01/25/2011, Sunrise Marina, Lucaya, Grand Bahama
We did some work around the boat today and then took a walk up to see the inlet and the beach. The predicted wind is starting. It was blowing pretty hard out of the south all day. Fuzzy was looking out at the water and his ears were blowing back. He was taken by surprise by a wave. He doesn't like water and was following along on the wet sand above the waves when a larger wave came up and almost knocked him off his feet. After that he walked about 50 feet further up the beach.
It was a good day to look at the inlet. The breaking waves showed where the deepest water is, so when we go out the inlet we'll at least know about where to be. Hopefully that deeper water is deep enough. I took a picture of the inlet with the confusing third marker.
I spotted a memorial at the edge of the beach. I walked up and it looked like a small cemetery, but in front of it was a large white cross with a plaque in memory of 21 Haitian men and women who died at sea in 1978. Poignant.
I added a few photos from the walk to the album.
This afternoon Bud spoke to the marina guy about Windragon, the boat the Argentines left. It was really being blown and didn't look like it would stay in place in the wind coming (much less a real storm). The guy from the marina was going to try and retie the boat himself. Bud and I walked over to help, and three of the other boaters joined us, as well as another man who works here. It really took all of us. The marina guy decided to move the boat parallel to the dock. In the end, we got it retied so it's much more secured.
Not much else going on, tomorrow more wind and maybe some rain. There is going to be a domino game in the game room, so maybe I'll join.
01/24/2011, Sunrise Marina, Lucaya, Grand Bahama
We set out at first light as planned. However, it was low tide and another boater in here said they measured the inlet at 5 feet at low tide at the end of the inlet where it met the open water. (Commonly inlets are shallowest at their outer limit, as that's where sediment is deposited.) I wasn't sure if that was a reliable figure, but it had me worried. So we carefully started out with me on the bow looking for the channel. There was a clear channel that seemed quite deep until we got to the end of the shorter of the two jetties. Then I saw the whole inlet get shallower with no deep channel. I told Bud I thought it was all getting too shallow and I was afraid we wouldn't make it. So Bud backed the boat all the way back to the basin, about a quarter mile. We backed right up and put the boat in the same spot along the dock, only now it's facing out. This takes the record for the shortest day's sail!
When we got back I started looking at weather, charts and tides. Bud went and talked to the marina guy about using the kayak they had, he wanted to sound the channel. We both agreed that we'd missed the weather window and couldn't get to another safe harbor before the storm predicted for Wednesday, so we're staying here for now. We took our big magnet out to use as a weight to sound the channel, but by the time we kayaked out there, the tide was really running and the magnet wasn't heavy enough to sink straight. We were going to head back, but Bud wanted to try just one sounding where we were by letting the kayak move with the current. I dropped the magnet over, Bud asked me if it was on the bottom, I couldn't see, I pulled the line up, and the second piece of line with the magnet on it had come undone. Now we need to go snorkeling to try to retrieve our magnet.
We probably had a better day than the nice folks in Windragon. Two couples from Argentina were leaving their boat here and flying home. They were cleaning up the boat and getting ready to leave it. First, the pump out station in the basin here wasn't working; the next one is several miles away so they had no choice but to leave the holding tanks partly full. Ugh, that will be nasty in 6 months! Next they found out that the marina wanted them to move the boat. Of course the wind started to blow; it's a rule of boating, whenever you need to make docking maneuvers the wind blows. There also seemed to be some misunderstanding between them and the marina guy. I don't think the captain realized until he got over to the new slip that the marina guy wanted the sailboat backed in. I have to try to describe this "slip". There is a long dock running along the side of the marina. About 25 feet in front of the dock is a line of pilings running parallel to it. These pilings are about 20 feet apart. Each "slip" is the space between two pilings and the front of the slip is the dock. There are no side docks at all. So the poor captain had to back a sailboat in the wind between two pilings, getting lines around the pilings to hold the front of the boat in place, and then tie the stern off to the dock. In 15+ knot winds. It didn't work. The owners of the trawlers at the end of marina had to fend him off as he blew into their boats. Another boat owner got out his dinghy and ended up towing him into place. By time they were done, they had to quickly tie off and leave to catch their plane. They were new boaters and they left with just four lines to hold the boat for 6 months. Hopefully it will be OK.
