Today we slept in. Last night was a blast. We spent the day doing a little spot cleaning and I spent the day writing and updating the website and blog. The website still needs work, but I will work on it as we go. We will be here for the next 3 days due to predicted high winds. We are trying to get to Del Ray Beach by this weekend to visit BJ’s friend Mac. It is close enough to Ft. Lauderdale that we can hopefully pick up the rest of our necessary supplies.
Simba is still not up to par and has not eaten that much since we started this trip. Hopefully she does not have an aversion to the flavor of her favorite food, since we have a lot of it on the boat.
We tried to find a gypsy restaurant for lunch today, but turned around before we reached it. We will try find the gypsies again tomorrow. We did, however, find a really nice restaurant here on Anastasia Island called Zhanra. It is a play on words for Genre. They have tapas and art. BJ’s Chicken quesadilla was reportedly better than the Banana Cabana on the Island Of Palms, SC. The food was excellent and we plan to go back tomorrow night for a Chicago blues band.
Not much to report today as we are just taking it easy.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Monday, December 31, 2007
New Year's Eve
We took advantage of a nice day to reorganize and clean the boat. Well not the whole boat just some of it. It was a nice day in St. Augustine. We had dinner last night, and lunch today at the Conch House Restaurant. The food is pretty decent. So far the best item is the blackened fresh grouper with the parmesan red potatoes. I would stay away from the “award winning” conch chowder. It is supposed to be spicy and was forewarned by our waitress. It was not spicy, and really did not have a lot of flavor. There were more green bell peppers than conch in it. The baked mahi-mahi was good, but the shrimps and scallops that accompanied it were way overcooked. It took me three tries to get a bottle of wine, as apparently we were operating off an old list.
The boat listed heavily to starboard and is leaning to the aft pretty steep. We tried to get more organized than we readjusted our heavy items in the process to counterbalance the list we had. I have to make a point that Searay did not really design the storage lockers in the boat very well. All of the big lockers are on the starboard side, along with the refrigerator and freezer. We filled the freezer with at least 30 lbs. of meat in Charleston. BJ and Bill spent several hours with the vacuum sealer that Terry had given us. All in all, we balanced it a little better, but it is still not perfect. I am even considering adding artificial ballast to offset the lists, but I really do not want to ADD weight to the boat.
I took the sunny warmish opportunity in the afternoon to wash the boat. It was obvious that that has not happened in a while. I did not do an excellent job, but I got a pretty thick layer of grime off of it.
I then went to West Marine to try to get parts to repair different systems. They did not have much, in the way of supplies so I basically came back with a hose and some snaps. We discovered the snap-in canvas floor runners before we left, and I am going to install the snaps in an attempt to save the carpet. I feel obligated because on the initial name changing ceremony, our neighbor Jennifer offered to clean the extremely stained carpet in the salon. Not only did she keep to her word, but she cleaned the carpet in the entire boat. A big thanks goes out to Jennifer from the ‘hood.
We ate a nice Filet Mignon with beef and mushroom risotto next to fresh broccoli florets dinner at Café ESweet before we went out to party at the marina bar to ring in the new year. BJ was a big hit (imagine that) with the band and the other partiers. We danced the night away to some funky sounds from the Brian Turner and Rip Tide Band. As we got to know the band members, we learned that the guitar player Brian Turner’s son and was just visiting from California. He left us his contact information and when we went to hi myspace page, he is really a very talented blues guitarist. If you are interested check out http://myspace.com/thebenrobinsonband. I am sure he would appreciate it and I think his music is great.
The boat listed heavily to starboard and is leaning to the aft pretty steep. We tried to get more organized than we readjusted our heavy items in the process to counterbalance the list we had. I have to make a point that Searay did not really design the storage lockers in the boat very well. All of the big lockers are on the starboard side, along with the refrigerator and freezer. We filled the freezer with at least 30 lbs. of meat in Charleston. BJ and Bill spent several hours with the vacuum sealer that Terry had given us. All in all, we balanced it a little better, but it is still not perfect. I am even considering adding artificial ballast to offset the lists, but I really do not want to ADD weight to the boat.
I took the sunny warmish opportunity in the afternoon to wash the boat. It was obvious that that has not happened in a while. I did not do an excellent job, but I got a pretty thick layer of grime off of it.
