Jill
05/17/2012, Vero Beach CIty Marina

We got the OK to leave yesterday and decided to just go on up to Vero Beach. We got our holding tanks pumped out (free) and took a mooring for the night. The man at the city marina asked how long we were going to stay. I told him one night, although we came to stay one night last December and ended up there for almost four weeks. I was hoping that wouldn't happen again. Vero Beach is only about 15 miles from Ft. Pierce, so we were there by early afternoon. We had no issues with the engine or prop.

We had an uneventful night; Bud did take the shuttle in to the Publix grocery store to get enough supplies (beer) to last until St. Augustine. We got up very early, hoping to leave at first light after taking Fuzzy ashore and putting the dinghy up on the davits. We had taken it back off the foredeck and put the engine on it when we arrived. About 5:40 we took Fuzzy to shore. The sky might have been starting to get light, but it's very overcast, so it was still dark. We went to a little park with a boat launch ramp and docks. I put Fuzzy on the dock while I climbed out of the dinghy. He proceeded to walk off the end of the dock into the water. Bud dove in from the dinghy and got him and handed him up to me. It's scary to see because for the first few seconds Fuzzy just floated with his head under water, then he did stick his head out, just before Bud reached him. I put the leash on him and started to lead him off the dock. Bud remarked that our dinghy was loose. It was, but it was over at the shore on the far side of the dock. Then Bud said "Watch Fuzzy...watch Fuzzy!" Before I could react Fuzzy had walked off the side of the dock towards where Bud was wading out onto the boat ramp. So Bud dove back in and retrieved Fuzzy from under the dock, cutting his hand in the process.

I took a very soggy Fuzzy up to the little park to do his business, and Bud asked a fisherman launching his small boat if he had a paper towel he could use to stop the blood. He had an old rag; that worked. We got back to the boat and I gave Fuzzy a shower. I dried him and got him situated in his bed. While Bud stripped off his soggy clothes and took a shower I got the dinghy around back and hooked to the block and tackles on the davits. When Bud came out we lifted it. We managed to leave at 7:05 AM.

We have two possible stopping points today, one at about 55 miles from Vero Beach and one at 74 miles from Vero Beach. Those are statute miles, and we're going between 6 and 6.5 knots, we figure an average of about 7 mph. This photo was taken this morning, you can see how overcast it is. It's raining now, so we'll see if the rain lets up or gets worse, and how long we want to keep going in it. At least we have power and Internet while we travel. And Fuzzy is now soundly asleep.

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Jill
05/15/2012, Harbortown Marina, Ft. Pierce, FL

Things often take longer than you hope, especially when you are talking about boat repairs. I called Monday and arrangements were made to have the local Yanmar dealer come over and check things out. When the young mechanic got here, he looked at the oil on the dipstick and didn't see any water. He was going to just change the oil. We thought he should check the oil at the bottom of the pan, but he didn't think that was necessary, as we'd run the engine for a minute or two when he got there. We explained our concerns and he said if we wanted they could take a sample of the oil and send it out for analysis. We want to find out what's going on, so we agreed. That meant waiting until today for him to get the proper sampling bottle.

He finally called just after noon to say he had the sampling kit and was coming over. He asked us to run the engine for a while so it was hot by the time he got here. Bud and I decided to pull our own sample from the bottom of the pan before we started the engine. We couldn't see how with the engine not starting after that rough sail, and with an increase of volume of liquid in the engine, there could not be seawater in there. So we did. There was clearly something in that oil. Once we sampled it we started the engine.

The mechanic came and looked at our sample. He agreed, there was water in it. We decided to go ahead with the official analysis anyway, so he took his sample. Then he changed the oil, three times, because that is the protocol when you get water into the cylinders. After he left I called the warranty department. The guy I talked to said they'd have to get St. Augustine Marine Center involved. I explained that the exhaust routing had been changed at Vero Beach last December according to Mastry's instructions. He then wanted to get Ace, the dealer in Vero Beach, involved. I repeated that Ace was only doing what the folks at Mastry prescribed. I thought the guy I was talking to was the one who gave those instructions, he wasn't, it had been the head of the warranty department and he was out. So my current contact is now trying to contact Ace to find out from them what went down. I'm not sure if they'll have Ace do further modifications or let us take the boat now to St. Augustine and let them do it. More phone calls tomorrow.