After all that excitement, we had to rest. In true Bahama fashion we pretty much blew off the rest of the day. We did get to know some of our other marina residents (all 6 of them) and went to the impromptu happy hour in the game room. We learned some things, as we always do when we talk to other boaters, so I guess it wasn't a misspent day.
01/23/2011, Sunrise Marina, Lucaya, Grand Bahama
Well, we've decided not to go to the Abacos at all. Bud was worried that none of the anchorages we could reach by Tuesday would be secure enough for the storm that's in the forecast for Wednesday. They are saying the NW Bahamas will get 30 to 35 knot winds with the possibility of 50-knot winds in thunderstorms. Since these winds will be from the west, and since most of the harbors in the Abacos are on the west side of the little islands just off Great Abaco, and since we were afraid we'd have to hold off to leave until tomorrow to go north to get there, we decided to go along the south side of Grand Bahama today and then leave early in the morning and head south again to reach the very secure harbor where Jon and Arline spent a month fixing their engine.
I was reluctant to come this side of Great Bahama Island because there are no anchorages, and I didn't want to spend another night in a marina. But we were going to have to spend the night at Old Bahama Bay before we could take the northern route, anyway. So off we came.
Before we left we got to help out one poor crew on about a 70-foot ketch. They started out of the marina and had their engine stall. The 20-knot wind was blowing them up against the end of a dock and another boat. We helped them get lines out and fend off the end of the dock and get the boat secured alongside the dock. They got a scratch along their hull, but nothing else was hurt. That made me worry about us getting out. It seemed the wind was blowing our bow over against the dock, but it was mostly astern and in the end Bud said it was about as easy a disembarking as we've had.
We also had a really fine sail. The wind was stronger than we thought. We sailed a close reach with 14 to 16 knots apparent for most of the way. We ended up using just the main and genoa. We were getting some really strong gusts and decided not to try to add the staysail. Besides, we hit 9 knots at one point, so how could you improve on that? The wind was out of the northeast so the island was keeping the waves down. There were maybe one-foot waves.
It got a bit tense as we crossed in front of Freeport. There were about three freighters anchored, two of the small island freighters came out, one turned towards us and passed fairly close on the starboard side, the second came out and turned more sharply and passed on our left. Meanwhile, a big tanker was headed in and it looked like it might be close getting in front of him, but we figured he'd have to slow down. Then another freighter came in view off the starboard bow and he seemed to be headed our way. What a busy harbor. Meanwhile the wind was getting a bit fluky. It would die down, and then blow strong again. Suddenly it shifted around in front of the boat and we were being back-winded. It never changed enough for us to change the sails. It always came back to where it had been.
The most exciting part of the sail came after we had the sails down. We were approaching the entrance to the marina. I had called them on the radio and was getting the dock lines and fenders set up. Bud asked me to quick finish the dock line I was working on, and go up on the bow and tell him which way to go up ahead. I looked down and saw rocks here and there under us, but I couldn't tell how deep. I tried to direct Bud to the deepest part, but what we needed to do was go backwards and go the other side of the unmarked post that was there and not on either of our charts. We hit the rocks. We stuck. Bud tried to back off and the boat moved a bit. I thought we were going to have to get a tow, but every time a little wave came it lifted us enough to move. We found a bit of deeper water to the right side and managed to wiggle the boat into the channel. After that, docking was a breeze. Once we were secure and checked in Bud got to take his first swim in the Bahamas. It isn't really warm today, only about 70, and the water was cool, so it's not one he made by choice, but he put his snorkeling gear on and went down to check the keel. He said there is about a 4-inch square scrape on the front at the bottom, but it's just cosmetic. We knew that the charts aren't accurate in the Bahamas. We heard that the markers aren't reliable. Now we experienced it first hand. From now on I won't set lines until I know we're safely in. I'll take a post on the bow earlier and try to see and direct.