I then went to West Marine to try to get parts to repair different systems. They did not have much, in the way of supplies so I basically came back with a hose and some snaps. We discovered the snap-in canvas floor runners before we left, and I am going to install the snaps in an attempt to save the carpet. I feel obligated because on the initial name changing ceremony, our neighbor Jennifer offered to clean the extremely stained carpet in the salon. Not only did she keep to her word, but she cleaned the carpet in the entire boat. A big thanks goes out to Jennifer from the ‘hood.
We ate a nice Filet Mignon with beef and mushroom risotto next to fresh broccoli florets dinner at Café ESweet before we went out to party at the marina bar to ring in the new year. BJ was a big hit (imagine that) with the band and the other partiers. We danced the night away to some funky sounds from the Brian Turner and Rip Tide Band. As we got to know the band members, we learned that the guitar player Brian Turner’s son and was just visiting from California. He left us his contact information and when we went to hi myspace page, he is really a very talented blues guitarist. If you are interested check out http://myspace.com/thebenrobinsonband. I am sure he would appreciate it and I think his music is great.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Cast Off!
Well we got underway today, finally! Thanks to Terry and Bill, we had the formal name changing ceremony around 11 o’clock last night. This is very important as Neptune needs to be appeased with much libation in the form of champagne poured in precise timing and direction as I gave the water and wind gods our request for good fortune under the boat’s new name: Executive Sweet.
We are about a week late in our departure so to make up for that, we decided (or it was decided for us) that we would take a trip with about a weeks worth of adventure. I gained a lot of experience on today's trip so I will share some lessons learned here.
The Plan
Cast off from home port Mt. Pleasant, SC
Arrive in St. Augustine Florida (around 229 miles, as the boat goes)
Reality
Arose at 0500 to take last minute items to the boat and check the weather. At around 0530 I went in to tell BJ that maybe we should either wait one day, or go down the IntraCoastal Water Way (ICW). Going through the ICW, or “the ditch" (yes even the acronym has a nickname) is painfully slow and would take about 3 days to get to St. Augustine. Not only that, but it is often narrow with lots of obstacles so if we did the ditch, we would have to wait until the fog lifted. Oh, I did not tell you about that. We woke up to less than ¼ mile visibility due to dense fog. BJ decided she had gotten up early for once so we should not waste that occasion. We cast off at 0615 just in time to get over the shallow hump in front of the house. I did not notice the reduced visibility until we hit the Wando River. There I realized that the fog was as bad as the weather channel had predicted. I just put on the new radar/chart plotter the week before, so I did not really know how to use it efficiently. Plus the radar did not check out properly in the sea trials and the echoes are reading about 0.1 mile closer that they actually are which is better than the other way.
With the fog so thick, I did not want to go in the ICW because it is too difficult to navigate and the radar was not 100% calibrated, so we slowly headed out into the Charleston Harbor using one of my newly added equipment: the fog horn. We cruised out of the harbor at 9 knots and turned south, where I tried to use my recently plotted route and new autopilot. It did not work as I thought it would, but I managed to program the autopilot to go to a waypoint that I marked just outside of St. Augustine, 211 statute miles away. Once we were finally out in the big water and I got used to (trusted) my radar, we went ahead and brought her up to 22 knots heading south. There were 1-2 foot rollers, so it was not that bad.
The fog finally lifted at 1040, but the waves were now running 3-4 feet so the ride got a little uncomfortable for the crew. We learned that Simba is not short for Simbad the sailor. I looked down to the cockpit and told BJ that I thought the dog was seasick because she was kind of foaming at the mouth. Since we were in heavy seas and the sea spray was coming in the cockpit along with the diesel fumes, I figured that Simba would more enjoy the bridge of the boat so BJ carefully coaxed her up in between the sudden rolls and jerks of the boat in the now 4 foot waves. That decision may not have been the best because after about 15 minutes, she left her breakfast in the corner of the helm, although she seemed to feel a little better after that although she shed profusely. I wish I had as much hair as she left behind in the cockpit and bridge area.
It was a long day in really rough seas. At one point I think there were 6 footers and they were stacking up onto each other, which made it very difficult to find any type of trough to steer the boat into. BJ and Simba spent the entire day laying down in the front of the bridge.