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Jill
05/13/2012, Harbortown Marina, Ft. Pierce, FL

This morning Bud tried to start the engine again. This time, after a few slow revolutions, it began to turn over normally and started. Our theory after yesterday was that the rough following seas had forced seawater up through the exhaust system into the engine. We know that there was concern about how the exhaust was routed and the Yanmar distributor had it changed to try to prevent the ingress of seawater. Our guess is that the modification wasn't enough. Bud ran the engine for a few minutes. He wanted to see if the water that got in the engine, which he felt would have gotten into the oil, would show up in the oil on the dipstick if he ran the engine to mix it up. It didn't, but what we did find was that there was more "oil" in the engine than there should have been. The extra "oil" is probably the seawater, now at the bottom of the oil pan. So we will call the Yanmar distributor tomorrow and give them this information and see where we go from here.

Later in the day we walked up about a half-mile to the grocery store. There was produce, and cheap beer! I went back up to the bridge where US 1 crosses Taylor Creek. This marina is on Taylor Creek close to where it joins the Intracoastal Waterway. You can really only see the stern of Earendil where she lies along the face dock in the picture I took, but it gives you a sense of the area.

We went back to the restaurant at the marina for supper, partly because Bud didn't feel like cooking, and partly to celebrate Mother's Day. I thought, and Bud agreed, that despite all of the troubles, we are very lucky to be able to live aboard and cruise. We've had many beautiful days sailing, and there is a great sense of accomplishment after the more difficult passages or problems have been dealt with. We've traveled close to a thousand miles this year, most of it under sail. And here we are, safely back in the U.S. It was a fine Mother's Day for me.

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Jill
05/12/2012, Harbortown Marina, Ft. Pierce, FL

Chris Parker, our weather guru, put in a recent email that today was a good day for salty sailors to make the crossing from the Bahamas to Florida. I don't consider myself a salty sailor, but this seemed the best weather for at least a week, and since the wind and waves would be towards the stern, they wouldn't feel as strong and big as if you were running into them. We decided to try it.

We left West End at 6:20 this morning, a little later than our 6 AM target, but not too bad. We started out with two reefs in the main and a full jib, but once we got out on our point of sail we pulled out first one reef, then the other. The further we got from the protection of Grand Bahama and the Little Bahama Banks to the north of it, the choppier the water got. After about 10 miles we were in serious chop, 5 to 6 foot waves coming 5 seconds apart. We were sailing more to the west than our rumbline because we knew once we got in the Gulf Stream we'd be carried north by the current. At the point of sail we were on it was impossible to keep the jib full, even in 20 knots of wind. The action of the waves kept knocking the wind out of it. We ended up pulling it in for about 10 or 15 miles. At that point our speed was down and we wondered about making it the 82.5 miles to Fort Pierce by late afternoon as we'd planned.

28 miles from West End we hit the Gulf Stream. We changed our course, pulled out the jib and went from 6 knots to 9 knots. At times we were doing over 11 knots. We would have gone faster but the waves slowed us down. We've been in bigger waves, but not with such a short period. This was the roughest water we've sailed in for any length of time (Cape May Inlet still wins the prize for worst waves, but that only lasted until we got out of the inlet). The waves were coming up on our stern quarter. Sometimes they would sort of slide underneath without much motion, sometimes they would roll the boat about 20 degrees, and sometimes they would slap against the aft part of the boat. Bud and I each got soaked while standing at the helm, so we were definitely salty sailors today. It was a challenging and tiring point of sail, but the boat handled well and we made great time. With our detour west we sailed just over 84 nm to just outside the inlet at Fort Pierce, and we got there at a little after 5 PM. That's an average of 7.8 knots for the trip.

