Debi and Jack sailing on SV Iroquois

Vessel Name: Iroquois
Vessel Make/Model: Ohlson38
Crew: Jack Markin, Debi Dennis
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21 May 2018 | Annapolis Maryland
16 May 2018 | Solomons Island Maryland
13 May 2018 | Deltaville Virginia
11 May 2018 | Cape Charles Virginia
09 May 2018 | Hampton Virginia
06 May 2018 | Hampton Virginia
04 May 2018 | Snode Creek North Carolina
29 April 2018 | Morehead City North Carolina
26 April 2018 | Bald Head Island North Carolina
23 April 2018 | Charleston South Carolina
18 April 2018 | Beaufort South Carolina
15 April 2018 | Isle of Hope Georgia
13 April 2018 | Kilkenny Creek, Georgia
09 April 2018 | Brunswick Georgia
06 April 2018 | Cumberland Island, Georgia
05 April 2018 | Fernandina Florida
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31 March 2018 | Eau Gallie Florida
28 March 2018 | Hobe Sound
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21 May 2018 | Annapolis Maryland

Annapolis Maryland

We really enjoyed our stay at Calvert Marina. It was super chill and everyone was so nice to us. The loaner car is an ancient diesel Mercedes and you can't open the windows though. Luckily it was a cool rainy day when we took it to the supermarket and the windshield wipers worked. There's the Ann Marie sculpture garden that we walked to with lots of works on loan from the Smithsonian. The great thing about it is the way they are sited in the landscape. It was a nice walk even in the rain. Finally the sky started clearing yesterday and there was a good south wind so we came up to Annapolis and picked up a mooring at the city dock. This morning we passed a nice beach, obviously a park, with some picnic tables. It made me think how nice it would be to be able to take some time off and relax in a park. One thing about our cruising is that we never relax. We always have to think about the weather or tide or distance to the next destination, or what is the next destination. The list of worries goes on and on when you add in boat maintenance and provisioning. Do we have enough diesel? water? propane? bread? beer? I guess to those of you in the daily grind of work, errands, chores, eat, sleep, repeat this sounds a little self-indulgent. Well, our lives depend on how sound our boat is and how well we manage it. So it's not trivial and it's wearing us down. One thing we have learned from this trip is that we are not cut out for the life of living aboard. Some people thrive on it. We want a garden and a puppy. That being said, there are times at the helm when the wind hits my cheek just right, the sun shines, there's just the right tension on all parts of the boat, the water slides by like ice under a skateblade  and it's all worth it. It's a state of flow that makes one happy to the core.

16 May 2018 | Solomons Island Maryland

A step back in time

Day before yesterday we left the Deltaville area in heavy fog and no wind under motor power and that lasted all day. The tedium was somewhat relieved by a visit from a little bird who caught and ate a lot of the flies that invade every time we go into the Chesapeake. (Identified as a female redstart by our friend, Nina)She left when we got close to land again. We decided to tuck into a creek on the north side of the Potomac instead of anchoring out in the open because every day this week has a forecast for thunderstorms. We dropped anchor between two marinas on Smith Creek, put up our mosquito nets and proceeded to cook a delicious meal of steak, corn and zucchini. Just as we were taking our first bites in the cockpit we were visited by a dinghy. The man asked if we knew about the weather forecast - we didn't - he said he noticed we were open to the west, that a severe storm with 50kt winds was approaching from that direction, and suggested that we go upstream around a bend which would protect us from the west. So many sailors are helpful like this, but it was really nice of him to take the trouble to warn us. And so we set aside our plates, raised anchor and moved. We also took down the mosquito nets and checked for anything that might blow away. There was plenty of time to finish eating and clean up before the rain started. It poured down buckets and thunder and lightning surrounded us but there was no big wind. We felt lucky, the bark was worse than the bite. Yesterday morning we got an early start out of there and were able to sail a good bit. There was a fighter jet that appeared to be practicing takeoffs and landings. It would take off, circle, land and repeat over and over. When we came up the Patuxent River to Solomons the wind picked up. Something about the sail in reminded me of sailing in the Kieler Bucht with Jens and Dorte. Maybe it was the curve of the land, maybe it was the military zones. It just kind of felt the same I'm not sure why but I was happy to remember that. We came to Calvert Marina, across the water from the more popular Zahniser’s and much less expensive. It turned out to be where the navy had its amphibious training base for WWII. It looks like someone is trying to make it into a retirement community but it hasn't quite worked out yet. There is lots of signage, including one for the planned pool, but not much actual building. The marina is serviceable but definitely not modern or luxurious. The price is the same as a mooring in Annapolis. The ambiance is late 1970s campground. If boats were campers they would be mostly popups, a few tents some larger RVs along with one or two airstreams. The bathrooms are clean and old. The whole place is mom and pop all the way. We seem to be the only transients here. There is a mallard duck couple who live on our dock. Every time we walk by they fly down into the water, but they always come back. There are also lots of geese here. Last night's storm came much later-around midnight with lots of wind but not quite as much lightning still buckets of rain. We've move into the Maryland part of the bay and are planning the next stage, through the C&D canal and down the Delaware River.