Me on the other hand, was learning a new skill; how to find and dodge thunderstorms using the radar. There were several thunderstorms on the way down, and that is particularly significant and the winds around these storms were stronger and they shifted directions often, which make the waves larger and more unpredictable. At this time we had to slow down to 20 knots in an attempt to keep the boat from hitting down too hard. I had no idea what the cabin looked like in these seas. We spent over a week loading it up, and there is a lot of stuff everywhere, I just hoped it was everywhere that we placed it
When we were about 9 miles from the inlet, the fuel gauges read empty, but my fuel log that I had been keeping indicated that I should have had plenty of fuel. I noticed something on the radar, but I could not really see anything because of the glare from the sun glistening off the water. I then saw what looked like a bunch of fish or something jumping out of the water so I slowed down to identify it. When I came off plane, my starboard motor quit and my bilge pumps started to run. I restarted the motor and had BJ steer the boat towards the waypoint. We were in pretty rough seas since a bunch of afternoon thunderstorms had just passed by, so going down into the bilge was not an appealing thought, but I needed to know how much water we were taking on, so down I went. Oh I can’t tell you how great diesel smells when it is hot, noisy and I am trying to balance myself from the 3 foot waves hitting the boat abeam to, and I am leaning over moving parts trying to find the source of the water that is pouring in from the outer stringers. I narrowed it down to a leaky stuffing box from the port side rudder, and it wasn’t leaking enough to stop our travels.
Now that I was back at the helm, I started getting nervous about the fuel gauges reading “E”, so I finished the leg at about 18 knots which gave me the best mileage on plane. At this time, we decided to start calling marinas. We wanted to stay at the municipal marina so we could walk to the historic district of St. Augustine; however they were completely booked for the New Year’s weekend. I tried another marina and there was no answer. So we decided to get fuel at the municipal marina and figure out where to go from there. Just as we cleared the inlet, a massive thunderstorm hit and reduced visibility to next to nothing, so I was driving in a strange port using GPS and uncalibrated radar only. I finally found the marina, passed under the Bridge of Lions and tied up at the fuel dock. The diesel price was $3.63 per gallon and after the reconciliation; I was about 40 gallons off with my crude fuel log so I will have to make some adjustments to how I calculate fuel burn for the future.
While fueling, a man came by and said to try the Conch House Marina since he just cancelled his reservation of his 32 foot boat. It was worth a shot, since all other marinas were booked, and BJ did not really want to anchor off. We had a little luck as it was the cancellation that allowed us to move over to the Conch House Marina on the back side of Anastasia Island. We pulled in the pitch dark and found our slip and a couple of dock hands standing by. We will probably be here for 3 to 4 days due to a cold front coming in with a lot of wind. We need the time to get the boat situated anyways, so we will make good use of our stay and enjoy ringing in the New Year here in St. Augustine.
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The Conch House Marina
This is a real nice marina with an extremely helpful staff. There is an on-site restaurant, a little bar, and a motel. The ship’s store is not very well stocked, but there is a West Marine store less than a $10.00 cab ride away. There are fuel docks here, but I already fueled up so I did not look at the prices.
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We are about a week late in our departure so to make up for that, we decided (or it was decided for us) that we would take a trip with about a weeks worth of adventure. I gained a lot of experience on today's trip so I will share some lessons learned here.
The Plan
Cast off from home port Mt. Pleasant, SC
Arrive in St. Augustine Florida (around 229 miles, as the boat goes)
Reality
Arose at 0500 to take last minute items to the boat and check the weather. At around 0530 I went in to tell BJ that maybe we should either wait one day, or go down the IntraCoastal Water Way (ICW). Going through the ICW, or “the ditch" (yes even the acronym has a nickname) is painfully slow and would take about 3 days to get to St. Augustine. Not only that, but it is often narrow with lots of obstacles so if we did the ditch, we would have to wait until the fog lifted. Oh, I did not tell you about that. We woke up to less than ¼ mile visibility due to dense fog. BJ decided she had gotten up early for once so we should not waste that occasion. We cast off at 0615 just in time to get over the shallow hump in front of the house. I did not notice the reduced visibility until we hit the Wando River. There I realized that the fog was as bad as the weather channel had predicted. I just put on the new radar/chart plotter the week before, so I did not really know how to use it efficiently. Plus the radar did not check out properly in the sea trials and the echoes are reading about 0.1 mile closer that they actually are which is better than the other way.
