Agonizing! Simply agonizing! Tropical storm Erika has altered paths and the prediction is now for it to head up the west coast possibly centering on Fort Myers. Crap! So much for my prediction. Here we sit side tied to a fixed dock with no props! We can't run back in land for protection. We can't even move the boat other than by hand. This doesn't leave a lot of options.
The wind may not be as big a problem as the storm surge. Currently they predict Erika will not reach hurricane status (winds over 75 m.p.h) but if there is a storm surge someone (meaning me!) will have to be here to adjust the dock lines to accommodate the storm surge since it is not a floating dock.
Doc's Holiday has been through 4 hurricanes and sustained only minor damage such as scratches, rub marks and ( in Hurricane Ike) damage to the props and teak rail when the 20 foot storm surge lifted her off the stands and she settled back down on the keel and stabilizers up against another boat. During one of the unpredicted storms Beth and I worked all night to adjust lines to keep the boat out from under the slip roof so she wouldn't get crushed like many of the other boats did because there was no one to help adjust lines.
Well, I guess I will slow down now!
Beth is able to get some reading, cleaning and most importantly cooking done. Hmm! I see brownies in my future and her roast beef is delicious. I am able to get a few more maintenance issues addressed.
Getting a good recommendation from the Hatteras Owners Forum about a straight forward, honest air conditioning tech named Bruce Weld located in Fort Myers, I contacted him to come have a look. The $3,000 estimate I got to replace the air conditioner was fixed for $150.00 and he replaced my holding tank filter while he was here.
No, I don't think the people in St. Augustine intentionally tried to sell me a new install. Here is what I think happened. Remember Danny Kennedy and I found two burnt wires on the air conditioner condenser. We rewired them with screw on caps. One of the wires came off but couldn't be seen without removing the cap. The cover on the relay for this air conditioner had at some time in the past been mixed up with the state room air conditioner which was a 6000 BTU . The failed air conditioner is a 12,000 BTU so the readings on the coil were much higher and the tech interpreted that to mean the unit was failing. Being an old unit it was reasonable to suggest an entire new unit. Bottom line a very experienced and honest tech solved the problem and the boat is very comfortably cool.....even for a Canadian! Great we will be comfortable when we get blown away!!
In the mean time we will explore Fort Myers. The Edison mansion and enclave is nearby and there are lots of pubs within walking distance. They even have an entire store called "Naples Soaps" filled with wonderfully fragrant smells. You know the kind that arouses your senses when your wife gets out of the bath and crawls in bed beside you. I wanted to buy a bushel basket full but Beth declined. Ha...I will sneak back and get some!
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Friday, August 28, 2015
Fort Myers
John, the manager at River Forest Yachting Center in LaBelle is prompt. As promised he pulled Doc's Holiday at 08:30 and within 45 minutes the crew had the bottom of Doc's Holiday pressure washed. It wasn't really dirty and our loss of 1 knot at cruising rpm was most likely due to the damaged props. Not only was their a piece curled over (Beth can claim it!) but it was obvious that we had touched bottom a couple of times with the tips of the props shining from the abrasive sand shoals.
Our prop damage is minor compared to this boat. He happened to be beside a boat that caught fire that spread to his.
Floating the boat, we waved good by and headed for Fort Myers wanting to get their before the afternoon thundershowers. We thought the delay at the Ortono lock was no longer in effect.....wrong! We took 2 hours of idling the motors and holding position in the middle of the river, waiting for the lock to open.
Lightning with rolling thunder started just as we entered the Fort Myers basin so we throttled up and made it into the marina, just as the lightning storm passed behind us. As we tied up and finished filling the forward fuel tanks the rain started as another storm passed near. The Internet radar showed MUCH more headed our way, but we were secure.
Beth contacted our daughter Jennifer in Naples. She and our grandson Cameron drove up to see us and join us for dinner. They arrived just as the heavens let loose. For the next 2 hours we couldn't leave the boat as the 40 mile an hour wind swept the rain sideways into a torrent of water pounding the windows. Finally, we were hungry enough to brave the downpour and the boat bouncing off the dock. We jumped off and got soaked running for the car.
Stopping at Mel's Diner, chilled from the drenching and the air conditioning, we were still able to laugh and joke at our predicament and enjoy a filling meal. Still, I was surprised when Cameron and Nami ordered ice cream for dessert! Now they were really cold!
With unsettled weather predicted for the next few days, we elected to stay in Fort Myers to get the props repaired. Hurricane Erica is predicted to be near by Monday morning so we may have to stay put until things settle down next week. Maybe the atmospheric turmoil from Erica will settle down the thunderstorms long enough for us to get the boat across to Port St. Joe.
Tom the diver removing props.