As we came up on the marked entrance channel Bud asked me to start the engine. Nothing happened. I checked the fuel and battery; both were on. I came up on deck and we pulled in the jib and put out the staysail and tacked out away from land. I held the boat close to the wind so it would sail, but not fast, and Bud went down and checked the fuel in the filter (full) and primed the fuel to the engine. Now we could hear the engine try to turn over, but it was turning over so slowly it wouldn't start. Bud came back to the helm, then he engaged the autopilot and he tried the key while I wiggled wires on the starter. No change. We called TowBoatUS. We spent the next 35 minutes sailing back and forth in front of Ft. Pierce as slowly as we could manage waiting for the towboat to come and get us. I tried once more to start the engine. It was turning over a little faster now, but still wouldn't start.

We saw the towboat come out towards us. He was really bouncing, as there was still about 15 knots of wind and 5 foot waves. Once the towboat reached us the captain told us to take down the sails and he'd throw us a line. He was so calm, he kept saying, "Don't hurry, you have all the time in the world." The main came down quite nicely, and then we turned downwind and furled the staysail. I went up to the bow and put his towline around one of our bow cleats and he started taking us in. He towed us northwest, and then southwest, because our course was west, but the wind was from the east, and he didn't want the wind pushing us up into him. He did have a lot of line between us, as you can see from the picture. Since we were now an hour-and-a-half later than we'd planned, the current was running out of the inlet pretty strong and setting up nice breakers as it met the wind driven waves coming in. Earendil went through them and barely noticed, but the towboat captain had a rougher ride. He got us in with no problems, shortened up the line and towed us in to the marina where we had a reservation. He pulled us around in a u-turn and Bud slid right up to the face dock where the folks at the marina had told us to go. I never got the name of the towboat captain, but I will call TowBoatUS and find out, because he was so good and so professional he was a pleasure to work with. And, since we have unlimited towing insurance, the bill, which would have been about $750, was nothing.

So we are fine, we are back in the US, we have unlimited water and TV and the restaurant served vegetables. But, we've got an engine that won't run. (I think that's where we were last December in Vero Beach.)

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Jill
05/11/2012, Old Bahama Bay Marina, West End, Grand Bahama

Bud snorkeled down and checked the prop today. Everything still looks fine. The vibration doesn't seem to be having an effect on the prop, the shaft or the nut. So we looked at our weather options and decided that we should try to go the 82.5 nm to Fort Pierce tomorrow. The wind is supposed to be around 20 knots, but it will be aft of the beam. If we wait until Sunday, the wind will be lighter, but it will be almost astern, and that might make the crossing too slow. The waves will not be quite as high on Sunday, but there is a chance of squalls to 30 knots Sunday, and there are no squalls predicted for tomorrow. Next week just doesn't look good at all without motoring. We shouldn't have any trouble making it in a day, we'll be helped by the Gulf Stream, if we can average 7 knots it should take us just under 12 hours, and we'll likely do better than 10 knots in the Gulf Stream.

I'm nervous none-the-less. I'm nervous because it is a long sail, because we need to get there in the daylight and most of all because we still don't like to run the engine. And I'm not looking forward to 6 to 7 foot seas, even though I know sailing down wind with the seas mostly behind us will probably be fun.

This is a beautiful marina and a beautiful resort, but this place is expensive (about $130/night with our discount) which is another incentive to leave the beautiful Bahamas behind. So it's up before dawn to sail with first light. Hopefully you'll read a happy report of a good sail tomorrow.

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Jill
05/10/2012, Old Bahama Bay Marina, West End, Grand Bahama

Today was the day we had thought we'd sail to West End, but the forecast had changed and although there was supposed to be 14 to 16 knots of wind from the southwest (good angle) all night Wednesday and all day today, there were also isolated squalls predicted and the intensity of the squalls increased today. So we decided to leave last evening. That also would give us no real deadline for getting the 88 miles up to West End. If we left at sunset and we had a great beam reach we'd arrive about 7 AM. If we went a bit slower, we'd arrive later in the morning. It made sense, so even though I don't like night sails, I agreed that it was the best plan.