With the fog so thick, I did not want to go in the ICW because it is too difficult to navigate and the radar was not 100% calibrated, so we slowly headed out into the Charleston Harbor using one of my newly added equipment: the fog horn. We cruised out of the harbor at 9 knots and turned south, where I tried to use my recently plotted route and new autopilot. It did not work as I thought it would, but I managed to program the autopilot to go to a waypoint that I marked just outside of St. Augustine, 211 statute miles away. Once we were finally out in the big water and I got used to (trusted) my radar, we went ahead and brought her up to 22 knots heading south. There were 1-2 foot rollers, so it was not that bad.
The fog finally lifted at 1040, but the waves were now running 3-4 feet so the ride got a little uncomfortable for the crew. We learned that Simba is not short for Simbad the sailor. I looked down to the cockpit and told BJ that I thought the dog was seasick because she was kind of foaming at the mouth. Since we were in heavy seas and the sea spray was coming in the cockpit along with the diesel fumes, I figured that Simba would more enjoy the bridge of the boat so BJ carefully coaxed her up in between the sudden rolls and jerks of the boat in the now 4 foot waves. That decision may not have been the best because after about 15 minutes, she left her breakfast in the corner of the helm, although she seemed to feel a little better after that although she shed profusely. I wish I had as much hair as she left behind in the cockpit and bridge area.
It was a long day in really rough seas. At one point I think there were 6 footers and they were stacking up onto each other, which made it very difficult to find any type of trough to steer the boat into. BJ and Simba spent the entire day laying down in the front of the bridge.
Me on the other hand, was learning a new skill; how to find and dodge thunderstorms using the radar. There were several thunderstorms on the way down, and that is particularly significant and the winds around these storms were stronger and they shifted directions often, which make the waves larger and more unpredictable. At this time we had to slow down to 20 knots in an attempt to keep the boat from hitting down too hard. I had no idea what the cabin looked like in these seas. We spent over a week loading it up, and there is a lot of stuff everywhere, I just hoped it was everywhere that we placed it
When we were about 9 miles from the inlet, the fuel gauges read empty, but my fuel log that I had been keeping indicated that I should have had plenty of fuel. I noticed something on the radar, but I could not really see anything because of the glare from the sun glistening off the water. I then saw what looked like a bunch of fish or something jumping out of the water so I slowed down to identify it. When I came off plane, my starboard motor quit and my bilge pumps started to run. I restarted the motor and had BJ steer the boat towards the waypoint. We were in pretty rough seas since a bunch of afternoon thunderstorms had just passed by, so going down into the bilge was not an appealing thought, but I needed to know how much water we were taking on, so down I went. Oh I can’t tell you how great diesel smells when it is hot, noisy and I am trying to balance myself from the 3 foot waves hitting the boat abeam to, and I am leaning over moving parts trying to find the source of the water that is pouring in from the outer stringers. I narrowed it down to a leaky stuffing box from the port side rudder, and it wasn’t leaking enough to stop our travels.
Now that I was back at the helm, I started getting nervous about the fuel gauges reading “E”, so I finished the leg at about 18 knots which gave me the best mileage on plane. At this time, we decided to start calling marinas. We wanted to stay at the municipal marina so we could walk to the historic district of St. Augustine; however they were completely booked for the New Year’s weekend. I tried another marina and there was no answer. So we decided to get fuel at the municipal marina and figure out where to go from there. Just as we cleared the inlet, a massive thunderstorm hit and reduced visibility to next to nothing, so I was driving in a strange port using GPS and uncalibrated radar only. I finally found the marina, passed under the Bridge of Lions and tied up at the fuel dock. The diesel price was $3.63 per gallon and after the reconciliation; I was about 40 gallons off with my crude fuel log so I will have to make some adjustments to how I calculate fuel burn for the future.
While fueling, a man came by and said to try the Conch House Marina since he just cancelled his reservation of his 32 foot boat. It was worth a shot, since all other marinas were booked, and BJ did not really want to anchor off. We had a little luck as it was the cancellation that allowed us to move over to the Conch House Marina on the back side of Anastasia Island. We pulled in the pitch dark and found our slip and a couple of dock hands standing by. We will probably be here for 3 to 4 days due to a cold front coming in with a lot of wind. We need the time to get the boat situated anyways, so we will make good use of our stay and enjoy ringing in the New Year here in St. Augustine.
