the club dock and walk (way too far) to the carnival, use the launch and take our bikes, lower the dinghy and hope to find dockage near the carnival, or forget about it. We chose the last option. Instead, we got out the Rummikub game we had not played in a few months and enjoyed that.
It rained on and off through the night, which necessitated keeping the hatches closed. Fortunately, despite the high humidity, the temperature was in the low 60s and it was comfortable.
Tomorrow we hope to meet up with Don and Sally from our cruising club in Punta Gorda at Sagamore Beach, MA.
Tue 17 Jul 2012
Docked in Smith Cove, Gloucester, MA
Diane went with Anne to get all the perishable provisions for the boat and for dinner tonight, our last one here. Duane re-fastened the furler part that was not quite right, and then helped Anne and Bruce with some computer router setup issues. It is good to report that all ended well.
It was otherwise a very quiet day of relaxation, until we took out Diva Di for a nice sail in very good winds. We all enjoyed it very much.
Dinner was a first for us; we grilled teriyaki-marinated flat iron steak. We served onion-roasted potatoes and fresh corn on the cob. It all turned out very well. We sat on the porch and enjoyed the glow of the sunset and the waterfront activity until it was time for bed.
Duane had been suffering with a bout of something so went to bed extra early, but I am happy to report feeling much better as of Wed morning.
Mon 16 Jul 2012
Docked in Smith Cove, Gloucester, MA
[photo: fresh lobsters cooked and served within minutes]
Bruce wanted to get going at 0800 to run the many errands we needed to accomplish, and it was very good that he generously chose to drive rather than just give me directions. We made a few more stops than hoped because certain places were not open yet and some could not accommodate our needs, but we finally got to the auto supply, marine, and liquor stores, plus we got the 10 pound boat propane tank and the SCUBA tank refilled all with 90 minutes.
Duane needed a bit of rest for his upset stomach before tackling the last of the bottom scraping, but by was in the water by 1100. It took over an hour to do the final 60 percent or so and it was hard work. The tank is almost empty again, so Bruce may get a chance to let me refill it before we leave Wed. All three times that I have come out of the water, there were little (1/4 inch long) squirmy creatures all over my gear and clothing, skin and body hair. There was no stinging or itching, thankfully, but I wondered what they were. Bruce says they are lobster larvae. Even though there must be many other predators of these little guys, I was responsible for the demise of at least 100.
We had a nice lunch on the porch, and then Anne and Diane went downtown to stroll around and Duane took a much-needed nap. At 1700 we assembled on the porch for happy hour. Anne got the side dishes ready and Bruce cooked the lobster and we had a wonderful meal al fresco.
Some may call us crazy, but Diane has suggested that we skip seeing Boston. I have seen it several times and liked it, but we feel that we may return to this area by car in the next few years to charter a boat and explore the Maine coast for a few weeks, so that will be a good time to visit Boston.
We plan to leave Wed morning to start our journey home.
Sun 15 Jul 2012
Docked in Smith Cove, Gloucester, MA
[photo: Bruce and Ann help us celebrate the farthest north position of our cruise by displaying our PGIslander Cruising Club burgee at the Fisherman's Memorial]
Clyde has definitely reverted to his old ways now that we are land-based (he knows not for how long). At first light (before 0500), he make a couple of loud meows while standing near our heads on the bed, hoping to rouse one of us to let him outside. He stops after a very short while if we don't get up, but he surely likes to take almost every opportunity to get outside now that he has soft, green grass and lots of tall plants to hid under in the shade. We are watching him every moment, when he is outside, of course.
Being Sunday, it was not a good day to make the rounds to a marine, auto store, and dive shop, so we will attempt that excursion tomorrow. It was a good day, however, to try to get traction on three projects. The first was to determine why we are getting so much sea water past the "dripless" seal on the prop shaft when the prop is turning. That was resolved by moving the prop side of the seal further aft on the shaft to increase the seal face pressure.
The second project was to replace the fresh water pump with the spare and see if that solved the problem of frequent cycling. It was a bit of a pain with all the things I had to move and reconnecting the electrical wiring, but two hours later it was all done and working well. Lastly, a minor issue was the galley sink faucet having very low output when switched to the filter position. It proved to be some debris in the internal passages that I could blow out and that is back to normal, too. There is no question that all three of these fixes will make the admiral much happier (and me, too).
We were going to take or hosts sailing today, but the forecast and current conditions are what the locals call the "dog days" and there looks to be little to no wind for that. We will see if tomorrow or Tue offer some promise. Following lunch, Duane went back under the boat to scrape/scrub the bottom of the hull. Near the keel it was worse than anything he could have imagined ever seeing on Diva Di, but the air ran out less than halfway through, so a refill will be needed to finish the job.
After a short nap, we got together for cocktails and then headed to the famous Gloucester Fisherman's Memorial. The plaques list every known fisherman lost at sea from this port. Fortunately, the list for the last 50 years is greatly reduced from those of bygone years. Next, we went to a terrific restaurant called The Windward. All our meals were fantastic, but Duane followed Bruce's lead and had the absolute tastiest fried clams by far. They were large, meaty, and juicy, and breaded/fried to perfection.
Back at the house, there was more chatting and laughing and enjoying the music floating across the cove from the restaurant there. It was another relatively early night to bed .
Sat 14 Jul 2012
Docked in Smith Cove, Gloucester, MA
[photo: Clyde the cat really enjoying his temporary land-based abode]
Other than our sojourn by rental car to NJ and PA, we have not slept off the boat since 1 Apr except for last night in the garden cottage. We have to say that it was delightful. Clyde spent most of the night in the bed, too, as far as we could tell.
The entire morning was overcast and very comfortable for outdoor chores. Diane started the laundry and then left with Anne to get all the non-perishable provisions. I started scrubbing and waxing the deck and cockpit. With that done and Diane back to assist, I got in the water (quite comfortable at 70F and very clear) and we got the hull cleaned of its stains. Next, I scrubbed the waterline of its nasty scum, while Diane stowed things below.
Then it was time to get out the SCUBA tank and go under. What I saw was not pretty; the rudder and all of the hull that I could see near the propeller was covered in heavy slime and small barnacles. No wonder the boat speed is reduced! I started by dressing the nicks in the prop with a file, then scraping what very little growth there was on the prop hub. After that, I cleaned the prop shaft and scraped/brushed the rudder. Finally, I scraped what I could of the hull at the stern until it seemed like I had done enough for one day. It is doubtful that I can finish the hull with the air remaining in my tank, but I will try again tomorrow.
A nice warm shower in the cottage was a real treat. Having this luxury is not something I craved or desperately needed, but it is very nice to enjoy it. Diane, of course, had been looking forward to it for a while now. It is a nice bonus on top of the great pleasure of seeing our friends in their "other life."
After a brief nap by all, other friends from Punta Gorda, Steve and Penny, arrived after attending a memorial service not too far from here. Bruce and Anne were terrific hosts and Anne prepared a delicious meal of fresh haddock, garlic smashed potatoes, and asparagus with hollandaise sauce. Enjoying it all on the porch with the beautiful view made it extra special.
Steve and Penny departed to drive several hours back to their summer place in New Hampshire. We had enjoyed a few beverages along the way, so it was an early night to bed for the rest of us.