06/29/2009, Atlantic City, NJ
Irksome
That really is the best way to describe our passage from Norfolk to Atlantic City.
Irksome.
The forecast wind was NW 5-10 kts so we knew we'd be powering. We accept that the weather forecast is more a suggestion of what MIGHT happen rather than a true fore-telling of what is to come. Nonetheless, I would have preferred if the wind could have been a tidge more consistent. We had everything from 20+ kts off the port bow, to twenty minutes later having 5 kts from 90 degrees on the starboard side. At one point I watched with amazement as the wind gauge did several complete 360's. Sometimes the wind was blowing a good 10-15kts, other times the only wind was the wind we made as we motored along. We were able to sail for a couple of hours the first afternoon and yesterday afternoon the wind picked up steadily again. Yesterday, however, we opted to keep the motor running, making over 7 kts so we could just get there.
The next irksome feature was the waves. Again, forecast models indicated 1' - 2' seas from the SE. Not bad - and if the wind was as light as forecast there wouldn't be much wave chop. HOWEVER, because the wind was so squirrelly, the waves also came at us from every direction. It wasn't too bad when we were sailing, but when the wind died down we flopped around. Imagine filling a bucket with water, sticking your hand in and swishing it around. Now put a cork in and watch what it does while you swish. That was us. The waves weren't big. They weren't scary. They weren't awful. They were just, well, irksome.
And then there were the flies.
You'd think offshore we could escape little flying bugs. Of course not! I still can't figure out how they get so far off shore (we've had the same issue sailing in Mass Bay between P-Town and Boston). And naturally they were biting flies.
I did get the answer to one question I've had in the past - do cats get bug bites?
At one point Spinnaker came flying out of her cat bed and began twitching. I was a little concerned at first having never seen this behavior before. She shot downstairs, which in and of itself is unusual - normally she hates to be below if the engine is running. We wondered if it had to do with the flies. We got our answer later as she cringed every time a fly came near. Poor thing. Not being endowed with opposable thumbs and a fly swatter there wasn't much she could do. Andrew and I, however, so armed phwacked at will. When we finally got in last night we had to sweep the floors and decks to get rid of the fly carcasses.
We ended up trying to build cocoons for Spinny. I covered my legs with a towel and she spent time sleeping under my knees; she nestled into some pillows on the settee and Andrew created a cave by laying another pillow on top.Jigger never seemed particularly bothered - perhaps with his "bulk" he never felt them.
So it was a trip of irksome wind, irksome waves, and irksome flies.
Once again, further testament to the glamour of cruising.
Ah. what a life!
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We completed our Intracoastal travels a week ago when we arrived at Norfolk, VA - Mile 0 of the ICW. We spent a couple days anchored on the Portsmouth side, spending time discovering Portsmouth, visiting a Lightship Museum, talking a self-guided walking tour of the historic buildings...
While we hung out there we began debating what to do and where to go from there. Originally I had hoped to travel up the Potomac to Washington, DC. It is possible to anchor right off the city, in sight of the Mall. I thought it'd be a neat opportunity to visit the Nation's Capitol, take time exploring the Smithsonian, etc.
Then there was the day in Portsmouth when it was in the 90's, hazy, hot, humid and airless and I remembered, "Oh yeah - that's an average daily forecast for DC in the summertime." The idea of baking on an un-air-conditioned boat, stomping around in the hot sticky sun all day, no breeze to cool things off...
We decided to pass on that.
So then, what to do?
The only fixed date we have at this point is to be back in the Boston area at the end of August. Back in May when I flew to Boston it was to interview in Wellesley, the district I taught in before our trip. Much to my good fortune they had an elementary opening for next year and I was offered the job. Hip Hip Hurrah! Unfortunately as of yet Andrew has not had the same success - we just found out the company he interviewed with offered the position to someone else (bummer, Dude). Since for now I am the only one with a start date, why pay dock fees any sooner than necessary? As Andrew put it - "Carolyn starts the 27th of August so we have to be back in Boston by... August 26th?"