The Conch House Marina
This is a real nice marina with an extremely helpful staff. There is an on-site restaurant, a little bar, and a motel. The ship’s store is not very well stocked, but there is a West Marine store less than a $10.00 cab ride away. There are fuel docks here, but I already fueled up so I did not look at the prices.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
The Big Island
We are here in the US! I am sorry for the last week of no updates, but between being at the Atlantis with so much to do, and Bimini with no internet, I have not had time. This is just a quick update to let you know we are alive, but I will get back to filling in the posts soon with pictures. We are in Florida for the Miami boat show until Sunday. We will be driving back with my partner Dave.
P.S. The Coast Guard got theirs. I go boarded in sight of leaving Bimini. No problems, except 45 minute delay in very rough waters.
P.S. The Coast Guard got theirs. I go boarded in sight of leaving Bimini. No problems, except 45 minute delay in very rough waters.
Monday, January 29, 2007
ELVIS Has Left the Abacos
Well, after two days in Little Harbor moored outside of Pete's Pub, BJ wants to find some new scenery. The seas are predicted at 4-6 and the winds are 15-20Knots from the NW. There is an anchorage just around the point about 10 miles south of here, as our destination is south, we did not want to back track up to the north and we are in the southern tip of the Sea of Abaco. I plotted the trip to Cherokee (10 miles south) as well as Nassau and Harbor Island. I thought it might be tolerable since the wind would be to our back and we were also on the leeward side of the island. Soon we stowed all of our gear, had a little breakfast and by 11:30AM we were off.
We left Little Harbor at low tide, and there were times my depth sounder was reading less than 3 feet, which is what we draw, but we made it out safely, and started to plane. We went through the cut, which look a lot nicer than when we came in due to the wind direction. Right outside the cut was the first waypoint. We had to decide whether to go SE for Nassau, SW for Harbor Island or hug the coast to go to the settlement. BJ thought it was a little rough but passable so we decided to go to Harbor Island, since it was only 50 miles through the open water vice 80 miles to Nassau.
The waves were 2-4feet with long rollers so I tried to pick a speed and direction to make our journey somewhat pleasant. It worked for a while, but then the waves started to grow. About half way there, my crew was horizontal in the back of the cockpit trying to keep her sea-sickness under control. The waves were more like 3-5feet at this time, and it was really starting to get hairy. We ran like this for a couple of hours. I would try to tack out to sea for the best ride, then turn back to our target waypoint. Occasionally we would hit it pretty hard. I was climbing up the back side of the waves, and surfing down the front side, without being able to keep the right pace to stay in between the peaks.
Well, at least we were over half way through, it should lighten up the closer we get to land. That is what got me through the rough water until we got closer to land. I did forget about one little thing when it comes to the sea; the closer you get to land the more undertows and rips you get. So as we closed within 10 miles of Northern Eleuthera, the waves got bigger (at least 6feet), and the period between peaks got smaller. This was like a rodeo, but I could not get off after 8 seconds. We (I-- BJ was still lying down in the back) would be looking straight up, then it was everything I could do to keep the bow above water. The distance between the peaks were only about twice my boat length. I tried every speed and tack I could to try to get a better ride, but I did not have any luck, so we motored through.
Then I saw it! Land, and the waypoint was rapidly approaching on the GPS. Finally it would smooth out. We still had another 15 miles to go after we got to the island, but at least we would be in protected waters. so I thought. As we headed east at the waypoint, only about 20 yards from the shoreline where the water was breaking up to 15 feet in the air, I realized that the protected waters, was really the only passage between N. Eleuthera and the shallow breakers north of it. So now we are basically in some really rough surf along the beach and my boat is parallel to the waves. I did not want to go too fast because we were really close to the shore, and the depth was getting extremely shallow.
I should take the time now to tell you that most people opt to pick up a pilot in Spanish Wells to take you Harbor Island because it is very tricky and extremely shallow. This was our original plan, BUT the water was so rough, and we would have had to turn west at the waypoint, PLUS BJ was not doing well, so I figured we would just trod through. OK, back to the adventure.
