10 November 2017 | St Augustine
09 November 2017 | St Augustine
08 November 2017 | St Augustine, FL
05 November 2017 | Fort George Island Marina
04 November 2017 | Fort George Island Marina
03 November 2017 | Jacksonville, FL
03 November 2017 | Atlantic Ocean
02 November 2017 | Fort George Island Marina
01 November 2017 | Fort George Island Marina, FL
31 October 2017 | Atlantic Ocean off Georgia
30 October 2017 | Leaving Charleston
29 October 2017 | Charleston, SC
28 October 2017 | Charleston, SC
27 October 2017 | Atlantic Ocean off South Carolina
26 October 2017 | Leaving Beaufort.
25 October 2017 | Beaufort, NC
24 October 2017 | Beaufort Docksides Marina
23 October 2017 | Beaufort, NC
21 October 2017 | Atlantic Ocean off Virginia
20 October 2017 | Hampton, VA
Our favorite laundromat and other shark tales
18 March 2018 | Black Point, Exuma, Bahamas
Sunny, little wind, 74
Not much wind today and tomorrow. We motored to Black Point today, the big draw there being the laundromat (no, really). Today is Sunday, so they are closed, but Roger and I walked around and checked out a few restaurants to see if we could get dinner this evening. Sometimes you need to make reservations for dinner - food on demand is not always available and sometimes supplies run out until the next supply boat comes. If there is a bar, you can sometimes get an appetizer there.
The air temperature is only 74, but with no wind and a very intense sun, it feels quite hot. Which is good, because today my paddle wheel stopped working again, so I needed to go in the water anyway. I love it when you go in the water and the first thing there to greet you is a large fish - in this case three of them. One of the fish would occasionally lie on the bottom like it was dead. As I write this, I realize I went in the water even though I had just seen sharks at the dinghy dock, which is not that far away from my boat. Ignorance is bliss. This time I remembered to rinse with fresh water the screw driver I used in salt water. Then dry it and spray it with WD40. If you don't do that, rusty brown had better be your favorite color, or else you will be sad. I am sad and need to replace two of my screwdrivers.
Roger and I checked our anchors using his viewing bucket. They were both well dug in. Since there was no wind when I anchored, my anchor started on its side and facing the wrong way. But in the end, after backing down on it, it was well dug in. Knowing you can trust your anchor is very comforting. Cruisers will understand what I'm saying.
At dinner (we were the only ones in this restaurant), we watched a large group of children hanging out and playing. They were of all ages. No adults. No organized sports. Just small groups of kids entertaining themselves as part of the larger group of kids. The school here only goes through ninth grade. If you want to finish high school, you must go to either Nassau or George Town and live with a relative. Different world.
The blog photo shows my boat shadow and the interesting light patterns on the bottom. The water is around 13-19 feet deep.
Spinnaker. Great sailing day.
17 March 2018 | Great Galliot Cay
Mostly sunny, mid 70’s, 10 knot NE wind.
Happy birthday, Pat!
We left George Town this morning, pulling up anchor just before 8. The anchorage was tight, so I paused to let Roger get his anchor going so he was out of my way. He was close to the trawler ahead of him, so they had to work around that. Roger and Tari were there first, for the record. Roger had a fair amount of trouble getting his anchor free. No wonder after he sailed back and forth, digging it in deeper and deeper. Apparently, tacking back and forth with your genoa is more effective than just backing down on your anchored, but I think they are going back to simply backing down.
Today was a great sail with the wind on the beam in 8-11 knots of wind. Boats left ahead of us and behind us. We wonder if we saw the 70' Swan with the solo sailor that Mark saw in the Virgin Islands. There was a good deal of boat traffic going both ways.
I had enough wind to sail without the motor. I even had the spinnaker up until the wind got to 11 knots. The wind was slightly forward of the beam, and when it picked up, I worried about too much wind and trying to take it down. I needed to head more downwind so I could collapse it behind the main, but that meant aiming for land that was only .3 miles away. So after I got past some land that jutted out so I had more room, I tried to take it down. Sure enough, even though everything had gone perfectly so far, the last step screwed up and I couldn't get the halyard and sock down - the halyard knot was jammed in the block at the top of the mast. I thought I hoisted it so that wouldn't happen, but I guess not. You can't just pull down on the sock, that will never work and you can tear it. So today I finally realized why my sock was partially torn at the top. When this happened a few years ago, I bet I pulled like nuts on the sock trying to get it down. I always wondered how it got torn ... today, the light bulb finally went on.
Anyway, back up the sock went to try to get the chute to fill and pull the knot out. I put some slack in the halyard and waited. Finally, the small bang I was waiting for happened and I was back in business. Off course, but not yet ashore.
Roger and I played with his VHF radio tonight. It must be his hand held that makes a unique sound when he releases the talk button. It didn't appear to be his main radio. While we were messing around, I decided to look into the DSC calling feature. You can turn your VHF radio into a phone if both radios support DSC and have the MMSI number programmed in. So I "called" Roger on my VHF and his VHF radio rang just like a phone. He answered, and just like that we were talking on channel 10, but it was private and we didn't have to try to hail each other, etc. There are a number of channels available to pick from. Another feature I always wanted to play with, but never did. If you are with another boat, this is the way to go to connect on your VHF radio.