This picture was taken as we were sailing on the first leg away from Great Harbour Cay. We are literally sailing into the sunset. Not long after this our course turned a bit more north and the wind was more behind us and we slowed down. The moon is in its last quarter, so it was not yet up at sunset. There were scattered clouds that covered the stars on the horizon. It was difficult to steer a straight course. We'd set up the wind vane for this trip and before it got dark we tried to get it working, but failed. Just after dark our speed dropped to between 4 and 5 knots. I was discouraged about that, normally at that speed we would just run the engine and motor sail, but Bud said we were in no hurry, we were sailors, we should just enjoy the lovely night and sail. I tried, and the wind was soft and the temperature was perfect and the ride was comfortable. But there were squalls out there that I couldn't see (except the lightening ahead of us that Bud said was going to pass to the east before we reached it), and there was the worry about power, and the need for radar and AIS to track the freighters and cruise ships all using the Northwest Providence Channel, that we were cutting across.

Bud stayed at the helm and let me go down and try to sleep. I couldn't sleep, but I did lie down on the berth in the salon and try to rest. I got up every hour or so and checked on Bud. He was still at the helm and still doing fine. At one point I took the helm for a half hour or less to give him a little break. Otherwise, I kept him supplied with food and drinks and in between tried to rest.

Finally the wind picked up, and then it really picked up. We had over 15 knots of wind and the helm was getting hard to handle. We decided to reef the main. Bud turned into the wind and we brought the main down part way, as it came down I pulled in the reefing lines (fore and aft). When I'd gotten the forward lines all pulled in as far as they would go I winched up the halyard and winched in the aft reefing line and it was done. Again, the reefing worked well and it was all done in the cockpit. We now had four-foot waves and at night with any kind of waves we don't leave the cockpit without a tether. We already had on our life jackets, because we always wear them at night.

With a triple-reefed main and full jib the boat was handling well and we were making over 9 knots with the current. The wind generator was keeping up with the power needs from the sailing instruments and frequent radar use. It was rough, though. I had to clip in and go out and turn the dorades. They were facing forward and waves were coming high enough on deck to send water down them. Poor Fuzzy couldn't get off the couch in the salon. It was too rough for him to do anything but sit. We finally put a double reef in the jib, too. That slowed us down about three-quarters of a knot, but it also smoothed the ride a bit. Plus, we felt more ready if the squall Bud saw on the radar caught us. I offered to take the helm, but Bud said it was pretty hard to steer with the waves, so he kept on it. By now he'd been at the helm for about 10 hours with almost no break. He did let me give him a break again because he was worried about muscle cramps. I did fine, but it was hard work. Bud came back to the helm after only about a half hour.

We passed the harbor entrance at Freeport just as the sky was starting to get light. There was no real sunrise as by then there were a lot of clouds. I was planning to take the helm at dawn and let Bud sleep for a couple of hours, but just after dawn we started hitting the edges of squalls. I was needed on the sails. We tried furling the jib. For a little while we were sailing at about a knot and a half with just the triple reefed main. The wind had moved towards the front of the boat. There was a huge squall crossing in front of us and we didn't want to sail into it. It passed and we put the engine on, but we thought that sounded funny (prop vibration?) so we shut the engine off and put the staysail out because the wind was now close to the nose. That didn't work so we took that in and put the jib back out. We tried a full jib sheeted hard, but then furled it and went back to a triple reefed jib and main both sheeted hard with 22 knots of wind on the nose and 5 foot seas. Finally Bud said we would have to tack out or put the engine on. At this point we were about 2 and a half hours away from our destination and had been sailing for 13 hours. We both agreed to try the engine. So we started the engine and furled the jib again.

It was slow going with wind, waves and current all against us and Bud not willing to run the engine over 2000 RPM, but the vibration was steady, so nothing seemed to be getting worse, and the ride wasn't bad. Finally at 10:30 AM after a fifteen and a half hour work out we got to the marina. Just before we arrived the squalls cleared out and the sun was shining with less than fifteen knots of wind.

The experience made us realize that trying to do 36 hours with a mechanical autopilot that doesn't seem to work well without the engine running and an engine we don't want to run, in winds that are supposed to be around 20 knots and seas that are supposed to reach 8 feet is not something we're going to choose to do. Bud is going to dive on the prop again tomorrow to see if there's any change in the amount of play or the condition of the nut, cotter pin and shaft key. After that we'll figure out our next move. It feels great to be here, though.

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