Happily, this marina is less than half the cost of the other one, so even though we've had to stay at a marina, it's better than being back at Old Bahama Bay. And there is a little grocery store nearby with reasonable produce, so we bought a few fresh fruits and vegetables to replace those we'd eaten up because we thought you couldn't bring them in (nobody asked, nobody looked). Now we've had our supper and Bud is off to try his luck fishing off the jetty.
We went almost 24 nautical miles today in about 3 and a half hours. Another fast run, the average speed about 6.8 knots. I added a few photos of today's activities to the gallery. Of course I was much too busy to get a photo of the grounding!
01/22/2011, West End, Grand Bahama
Well, we did make the weather window. Even if we arrived in a rainstorm, the wind was nothing like it is tonight. This morning it was still blowing at over 20 knots and had been all night. Bud had decided when we arrived we'd stay two nights, because of the forecast. Now it looks like we'll stay three. The wind really increased in the late afternoon and hit 30 knots at around 5 PM. It's now 9 PM and it's still blowing at 30 knots for much of the time. The boat is heeled over 4 degrees in the slip! So Earendil is still in the slip in the picture (where Bud is checking the dock lines, good thing, too). And we're still paying for a marina, but happy to do it.
This morning we biked over to the inlet. I started a new album in the gallery for the Bahamas. I put in a photo of the inlet; it's pretty narrow to come in at about 6 knots with a triple reefed main. I also took some pictures of the area, the wind and waves and one of an island trading ship with truck trailers on its deck. We took a second ride this afternoon down to the little settlement here. I didn't take any pictures as we never stopped the bikes and I can't take a photo while riding, especially since I have Fuzzy in a front pack. There wasn't much to see other than the thousands of conch shells, the guy selling conch and another guy zooming around in a little center console boat. He had nine-tenths of his hull out of the water and was doing circles and jumping his own wake and obviously having a good time.
We also spent time looking at the weather and the charts. We want to get down to the Exumas and try to catch our friends Jon and Arline. But we also want to be able to anchor and snorkel and enjoy the Bahamas as we go. So we've decided to head across to the Abacos and go south along them and then figure out the best route from the southern tip of the Abacos to the Exumas. We need to be in a protected place (particularly from the west) by Wednesday as another front is coming through that's possibly stronger than this one. We wanted to leave tomorrow, but the wind is clocking around to the north before it dies down and our route takes us north of Great Bahama to get to the Abacos, so we will probably wait one more day. Not only do we have to go on the north side of the island, the beginning of the route has shifting sand bars, so you need good visibility to see the way, not likely if it's wavy.
Once we leave here it may be a few days before I find Internet access again. I'll write the blog and take pictures every day, and the next time I get access to the Internet I'll post it all.
01/21/2011, West End, Grand Bahama
Well it was and it wasn't just another day sail like Bud said it would be. For one thing, once we got out a few miles the water was pure blue. I went down and looked out the forward port on the low side where the waves were splashing against it and the water was the color little kids make it in their pictures. Not the aquamarine of the tropical shallows, but pure sky blue. Looking out from on deck it looked dark blue. No hint of green or brown, just dark blue.
Other than that it started like a typical day's sail. We left the dock at 6:45. We got hung up a bit waiting for a cruise ship to dock; I put a picture of that in the gallery. I also put in a picture of our last view of Florida, and you can see the blue water.
I was worried about making it across in daylight. I had read how the Gulf Stream would carry you north. Our direction of travel was just four degrees south of due east. But we would have to head much further south to end up where we wanted to be because of the current. I didn't know how much that would add to the 55 nautical mile trip and wasn't sure how fast we could get there. When we started we didn't feel we were going fast enough, so we had the engine on and all three sails (main, genoa and staysail) out. Gradually the wind built until we were doing 8 knots with just the sails.