I have been studying the colors of the waters for nearly a month, but still get leery around the light teal colored waters, especially with the brownish looking rocks that seem to be right at the surface. So with this in mind, I am picking my way through the surf for about 1/2 mile studying the GPS, looking at the depth sounder and using my visual readings. I should also mention that I do not have the paper charts for the Far Bahamas, so as soon as we headed SE this morning, we were literally "off the charts". We finally rounded the corner south into the protected waters, and my crew rejoined me for the remainder of the trip. I used the GPS and zig-zagged through the tricky waters until we had Valentines Marina directly ahead of us.
I called the marina and the dock hand met me at the dock. Docking was surprisingly easy even with the wind. He asked where we had come from and was aghast when we told him "The Abacos". We were the only boat to pull into the marina today, and amazingly enough the only boat I saw on the water. Hmmmm, I wonder why!?!?
So here we are: Harbor Island.
We left Little Harbor at low tide, and there were times my depth sounder was reading less than 3 feet, which is what we draw, but we made it out safely, and started to plane. We went through the cut, which look a lot nicer than when we came in due to the wind direction. Right outside the cut was the first waypoint. We had to decide whether to go SE for Nassau, SW for Harbor Island or hug the coast to go to the settlement. BJ thought it was a little rough but passable so we decided to go to Harbor Island, since it was only 50 miles through the open water vice 80 miles to Nassau.
The waves were 2-4feet with long rollers so I tried to pick a speed and direction to make our journey somewhat pleasant. It worked for a while, but then the waves started to grow. About half way there, my crew was horizontal in the back of the cockpit trying to keep her sea-sickness under control. The waves were more like 3-5feet at this time, and it was really starting to get hairy. We ran like this for a couple of hours. I would try to tack out to sea for the best ride, then turn back to our target waypoint. Occasionally we would hit it pretty hard. I was climbing up the back side of the waves, and surfing down the front side, without being able to keep the right pace to stay in between the peaks.
Well, at least we were over half way through, it should lighten up the closer we get to land. That is what got me through the rough water until we got closer to land. I did forget about one little thing when it comes to the sea; the closer you get to land the more undertows and rips you get. So as we closed within 10 miles of Northern Eleuthera, the waves got bigger (at least 6feet), and the period between peaks got smaller. This was like a rodeo, but I could not get off after 8 seconds. We (I-- BJ was still lying down in the back) would be looking straight up, then it was everything I could do to keep the bow above water. The distance between the peaks were only about twice my boat length. I tried every speed and tack I could to try to get a better ride, but I did not have any luck, so we motored through.
Then I saw it! Land, and the waypoint was rapidly approaching on the GPS. Finally it would smooth out. We still had another 15 miles to go after we got to the island, but at least we would be in protected waters. so I thought. As we headed east at the waypoint, only about 20 yards from the shoreline where the water was breaking up to 15 feet in the air, I realized that the protected waters, was really the only passage between N. Eleuthera and the shallow breakers north of it. So now we are basically in some really rough surf along the beach and my boat is parallel to the waves. I did not want to go too fast because we were really close to the shore, and the depth was getting extremely shallow.
I should take the time now to tell you that most people opt to pick up a pilot in Spanish Wells to take you Harbor Island because it is very tricky and extremely shallow. This was our original plan, BUT the water was so rough, and we would have had to turn west at the waypoint, PLUS BJ was not doing well, so I figured we would just trod through. OK, back to the adventure.
I have been studying the colors of the waters for nearly a month, but still get leery around the light teal colored waters, especially with the brownish looking rocks that seem to be right at the surface. So with this in mind, I am picking my way through the surf for about 1/2 mile studying the GPS, looking at the depth sounder and using my visual readings. I should also mention that I do not have the paper charts for the Far Bahamas, so as soon as we headed SE this morning, we were literally "off the charts". We finally rounded the corner south into the protected waters, and my crew rejoined me for the remainder of the trip. I used the GPS and zig-zagged through the tricky waters until we had Valentines Marina directly ahead of us.
I called the marina and the dock hand met me at the dock. Docking was surprisingly easy even with the wind. He asked where we had come from and was aghast when we told him "The Abacos". We were the only boat to pull into the marina today, and amazingly enough the only boat I saw on the water. Hmmmm, I wonder why!?!?
So here we are: Harbor Island.
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