With the props off we can't move the boat which presented us with an opportune time to work on the boat. I started on getting the motors in optimal condition for the crossing. This meant addressing the issue of the port motor heating up at full throttle. It is strongly advised that the temperatures do not exceed 200 degrees They should run between 185 and 195 degrees. I struggled to get the intake and output hoses off the heat exchanger and finally hooked up a 12 volt bilge pump to push phosphoric acid through to clean up any rust or debris that might be impeding flow and heat transfer through the coils. I guess I underestimated the capacity of the chambers because the 5 gallon pail kept emptying....Not sure of just where the acid was all going, I let the acid sit in the system for 45 minutes than flushed it all out. It is supposed to circulate via the pump for 2 hours, but time will tell if my technique worked. First chance I get. we will throttle up and see where the temps stabilize.
The prop repair shop initially indicated that they might be able to have the props back on in 2 days. Just got word that they won't be ready until Monday....oops!
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Vero Beach to the Ocheechobee
So far our plan of leaving early in the morning (daylight when possible) and being in a marina or anchored by 2 or 3 in the afternoon has worked admirably for being secure when the thunderstorms roll through. We had an easy cruise down the ICW from Vero Beach turning inland at Stuart, Fl and heading across the Okeechobee waterway.
For those not familiar with the geography this waterway is a cut through the middle of Florida, thus avoiding having to go all the way down to Key West on the east coast and back up the west coast to Fort Myers. Well marked with little current and few obstructions, it is a joy to travel. One can leisurely watch the boat's coarse and take time to admire the beautiful architecture and landscaping of the homes lining the banks.
Dotted with marinas and no significant tide, it is easier to estimate where we will be in the early afternoon and thus easier to pick out a marina. Since our next challenge was to get across Lake Ocheechobee before any significant winds or thunderstorms came up, we stopped at Indian Town Marina located about 10 miles east of the Port Mayaca Lock. This would be our entry to the lake which is described as "Can get very rough. Think of a puddle of water with wind blowing over it!" The lake level is controlled to a depth of 12.5 feet via the locks at each side. If the water goes below this level than they drop the opening of the locks from "on demand" to a schedule of 4 times daily. The boats just have to wait. In fact they are apparently working on the Ortona lock and we were informed it is only open from 7:00 to 7:30/ 12:00 to 12:30 and 4:00 to 5:00. This could slow us down but at least we are in relatively protected waters.
Port Mayaka Lock
Our start into Lake Ocheechobee was significant. Just as Beth took over the helm, the starboard propeller tinged off of an obstruction. It was listed as possibly no longer being there on Active Captain but it was and we touched it. There didn't appear to be any vibration when I increased the boat speed but before doing our crossing to Carrabelle, this would need to be checked.
We got across the lake before the wind came up, locked through at Moore Haven, watched numerous alligators move out of the way and landed at River Forest Yachting Center at La Belle.
It was a tight entry but when I saw boats larger than mine at the docks I knew we could get in and there was enough room once in, that I could spin the boat around and easily drift into the the cement dock. Once tied up we quickly got the power on and the air conditioners going but the lounge area just doesn't cool off without the help of the rear air conditioner. This will be the first thing I fix when we get to Port St. Joe.
Trying to cool off!
The owners immediately informed us that there was another Hurricane (Erica) headed our way with increased winds possibly by Monday. They would be making a decision about starting to haul out 13 boats and yes they had 4 more spots if we decided to stay. After looking at the projected path on the Boat US Hurricane tracking website, it is just not clear if the storm will go out to sea toward Bermuda, go up the east coast, or get into the gulf and go up the west coast.
After some intense discussion Beth and I came up with a plan. First, we will have the boat hauled out here in the morning to have the bottom pressure washed and the props checked. Next, we have plotted our course from here to Clearwater with stops at Fort Myers, Venice, and Desoto Park near Tampa Bay. The municipal marina in Clearwater has indicated that they have slips that can accommodate us and although they can't pull the boat out of the water they can secure it in the slip should "Erica" come our way.
There is a High Pressure predicted to settle in the area this weekend and the jet stream is south, so I predict (Ha! Ha!) that the storm will get pushed off the east coast. Nevertheless, we can leave the boat in Clearwater, rent a car to go to Port St. Joe and get our second set of props or get out of the way of the storm, if need be. This will at least put us in position for our crossing to Carrabelle.
Already we are agonizing about "The Crossing". Neither of us really want to do a night crossing, not only because we can't see what is in the water but also because of the thunderstorms which start in the afternoon and sometimes persist into the night. It would be safer, I think to do this crossing as quickly as possible during daylight hours. This would mean hopscotching up the coast to Steinhatchee which is only 60 miles from the entry to Carrabelle, running the boat on the top end(13 to 15 knots), and leaving at daybreak to make the crossing in about 4 hours which would put us into port before the winds and thunderstorms start up. The problem is that this area is very shallow with lots of obstructions (ie. it is recommended to only go up the Steinhatchee river at high tide and a south west wind if you draw over 4 ft of water. Of course, we draw 4.5 feet and we had our starboard motor heat up when we made the run from Boston to Cape Cod at full throttle! (which had much colder water!) The alternative is to do the night crossing at trawler speed. This is going to take some planning and a good weather window.