It was good sailing but not an easy point of sail. The wind was a little uneven and the waves were coming from just aft of the starboard beam, so there was quite a bit of rolling. We tried again with the windvane, but still couldn't get it set. Bud went back to adjust it and left the boat on the mechanical autopilot. He asked me to shut the autopilot off, steer it by hand for the few seconds it took and engage the windvane. I went to do that and suddenly I got an error message on the autopilot. It confused me; Bud thought I was crazy because I told him I needed help. Then he saw and he couldn't get the mechanical autopilot to work either. Now both our steering mechanisms were not working. So the boat had to be hand steered for the rest of the day. Bud did almost all of it, and it was a lot of work. The waves would really roll you, then the wind would pick up and the boat would head up a bit. I probably took the helm for an hour and a half total, and it was a good workout. I'm supposed to do weight bearing exercises and I thought while I was doing it that this was certainly going to help.
Just after 11 AM I went down to make sandwiches. As I started up the companionway, Bud called me. "You better leave the sandwiches. We need to reef the main." Bud calling for a reef! No, actually, we put two reefs in the main. The good news is that the reefing system we installed that could be done from the cockpit worked flawlessly. Let me tell you, I was grateful for that because it was a real challenge to walk around the deck. The boat was more balanced after that but we still couldn't get the windvane to steer.
We were making great time according to the GPS. We never dropped below 7 knots speed over ground even with current against us. Our boat speed was up around 8, and above when we slid down the waves. The wind moved towards the back of the boat and the staysail seemed to block the genoa so we took that in. Now we were using just the genoa and a double reefed main and still we were doing between 7 and 8 knots.
We were less than ten miles from the waypoint in front of the harbor at West End, Grand Bahama and we couldn't see a thing except the ocean. Now I started to worry that we'd missed the island because of some error. I double-checked the waypoint I entered and it was correct according to the chart. Finally, at about 6 miles out I spotted a structure. "Land, ho!" I called. Bud told me it was probably an illusion, but it turned out to be the water tower. I was doubly glad to see it because the front that was dropping down and making this the last weather window for several days seemed to be coming faster than we thought. Either that or several of the isolated thunderstorms that were in the forecast had gotten together and decided to chase us. There were some nasty looking black clouds to the north and west of us. The photo above was taken around then.
Now it became a race. We were still doing about 7 knots but the clouds were getting closer. We started to prepare for a squall. We had the lines ready to reef either the main or genoa or both. Bud put on his rain jacket. Just before we lost the race with the storm we put Fuzzy below. Poor dog hadn't made a peep all day. He got moved from his usual seat on the cockpit cushions to the floor of the cockpit and finally to the floor of the salon right next to the mast where the boat is most stable. Once Fuzzy was set and I had my foul weather jacket on we put a third reef in the main. Then we tried to reef the genoa. I started to pull on the furling line to wind the sail up. I felt it start to move until Bud turned the boat more towards the wind. Then I couldn't budge it. We switched places and I took the helm. Bud couldn't budge it. Then we lost way so Bud had me fall off the wind. As a bit of wind filled the sail Bud was able to start it rolling up. At that point there was wind and rain everywhere and he just rolled it all the way up. Bud took the helm, I secured the one sheet that had been left flying around as we struggled with the sail (a sheet is the line that controls the sail, the genoa has two, one on each side) and started the engine. We were only about 3 miles from West End but the rain was coming down so hard you couldn't see a thing. Bud was considering just going south and then north along the shore. I told him there were no obstructions in front of the harbor entrance, but there were shoals in the open water to the north and I thought it would be safer to just head in. I checked the chart again and saw there was a basin inside that had good depth everywhere (and didn't allow anchoring) so we could just leave the triple reefed main up and turn into the wind to take it down once we were inside. Now I started to see lighting. A huge bolt struck not too far in front of us. We kept heading towards shore hoping to see the entrance to the harbor. There were supposed to be lighted markers on either side. We could see for about a quarter to a half-mile at this point and finally spotted the marks. They weren't lit, but they were there. We came flying in the harbor, as soon as we had room, Bud slowed down and brought the boat into the wind and I let down the rest of the main.
