We're back!
07 June 2009 | Charleston, SC
Miike
June 2nd, 3rd, and 4th Grand Cay,bacos to Charleston, SC
Happy Birthday Ellie
Chris Parker warned of a low pressure system building just about the time we were planning on arriving in Charleston so I went over to "Fine Lion" to check with Steve. He brought up some grib files and buoy weather and sure enough we could see the same information as Chris. However, it appeared that the system would be to the north of our arrival point and not very well organized at that point in time .... the gribs were showing 20 knots at the worst.
I returned to help Kathy get "Sapphire" prepared for the ocean and some breakfast before heading back into the harbor to check on fuel. The tanker was there and fuel was no problem. I picked up some ice at the store and we dinghied back out through the rocks to our anchorage.
The cut form Grand Cay to the ocean showed a short section of 1.5 meter water. Since we were at dead low tide at the time, we decided to wait until it turned to depart. At 12:15 we could see the change. Anchors were up and we were off .... slowly, watching the sonar and we never saw dangerous depths. It proved to be an interesting cut (as are most of them). It was a couple of miles long and narrow in places. The shallow spot was not really that shallow and we had no problems motoring between Grand and Walker through the reef and into blue water.
We had sails up in expectation, but with only 5 knots of wind from the south, we were motoring. There was a minor swell from the east that gave us a little rock from side to side, but for the most part it was comfortable
With our fishing gear out we set a course 10 degrees west of our rum line to Charleston 355 miles away. (The rum line was 358 degrees T) There were a few storms in the distance but nothing that we had to alter course for...
.....Nothing changed for about 36 hours. We sat around, cooked ate, read, worked on puzzles, and tried to sleep. It was extremely hot in the cabin with water temps and air temps about 86 and the engine adding at least another 10 degrees. I had a hard time sleeping, with none the first day but a little on the second.
I took over for Kathy on our second night out at about 11 pm. She was riding the Gulf Stream averaging over 9 knots for her shift and cut the length of our trip by 4 hours. At around midnight became cloudy. There was lots of heat lightning to our east and a few squalls forming to our west. By about 2am as we exited the stream, a squall was approaching from the west. Steve and I talked and decided that rather changing course to avoid it, we'd just let it take us and see what happened. As it approached the wind picked up to about 25 knots and I ran out the staysail. We were making about 10.5 knots with following seas for the better part of an hour and sailed ahead of the squall which passed harmlessly a couple of miles behind us. Then the wind faded back to its normal 5 knots and motored on...
As we approached Charleston the Coast Guard came on the radio with a weather warning for the area. We had been watching the line thunderstorms for an hour or so and were debating whether or not to stay in the ocean or make a run into the harbor. In either case we were going to get hit. There didn't seem to be much lightningand we could see no water spouts with the front so we headed in....we were hit about 2 miles off the channel with winds of about 40 knots and lots of rain. We could still see though and had no problems working our way into the harbor and the 5 miles up the Ashley River to our slip.
We called in to the Marina as we approach and were given directions to our assigned slip. The current was running up stream about 2 knots and as we put our full keel perpendicular to it entering the fairway, slid sideways so fast that there was no way we were going to make the slip.
I backed out to reconsider while the dock hand called for more assistance. On our second attempt, I was able to snake us diagonally across the fairway in reverse and docked like I knew what we were doing.
A little later we wandered over to the main office to check in and found two of the three packages that we had ordered last week. We hauled them back to the boat and began reading the directions for our new toilet and refrigerator.
We joined Steve and Kim for dinner at Salty Mike's, which is located at the Marina and listened to some music.