Having said that, we both are feeling like the boat really needs a little TLC. We definitely need to haul it out, inspect and repaint the bottom. We also want to do some maintenance on the engine. Andrew has done all the standard maintenance duties, but we're having trouble with the starter motor (again), he wants to check the valve seals, etc. The exterior varnish is horrendous (I varnished it all last June in Panama - but a year in the Caribbean sun, combined with the low-quality Caribbean varnish, the toe-rail varnish is currently falling off in sheets), We need to rebed some of the portlights... All in all Pendragon has earned a rest and some pampering.
We don't want to pay dock fees any sooner than necessary. We're looking to wait until September to return to Boston so we only have to pay the monthly dock rate for two months (the winter season starts November 1st). However we're looking into going up for Salem for the month of August. We'll get the boat pulled out there and then we'll either anchor or get a mooring (so we can use marina facilities) for the rest of the month to do our assorted jobs.
So then what to until August? Travel around the Chesapeake? Reconsider going to DC? Head back to New England?
Hmmm
From Portsmouth/Norfolk we did head up the Chesapeake to a couple of different harbors, but we both were feeling, "What's the point of heading north up the Chesapeake only to have to turn around again?"
In our little jaunt we decided to stop by Fishing Bay near Deltaville - a spot we did not visit during our trip down the Chesapeake two years ago. Our visit here exemplifies one of the things I like most about sailing/cruising - the boating community.
We were doing the snaking approach around shoals and I went below to check the chart. I heard Andrew shout out, "Hey - It's Rachel!" Julie and Mark on 'Rachel' were heading out of the harbor. We spent time traveling with them in the Bahamas; it was a kick to see them again. We chatted on the radio. They are currently heading up the Chesapeake and then from there on to New England so we're hoping to catch up with them down the road.
The sense of 'boating community' was further illustrated when we decided to take a stroll. We were walking out to the main road when a car pulled up to us. The driver asked if we were boaters and would we like a ride into town. Being a hot, sticky day we accepted - figuring we'd get our exercise on the walk home. The gentleman dropped us off at the hardware store where we picked up a couple of things. We heard there was a West Marine and grocery store down the road so we were walking that way when another driver pulled up and asked if we were on a boat and would we like a ride to the grocery store...
Everyone we met was friendly, offering assistance, etc. How often does that happen to you land dwellers??
When we got back to the boat we continued to waffle around, unsure what to do next. We had pretty much decided that the Chesapeake in summer is hot, sticky, buggy, and doesn't have lots of wind for sailing so let's just head north.
That thinking was reinforced when we discovered that our good buddy Joe from 'Onward' is leaving Baltimore and heading to New England. He will be traveling through the C & D canal then down Delaware Bay to Cape May. From there his plans include a stop at Atlantic City. We are planning to head out at Norfolk and had considered a stop at Atlantic City. While he does his trip down the Delaware, we can be doing the off-shore Delaware trip and we can meet up in Atlantic City. Perfect!! It'll be super to reconnect with a great sailing buddy (and to have some company again!)
So - that's the plan.
For now!
C
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06/18/2009, Great Bridge, Chesapeake VA
We are working our way north. After leaving Fernandina we did a combination of off-shore and Intracoastal passages.
Fernandina to Charleston was an off-shore trip. We were able to sail a part of it - only about 5 hours out of a 28 hour trip - but at least that was 5 hours less of engine noise. It was an unremarkable journey; the only interesting thing was seeing the number of freighters around the Savannah inlet. It almost felt like we were back in Panama by the Canal!
In Charleston we did the touristy thing for a couple of days, including visiting Patriots Point Naval and Maritime Museum. The complex consists of 4 decommissioned vessels that you can tour - the aircraft carrier USS
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Yorktown, the destroyer USS Laffey (which actually was closed), the submarine USS Clamagore, and a Coast Guard cutter, the USS Ingham. We enjoyed tromping all over the various ships. The visit to the submarine once again confirmed there is no way I'd ever want to go to sea on a submarine!