We called the marina (I'm so glad we had decided to stay at the marina and not try to anchor!). I had a bit of trouble understanding the man, so we had an interesting discussion. He asked if we just wanted to wait until the rain stopped. I asked if there was somewhere, not too difficult to get to, to tie off. In the end they gave us a slip that we could come straight in to where the wind would be blowing us away from the dock. The marina guy came out to help and we got it tied up. We did readjust the mount on our nice new grill on the post between the slips. Oh well, it needed to be leveled better anyway.
So, we are here and safe. We did almost 66 nautical miles today, and even with the fooling around with the squall, we were here by 4 PM. We averaged about 7 knots, and that includes the two miles out the channel in Lake Worth. Bud and I were both completely drenched, but now the boat is more or less picked up, we've cleared in through customs, poor Fuzzy finally got off to pee in a new country and I am tired! Bud is already sleeping. This retirement thing is exhausting. Sorry there are no pictures of the Bahamas, yet. It did stop raining, but by the time we got the boat squared away it was dark.
01/20/2011, Second Day in Lake Park
We are getting ready to leave for the Bahamas. Having learned from the St. Lucie Inlet mistake, I researched Port Everglades (Fort Lauderdale) for accessibility and marinas. Since it's generally considered better to get further south to cross the Gulf Stream to the Bahamas I wondered why so many we talked to left from Lake Worth rather than Port Everglades. As it turned out, I couldn't find any marinas that took transients or any place to anchor in the area where you didn't have to go through a lift bridge to get out the inlet. Additionally, it is the busiest port on the East Coast for cruise ships. Finally, the marinas I did find were expensive. We had come here with the intention of sailing south one more day to Port Everglades and then heading for Bimini. Given the information I found we decided to stay here one more day and change our destination in the Bahamas to West End on Grand Bahama Island. I figured all of this out at 2 AM last might because I couldn't sleep. I'm a bit anxious about the crossing.
It was probably a good thing we just stayed here. We had a lot more little things to do to get ready. I set up Skype accounts so I can call US phones from my computer. I also added some minutes to call Bahamian numbers. I tried it out and called a marina at West End. Although we will anchor 90% of the time in the Bahamas West End doesn't have a great anchorage, according to the guidebook. Since we'll be coming in late in the day I wanted to make sure we had somewhere secure to go. Skype worked great and it was very reassuring to talk to the woman at the marina who said that they could accommodate us and just call on VHF 16 as we entered the harbor. I also suspended service on our Verizon broadband device, so from now on I'll be limited to using the computer and updating the blog when we have WiFi access. Fortunately, the marina we will stay at tomorrow night (hopefully) has WiFi, so I plan to let you know how the crossing went.
This afternoon we walked out to a marine store. As we were leaving the dock we saw a huge manatee. We'd seen a few of them yesterday (the first we'd seen) but in a part of the marina that was murky and it was hard to see them. As you can see from the photo, this huge one was just lying on the surface of the water. He or she was at least 8 feet long. I'm glad we got to see one before we left Florida.
We bought a grill for our rail and set that up when we got back. We also fixed a leak in the inlet to the water heater, aired the two rear deck lockers and repacked the dock lines and Bud did his usual engine checks. We made sure everything on deck was stowed, and repacked some things below. So I guess we are ready.
It's only 55 nautical miles across, but we will sail further than that because we have to head south at first to compensate for the distance the Gulf Stream will carry us north. Then we'll probably have to head south again on the other side of the Gulf Stream to get back to West End, which is directly east of here. It shouldn't be a huge day, but I'm still very nervous. The weather is favorable, so hopefully all goes well.