13 May 2018 | Deltaville Virginia

Fishing Bay

We thankfully arrived at Fishing Bay Marina before we were eaten alive by biting black flies. We thought we would have a nice sail up here, but after about an hour the wind died, the flies came around and the temperature started rising. It was well into the nineties before long (like 33C). All in all not a fun day of motoring into what appeared to be a typical marina on a small bay, of which there are many, many on the Chesapeake.  There are just so many rivers, creeks and inlets along here it's no wonder they didn't have roads and went everywhere by boat. This marina and boatyard is actually quite big with lots of beautiful boats. The pool isn't open until Memorial Day though, a sure sign that we're no longer in the south. But we rode the loaner bikes into town past fields that have already been hayed so clearly more southern than Wisconsin. The hay here is Timothy  and some sort of giant clover. We contacted the OCC port officers to see if they would drive us to the restaurant Merroir to eat oysters and they did. We learned of Merroir from a Splendid Table podcast about oysters. The story was about two brothers who started farming oysters in the Rappahannock River and their attempts to market them as the French market wine. Hence the name Merroir from the concept of terroir. It's not actually clear that oysters from different rivers taste different but it makes a good story. Anyway, when we were leaving Cape Charles a guy who helped us with the lines said if we were going to Deltaville we should go to Merroir and that's how we found out that there is a restaurant as well as the oyster farms. And Captain Story and his wife, Martha, came to meet us and drove the 12 miles to the restaurant where the oysters were excellent and they had a soft-shell crab special today. The weather is variable and unpredictable. Tonight it's actually quite cool. We'll see what tomorrow brings.

11 May 2018 | Cape Charles Virginia

Blue Crabs

Cape Charles is a sleepy little town near the southern tip of the Delmarva peninsula. It was started as a planned community in 1884 to support the end of the railway where freight and passengers were transferred to barges and steamers to cross the Chesapeake Bay to Norfolk. The remnants of the train tracks where the cars were transferred to barges are still here, but since the sixties there's been a bridge/tunnel across the bay and trucks have taken over. The area is still mostly agricultural and there is still some fishing. The crab boats come in here and the refrigerator truck meets them to take their catch. Jack bought some crabs from the truck driver and we plan to have a crab boil on the dock here tonight. He would only sell us females because the price is so high right now.  Females being $60/bushel and males being $160, our bucket full was $10. We went to the hardware store to get a steamer pot and some crackers for the claws. The crackers we had on the boat were all broken on the hard shelled French crabs a while back and we didn't have a big pot. The hardware store is a treat beginning with the occupied rocking chairs out front (3-4 old men) and continuing past the gun counter and through the crowded but complete stocks of anything you might think of. The guy working there asked if the crabs were hardshell and said if they were soft he'd be coming over--they're hard. The only other stores are tourist oriented, ice cream, knickknacks, candy, cafes. There is a large old public library though. We walked to the end of the main street then turned and walked until the sidewalks ended then looped around to where we started. These southern towns are small enough that we often end up walking not just by the large, in this town Victorian, houses but also by the smaller houses on streets with no sidewalks. It's different than a city where we just see one neighborhood. The town dock is nice with new floating pontoons, a large shower and toilet building, and a popular bar/restaurant. There's a coast guard station across the way and another marina being developed for megayachts. It's a retirement area with multiple golf courses  around. Tomorrow we'll cross over to the western shore.

09 May 2018 | Hampton Virginia

Hampton Virginia

We've had a pleasant visit to Hampton Virginia. There was a boat show at the marina we came into so there were lots of people looking at power boats. One of them, about 30 ft open cockpit, had four 350HP engines! There were other jaw droppers including the price tags. We didn't really look but passed [...]

06 May 2018 | Hampton Virginia

Done with the ICW

I seem to have lost a blog post or two.  I clearly remember writing and posting but don't see it now--will try to re create what I can remember. ..

Three Day Blow

29 January 2018 | Prickly Pear Island Virgin Gorda
We are still on a mooring here off of Prickly Pear Island in the north sound of Virgin Gorda. There used to be a beach bar here and apparently the moorings were for it, so until it's rebuilt they seem to be available. We went in to the small beach yesterday and picnicked with our friends from Snowstar. The beach ends in a steep very rough hillside on one end and a short ways down at the wreckage of the bar/restaurant so you can't walk far but there are quite a few plastic chairs that are in good enough condition that you can sit in them. Someone has made piles here and there of burnable trash like roof beams and such and other piles of plastic. There's also a full trash bag which can hopefully get picked up before it blows or washes away. We picked up some plastic and coke cans we found on the way and added them to the trash bag. We had a nice picnic lunch and went for a refreshing swim then came back to the boat for some reading, guitar playing and drawing time. It's still very windy (20-30kts) but we're pretty well protected here--as long as the mooring holds we're good.  Jack has been reminding me of a Hemingway story, The Three Day Blow. The first time we hunkered down for a three day blow was in Nova Scotia while we waited out the after effects of a tropical storm. It prompted us to think we should have days like that where we did nothing at home but hunker down, read, play music etc. Slowing down is sometimes as difficult as charging forward. We are just starting day three. The forecast is for the wind to go down by tomorrow morning. Then we'll probably do some exploring on Virgin Gorda proper. Some people anchored near us went over yesterday but coming back is against wind and waves for a little more than a mile. In our dinghy we would be completely soaked by the time we got back to the boat, so I let Jack go alone to look for ice. He made it back safely and  quickly but got very wet.
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