We also did a walking ghost tour - didn't see any ghosts but the history portion of the tour was interesting. (NB: Our tour guide said people often find inexplicable circles of light in the pictures they've taken in the cemetery. She said they don't show up in other photos so they aren't dust specks on the camera. I just downloaded our pictures...
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Hmmmm... what do you think?!)
Upon leaving Charleston we opted to travel up the Intracoastal. The seas were forecast to be bumpy on the outside and we both decided we'd rather take the slow 2-day scenic route rather than the 24 hour, 2 hour watches, bumpy outside ride.
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In the end it may not have been our best choice.
First off there were the flies... around 10 in the morning we started to be besieged with horse flies. They weren't biting... yet... but they were big... and ugly... and descending in numbers that were horrifying.
Then... we knew there was going to be some skinny water on the trip, and we tried to plan around the tides, but there was only so much we could do. Around 2 or 3 pm we passed through a spot - rather we plowed through a spot - with less water than our draft. This had us on alert. We kept going and as we rounded a bend I looked ahead and noticed a boat that had passed us much earlier ('Lady') stopped at the side of the channel. A boat, mind you, that draws less than we do.
This did not bode well.
I hailed them on the radio and, sure enough, they were aground. We crept ahead to port of them to see if we could find a bit more water and pass by. Our depth alarms started going off. Rather than risk pulling alongside them, running aground, and effectively blocking the entire channel, we decided to play it safe and anchor. The tide was rising so we knew within an hour or so we'd have more water.
We dropped the anchor but swung right across the channel. That wasn't going to work. Andrew suggested we drop the dinghy and he'd go head with the portable depth sounder to find where the water was. Dropping the dinghy while the engines are running is no easy feat since the engine exhaust (water and hot air) exits at the transom, but he managed it.
I did circles in Pendragon while he went on ahead. Then, just to make things even more interesting, I saw a tug boat pushing a barge headed our way.
Great!
In an effort to get out of his way I headed to the side of the channel. BONK. Now I was aground too. I radioed the tug to let him know my predicament then held my breath as Andrew scooted in front of the barge. I had visions of the outboard engine cutting out and him getting plowed over by a barge. Of course it didn't happen and he got back to Pendragon.
Fortunately the wake of the barge was enough to get us off, but we were still faced with what to do while we waited for water.
There was a little creek running off to the side so we snuck up there as much as we dared just to get off the channel, dropped the anchor, and settled in to wait.
Finally around 5pm we weighed anchor and made it though. We only had another 10 miles to travel to our intended anchorage so by 7 we were in and settled. The best part was that the folks on 'Lady' invited us over for homemade pizza so I didn't even have to cook!
The next day we continued the short distance to Georgetown which we decided to visit. There was no room to anchor, so for the first time in 10 months we tied up at a marina. The last marina we stayed at was Shelter Bay in Colon, Panama. That seems a million years ago.
It wasn't an immediate thing, but the cats decided shore leave was called for so we took them on some supervised walks (no leashes this time, however!). It helped that there was a marina dog wandering on the docks. That was an effective cat deterrent!
Jigger protested a bit when we "helped" him back to the boat, but all Spinnaker needed was a few claps and see scootled back aboard.
After our experience the previous day we decided to take a miss on the rest of the South Carolina Intracoastal and, leaving the Wynnah Inlet, made the jump to Beaufort North Carolina.
Coming into the Beaufort inlet was a treat - we quickly realized there was a sport fishing tournament going on. We realized this because just as we were heading in the inlet a gazillion sport fishing boats returned from sea traveling at full throttle.
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We had boats passing on all sides, making banking turns right in front of us - all at full speed. Let me tell you - they put up quite a wake!
We anchored off of Fort Macon that night and then the next morning, Friday, we tied up for a day at the Beaufort Docks marina (wow... that made two nights at a marina!). While we could have anchored, the marina offers a courtesy car which you can borrow for an hour at a time. We figured this was a perfect opportunity to get Spinnaker to a vet for her rabies vaccine which was due to expire later this month.