As the venerable Bob Bitchin so aptly put it, "The difference between an ordeal and an adventure, is attitude!"
What would you do?
Sunday, August 23, 2015
St Augustine, New Smyrna Beach, Fl and Titusville and on to Vero Beach.
This was the longest time we have waited to get enough tide to pass the shoaling water of the ICW. Even though we didn't pull away from the dock until 9:30, which gave us an hour of incoming tide and almost 2 hours of tide before we hit the shallow areas, we still passed one section which showed only 3 feet of water under the boat. Our props will hit at 2.9 feet! Nevertheless, we got through without hitting bottom.
We were now seeing an increase in big boat traffic, passing a number of cruisers going in the opposite direction. Several passed, but only one had the courtesy to ease back on the throttles and give us a slow pass....hmmm....seems like things have changed a little here....but I guess I will continue to slow down for the passing cruisers (except of course for the Sea Rays and Sports fishermen who continue to show complete disregard for anyone on the water!)
Two boats that had some bad luck!
Leaving late of course, put us at risk for the afternoon thunderstorms but I reasoned that with the violent deluge we sustained in St. Augustine there couldn't be that much turbulence left in the atmosphere. This appeared to be true. Other than a constant wind on our nose that slowed us down we had clear cruising all the way to New Smyrna Beach Municipal Marina.
Ponce de Leon Inlet Lighthouse
The former days deluge, however was strong enough that our upper helm depth finder leaked and showed droplets inside the screen. After we settled in, I pulled the monitor off, disassembled and cleaned out the water, dried it, and siliconed every place a heavy rain might penetrate. This Datamarine monitor is original equipment and of course the transducer for measuring the depth will apparently not match up with any of the new monitors on the market, so I will treat this one tenderly.
This fellow does not seem to be frightened of the owl!
Not sure what this was about.
Not having the aft saloon air conditioner working we have to put up with a very hot seating area that takes a long time to cool down. Sophie and Spencer relish the fans we set up for them. They could go down into the bedrooms where the AC keeps everything comfortable but like humans they are "pack animals" and would rather put up with the heat rather than be separated from us.
The highlight of New Smyrna Beach was the Saturday morning Farmer's Market. We were able to stock up on fresh veggies and Indian River fruit. We didn't mind the 10 o'clock departure time because we were only going 35 miles to Titusville. It was Saturday and we knew all the fishermen, pontoon boaters and marine police would be on the water necessitating a slow ride.
Many dolphins riding our wake
and lots of Manatees to slow down for.
The Titusville Municipal Marina was an easy in/out and only one block away from a very large and clean dog park. Spencer ran around with the other dogs while Sophie stuck close to us only cautiously venturing a few feet away when another dog approached her. She has not seen this many dogs in one spot since she was a litter mate.
Sophie and Spencer were in awe of these large critters. Affectionately known as "Sea Cows", the Manatees were in abundance around the boats in the marina and we had to come to a full stop a couple of times to avoid hitting some in the ICW itself. Apparently they are vegetarians and just float around munching on any floating sea grass. It just wouldn't be a pleasant experience for the Manatee or the propellers if one hit one of these weird creatures.
Manatees at Titusville Marina getting a drink from the water pump on the boat!
Manatees in the Marina Harbor feeding on grass on top of the water
A follow up on the depth finder....no glory. It will have to be sent to Datamarine for a fix.
Beautiful sunrise this morning as we were leaving Titusville.
The rest of the ride to Vero Beach was plagued with Sunday boaters, who were out enjoying a nice sunny day on the water. I felt sorry for those who had beached their boats as the sports fishers and Sea Rays continued to wake them.
Cape Canaveral Nasa launch site
Dolphins..dolphins and more dolphins.....everywhere....even pink bellied dolphins!
Vero Beach has remained the same. Tim, the manager was very helpful and offered to drive me to the nearest West Marine and K Mart so we could replace our worn flag and get batteries for our spot locator. Seems this is their slow time of year and he chocks up the 40% increase in transient traffic during the busy time of the year to the lower fuel prices.
We were now seeing an increase in big boat traffic, passing a number of cruisers going in the opposite direction. Several passed, but only one had the courtesy to ease back on the throttles and give us a slow pass....hmmm....seems like things have changed a little here....but I guess I will continue to slow down for the passing cruisers (except of course for the Sea Rays and Sports fishermen who continue to show complete disregard for anyone on the water!)