44, 45, 46
16 March 2018 | Last day in George Town
Sunny, low 70’s. Cloudy afternoon.
Not much doing these days. Tomorrow we leave George Town and start north, traveling up the east, unprotected side of the Exumas.
We did the long dinghy ride to town this morning. There we met the young gal from Another Adventure. She is active here, so we hear her frequently on the cruisers net. She left the states awhile back and has decided to keep going, never to return. She is heading south from here.
Leaving town and going through the tunnel/under the bridge, was more adventuresome than usual. The tide was coming in, creating standing waves under the bridge and on the other side. Rough and wet in a dinghy. Hold on we did - with both hands
We have started thinking about our schedule to return back to Florida. It is coming soon. I have started making my arrangements to get my boat back to Waukegan. It will be late May or early June. More on that later.
The blog photo shows a Leopard 44 and a Leopard 45. Missing is my brother's Leopard 46.
A ray of a trail.
14 March 2018 | George Town
Two cool, cloudy days in a row. Low 70’s. Same at night.
We walked the town yesterday. At least the part that went around the dinghy dock lake. Today we went for ice and fuel. The Shell station had been out of diesel the past few days, so it was busy. You have cars lining up for gas or diesel, and boaters lining up with their jerry jugs. There is one gasoline pump and one diesel pump. The credit card network was down and we didn’t bring enough cash ($100), so Roger had to dinghy 1.7 miles back to the boat. There is a bank here with ATM machines, but I wasn’t prepared to use them. There’s a lesson in there somewhere.
This afternoon we walked the island trails, still looking for that trail that cuts across the island at the Chat ‘n Chill. No luck, but getting closer. It was a nice walk, and folks have marked the trail at this end with various pieces of plastic garbage. The trail to the ocean is very obvious, so it seems really to just be a creative way to repurpose garbage. Most of our walk was along the beach on the Atlantic Ocean side of the island.
At the Chat ‘n Chill, we had a drink and watched the volleyball game. Then we went to the beach where the rays were gathered, swimming from person to person. At one point I saw four of them. The rays feel very silky/slimy on their undersides. One ray chased Tari out of the water. She got braver after that. For an animal with no fins, they can move through the water pretty well.
We ended the evening with a call to Keith and Lyn, checking up on them and seeing how Lyn was doing. She has started physical therapy - no surgery at this time. They are in good spirits and plans for next fall were discussed. I, however, am not ready to skip the summer of 2018.
Sailing, sailing ... even at anchor.
12 March 2018 | George Town
Sunny and 77. 13-17 knots SW wind
The wind filled in this morning, from the worse possible direction for this anchorage. As the waves started rolling in, I called Roger and suggested we bug out ASAP and head back to George Town to wait out the upcoming north winds there. So we got to sail on a reach and then a close reach. I only needed a genoa to move right along (5.5-6.8 knots). Roger has a small jib (typical of Hunters) and couldn’t get his boom furled main hoisted, so he motor sailed. Then his jib roller furler was jammed, so he had trouble with that also. We motor so much we forget how to sail. Roger tried to fix his furler at the anchorage with the wind blowing and the sail up. Sometimes they say a boat sails at anchorage, meaning it swings side to side. But in this case, the boat really was sailing. I was sure his anchor had come loose, but thank goodness, it held. The effort wore Roger out, so by the time I could get over to help, he gave up and we tied down the sail. Then he sat down for a drink.
After one sip, Tari had more good news - the freezer had stopped working - again. I convinced Roger to let me look at it. I was touching all the wires looking for a loose connection, when I found one very hot connection, and the freezer had only been running for a few seconds. It was a butt connector bringing power to the freezer. The plastic insulation had brown burn marks and it was so brittle, when Roger rubbed it, the insulation flaked off. So we replaced that connector. After that, it was time to finish our drinks.
Roger caught a smaller mackerel, and then three barracudas. So his fishing success continues.
Helping Hand … Three strikes (or one pull) you’re out
11 March 2018 | Thompson Bay
Sunny, calm, 77
It is sunny and feels hot today, with little breeze from the south. We haven't felt hot in a few weeks. Of course, this anchorage is not protected from the south, so we are all pointing toward open ocean, instead of nearby land. The day to come here was today - still a motor, but a quiet one. Let the weather tell you your schedule - don't force it. But make sure you pay attention to the weather so you are where you need to be for protection when the winds kick up. For example, being here in strong southwest or west winds would be bad.
There is a cruisers net here at Thompson Bay. Roger listened in, and someone was having charging/battery issues, which is a death knell for cruisers. So Roger loaned them one of his two generators. He then intended to make water using his other generator. You can guess what happened next. He yanked on the pull cord and it parted without starting the generator. So then he had a generator problem. He started taking the front apart to get to the spool. Tari finally got tired of our issues with doing that and brought us a YouTube video showing how to replace the pull cord - duhh. And of course, that involved taking apart the entire generator, including the four feet - everything except what we were trying to take apart. Tari always makes amazing dinners, but this time there was even an amazing lunch - pizza, to give us a break from our generator battle.
Using a bucket and rag, I washed down the dodger and all the stainless today to get the layer of salt off. Roger made five gallons of fresh water for me to do that. The solar panels are overhead, but even being six feet above the cockpit floor, they were still coated with salt.
The winds look interesting the next few days, so we are going to have to figure out where we can go and where we want to be.