Poor thing - she gets all the traumatic vet trips - she was the one who was schlepped around in a bus in Colon in an aborted attempt to get her to a vet, she was the one who finally had to take the long cab ride a couple of days later...
She survived and we used the car again later in the day for a run to West Marine and a grocery store.
We had timed our trip so that the next morning we'd run to the Post Office, pick up our mail which we had had forwarded there, then we'd leave the marina on our way on the last leg of the trip.
You know what they say about best laid plans? Turns out the Beaufort Post Office isn't open on Saturdays. Boogers!
We headed back out to anchor by Fort Macon - a little rocky during the day due to wakes, but quiet at night - and took an involuntary break from travel until we could go to the PO on Monday.
Sunday we dinghied over to the beach and toured the Fort. It is one of the best preserved forts we've seen.
Since then it has been uneventful days on the Intracoastal. This is the most traveled section of the waterway since it allows boats to avoid going around Cape Hatteras. It is 200 miles from Beaufort to Norfolk, VA which we normally would do in 4 easy days. Today should, in theory, be our last day. Unfortunately between mile 50 and mile 0 there are 14 different bridges to deal with. Some of these are fixed bridges and some are railroad bridges that are always open unless a train is coming. Five of them, however, are opening bridges - 4 of them in the last 15 miles of waterway - and most of them with restricted openings during rush hours. They won't open between 4pm and 6pm which is when we'd likely be hitting them.
So rather than have to diddle around for two hours waiting for bridges, we're tying up to the free docks by Great Bridge for the evening. That'll leave a scant 12 miles to go tomorrow. On the plus side - it has been cloudy and cool the last few days. While it would be nice to see the sun, the weather has made travel on the inland waterways comfortable and there haven't been an abundance of bugs. Andrew traveled this way in June 9 years ago and it was still, hot, buggy and generally unpleasant. We have, at least, had a comfortable couple of days.
C
PS: Be sure to check out all the pictures by clicking on any of the pictures in this blog entry to view the entire photo album.
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06/05/2009, Charleston, SC
After a week in the Fernandina area, we have moved on to Charleston, SC. While were hanging out in the Georgia/Florida area we went to St. Mary's, Georgia for a day, my favorite: Cumberland Island for a day and a half, and visited with an old friend from the Boston area who now works in Florida.
But the highlight of our visit was the time we spent with Ronnie and Jim & their families.
As I mentioned in my last blog we headed to Fernandina to connect-up with the two gentlemen we met in the fog as we left Cumberland Island a year and half ago. I have promised to protect their anonymity (and dignity?) by not rehashing an old story, but the warmth and hospitality they extended to us is worth noting and must be acknowledged.
Before, I wrote that the "Skipper" of the boat works at a wildlife refuge near Fernandina. After our visit I realize that it is much more than that...
This is from their website:
"White Oak Conservation Center is one of the world's premiere wildlife breeding, research, and training facilities. The Center, located along the St. Mary's River in North Florida, spans 600 acres and is surrounded by 6,800 acres of pine and hardwood forest and wetlands.
Established in 1982 by philanthropist Howard Gilman, White Oak Conservation Center provides conservation options for the future by maintaining genetically diverse populations of threatened species in spacious, natural facilities.
The Center is staffed with a diverse team of wildlife managers, veterinarians, and scientists, utilizing the complex of research, husbandry, education and conference facilities. White Oak Conservation Center leads professional efforts to improve veterinary care, develop holistic animal management techniques, and better understand the biology of critically endangered species."
In looking up the organization online I found several websites where you can find more information: www.wocenter.org www.howardgilmanfoundation.org and www.giconline.org.
Howard Gilman was 3rd generation chairman of the Gilman Paper Company (the largest privately held paper and building products company in the US). In the 1980's he created a foundation to preserve and protect areas he felt were vulnerable. This included the conservation of endangered species, the support and nourishment of the arts (in particular dance and ballet), and he funded medical research in the fields of HIV/AIDS and cardiology. He was the last direct descendent of the Gilman family; his work is now being carried on by the Howard Gilman Foundation.
White Oak is the conservation center he created on his private estate in Florida. The center specializes in captive breeding of endangered and threatened species. The "flagship species" maintained at the center include rhinos, cheetahs and okapi. White Oak also includes a dance studio and offers residencies for the development of new works by emerging choreographers and dance companies. Finally, their conference facilities were developed to provide an environment which could be a catalyst for the development and implementation of new ideas. White Oak has hosted conferences on energy, health, religion, wildlife conservation, world leaders have stayed there, etc.
The day after we arrived in Fernandina Ronnie picked up us and Jim and we drove out to the plantation. Our tour started at the conference facilities. In a word... Wow!
The first thing that struck Andrew and I were the antiques. In addition to everything else, Howard Gilman had a wonderful eye for art and has an incredibly eclectic collection. From the Tiffany glass ceiling in the bar,
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From the conference center we visited a few of the guest residencies, each decorated in a different style and replete with more antiques. Not being golfers we didn't visit the nine-hole golf course, but from everything else we saw we have no doubt that it is glorious.
Then came the best part - the animals. It is not often I get to say that I have fed a giraffe and petted a rhino! If I were to try to relate details of the number of different species and quantities I know I'd get it wrong. Instead I'll let the pictures tell the story...
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The fresh bamboo was far more appealing to the giraffes than the hay in their feeder.
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They have many different breeds of rhinos on the property. As I was taking this picture, one of the animal handlers saw me and called me over to the corral. He introduced me to "Luke" one of the older rhinos on the property and in his words, "a real ham for cameras." He told me I could pet Luke - it felt pretty much like you'd expect the tough hide of a rhino would feel like - but how cool is that?!
There are more cheetahs than any other animal at the center.
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From what I understand the cheetah is one of the most endangered large cats, primarily because they hunt during the day. In Africa the goat herders have trouble with their livestock getting killed by animals. While many different cats do the hunting, all the other cats hunt at night so they are never seen. Since the cheetahs are visible, it is easy to blame them for killed goats, so the farmers kill the cheetahs. One of the most successful programs to help save the wild cheetah is the Kangal/Anatolian Shepherd Livestock Guarding Dog program, an initiative of the Gilman Foundation. These special dogs are given free to Namibian farmers. The dogs protect livestock from cheetah attacks, barking loudly whenever they see a cheetah or predator, scaring the big cats away. Farmers no longer need to kill cheetahs to protect their livestock and their livelihood. Most farmers report a 100% reduction in livestock kills by cheetahs and other predators.
At the center there is one particular cheetah which was abandoned as a cub. It was raised along with one of these dogs and now the two are inseparable. The handlers will take them for walks together and they are now like "brother and sister."
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Unfortunately the handlers were not there when we stopped by so we couldn't get up close and personal with them, but still it was wonderful to see the two happily living together. These two help raise money for the program by being goodwill ambassadors!
We also saw a couple of cassowaries. The cassowary is found in Northern Australia and New Guinea.. They can weigh up to 120 lbs. and grow to be 5 ft tall at top of head. Their diet consists mainly of fruit of forest trees, some small vertebrates and land snails. There are three species of cassowary these are southern cassowary (a.k.a. double-wattled cassowary) of New Guinea and northern Australia.
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It is the largest of the three. Like the ostrich, rheas and emus, the cassowary are flightless with mere vestiges of wings. Their first line of defense is speed (they can run up to 30 mph) What they can not outrun, they can often outfight. Their kick is capable of delivering a crushing blow; more human fatalities have been attributed to cassowaries than any other bird. As with many of their large animals, I was glad to have a fence between us!
Finally we were lucky to catch a glimpse of two okapi which are native to the Congo. These horse-like animals are very shy and it is unusual to see them, not to mention to have them stand around long enough for me to snap a few pictures. The distinctive brown and white markings on the okapi's rump and legs help camouflage them in the forest. The stripes look like streaks of sunlight filtering through the trees.
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Our visit with our new friends didn't end there. Jim invited us to his home for some "good southern cooking." His wife, Jane, outdid herself.
The meal started with boiled peanuts. We were told boiled peanuts have a very different taste and that most newcomers to them either hate them or love them. I, for one, fell into the love category. They do taste different (and have a VERY different texture) than roasted peanuts, but I really enjoyed them. I'm not sure Andrew was as convinced. He didn't hate them, but I'm not sure he'd go out of his way to find or make them himself.
The meal continued with southern fried steak and gravy, fresh mashed potatoes, creamed corn (homemade - not the stuff out of a can), squash casserole (I really want the recipe for that one), spinach and strawberry salad, and for dessert chocolate lava cake. We were joined for dinner by Ronnie and his wife and another couple who are good friends of theirs.
I haven't laughed so much and so hard in a long time. It was a wonderful evening.
I should also mention that we were offered the use of a car at anytime in case we needed to do any provisioning, and repeatedly asked if there was anything else they could do for us.
All in all, between the meal, the tour, and the offers of help we couldn't have asked for a warmer welcome. This is what Southern Hospitality is all about and these folks are pros. We extend our heartfelt thanks to all of them and a promise that if we have the good fortune to travel back that way, Fernandina will always be a mandatory stop for us.
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05/25/2009, Cocoa Beach, FL
After taking Sunday as our day of rest (not really, I did laundry, Andrew changed the fuel and oil filters on the genset, we topped off the diesel tank and refilled the jerry jugs, and then we walked 1 1/4 miles to the grocery store) we were back underway today. Today certainly was a Memorial Day on the water. There was a lot more boat traffic than there was last Saturday. Gee, I wonder if that had anything to do with the fact that Saturday was grey, gloomy and wet? In any case there were numerous fishing boats, jet skis, sailboats out there.
We momentarily thought we might be doing another of our famous rescues when we saw a person fall off a jetski and the driver didn't seem to be turning around. We shouted out to the swimmer and he indicated he was ok. When then looked behind us in time to see the driver fall off! (I'm wondering if maybe they are new to this sport). We slowed down and kept an eye out until we were sure the driver was back aboard then the swimmer was picked up.
During the afternoon we raised the jib to take advantage of the nifty 10-15 kt winds from the east (on our beam). We still kept the engine running, but we were able to motor sail and definitely picked up speed. It's a real treat (and pretty rare) when you can sail along the Intracoastal.
Tomorrow morning the plan is to head out the Cape Canaveral canal and lock and make an outside run to St. Mary's Inlet - the border of Florida and Georgia. I'm thinking that it might be a good idea to lock the cats downstairs BEFORE we enter the lock this time.
I don't think I wrote about this when we went through the lock last time... I know I wrote about our engine difficulties (the engine died just as we were entering the lock), but I think I missed an opportunity to share a cat story. When we were entering the lock from the ocean side our engine died just as we entered. Andrew simultaneously tried to fiddle with the engine while navigating us to the side of the lock. I had lines in hand in an effort to somehow secure us while silently freaking out. I added the helpful advice to him. "There's a boat in front of us - we don't want to crash into it." Yah think? Duh!
I had just about gotten a line secure when Andrew yelled out, "Look out for the cat!" Spinnaker was eye-ing the timbers on the side of the lock. I dropped the lines and grabbed the cat, throwing her down below. I went back forward to check the line just in time to see Jigger make the jump. YIKES! I was able to grab his back end and we spent the next moments wrestling to see who would win - Jigger with his claws in the wood siding, me with a death grip on his haunches. I finally won that battle and he was unceremoniously dumped below.
Months later when we were in the Bahamas we were chatting with another couple and they were mentioning the "funniest thing" they've ever seen - this boat in the Canaveral lock with a cat that tried to escape. Yup - that'd be us!!
You can see why this time I think I should lock them up BEFORE we enter the lock.
Once we get to St. Mary's we are hoping to get together with the skipper of the boat we rescued in the fog. Turns out he manages a wildlife refuge and has offered to give us a private tour. Looking at the website it should be fun.
After that the journey north will continue.
Ta for now!
C
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