Two boats that had some bad luck!
Leaving late of course, put us at risk for the afternoon thunderstorms but I reasoned that with the violent deluge we sustained in St. Augustine there couldn't be that much turbulence left in the atmosphere. This appeared to be true. Other than a constant wind on our nose that slowed us down we had clear cruising all the way to New Smyrna Beach Municipal Marina.
Ponce de Leon Inlet Lighthouse
The former days deluge, however was strong enough that our upper helm depth finder leaked and showed droplets inside the screen. After we settled in, I pulled the monitor off, disassembled and cleaned out the water, dried it, and siliconed every place a heavy rain might penetrate. This Datamarine monitor is original equipment and of course the transducer for measuring the depth will apparently not match up with any of the new monitors on the market, so I will treat this one tenderly.
Not having the aft saloon air conditioner working we have to put up with a very hot seating area that takes a long time to cool down. Sophie and Spencer relish the fans we set up for them. They could go down into the bedrooms where the AC keeps everything comfortable but like humans they are "pack animals" and would rather put up with the heat rather than be separated from us.
The highlight of New Smyrna Beach was the Saturday morning Farmer's Market. We were able to stock up on fresh veggies and Indian River fruit. We didn't mind the 10 o'clock departure time because we were only going 35 miles to Titusville. It was Saturday and we knew all the fishermen, pontoon boaters and marine police would be on the water necessitating a slow ride.
Many dolphins riding our wake
The Titusville Municipal Marina was an easy in/out and only one block away from a very large and clean dog park. Spencer ran around with the other dogs while Sophie stuck close to us only cautiously venturing a few feet away when another dog approached her. She has not seen this many dogs in one spot since she was a litter mate.
Sophie and Spencer were in awe of these large critters. Affectionately known as "Sea Cows", the Manatees were in abundance around the boats in the marina and we had to come to a full stop a couple of times to avoid hitting some in the ICW itself. Apparently they are vegetarians and just float around munching on any floating sea grass. It just wouldn't be a pleasant experience for the Manatee or the propellers if one hit one of these weird creatures.
A follow up on the depth finder....no glory. It will have to be sent to Datamarine for a fix.
The rest of the ride to Vero Beach was plagued with Sunday boaters, who were out enjoying a nice sunny day on the water. I felt sorry for those who had beached their boats as the sports fishers and Sea Rays continued to wake them.
Cape Canaveral Nasa launch site
Vero Beach has remained the same. Tim, the manager was very helpful and offered to drive me to the nearest West Marine and K Mart so we could replace our worn flag and get batteries for our spot locator. Seems this is their slow time of year and he chocks up the 40% increase in transient traffic during the busy time of the year to the lower fuel prices.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Cumberland Island to St. Augustine, Florida
Once again we would have to time our arrival allowing at least 2 hours of incoming tide so that we could pass the multiple shallow areas in the ICW, particularly around Fernandina Beach. One reviewer reported trying to pass at low tide and getting stuck in the middle between two markers! We changed our departure time to 8:30 knowing that would put our arrival later in the afternoon and thus increase our risk of having to endure the afternoon thunderstorms.
Leaving Cumberland Island and the Wild Horses
Three Coast Guard Cutters waiting at the Mouth of Fernandina Inlet to escort Navy Submarine into Kings Bay Naval Station
Our cruise was highlighted by some very playful Dolphins. It seems that the Florida Dolphins are just more playful than their northern cousins. This time an entire pod of, as near as I could count 8, not only rushed to play in the bow wave but also in the side waves. We kept hearing this slapping sound out the side doors of the boat. Sure enough, the Dolphins were jumping out of the side waves onto their sides making a loud slapping noise. Three of them seemed to be making a contest of who could jump the farthest and make the most noise!
As we waited for the Bridge of Lions in St. Augustine to open we had time to view the fort and the mooring field. It seems that boaters are just not moving at the present time. The mooring field was only partially filled and the downtown marina appeared almost empty. It started to rain and we heard the first rumblings of thunder.
" Pirate Ship" passing by
Castillo de San Marcos
Turning up the San Sebastian river, the rain and thunder increased with flashes of cloud to ground lightning several miles behind us. Beth got drenched just putting out the bumpers and by the time we got settled in at Rivers Edge Marina with the electric hookup, all of us (the dock master Paul included!) looked like drowned rats! Once again the severe lightning circled around us. I'm beginning to believe that Beth's suggestion of seeing the double rainbow has indicated we will have a good trip. My Brother-in-law, Danny Kennedy told me that when we were trying to leave Eastport, Maine but couldn't because of the fog, he had a drink to the "Rum Gods" and the next day we were able to leave! (I'm not superstitious but any boater will take all the luck they can get!)
It must be fate. When we stopped here in 2012 (see St. Augustine blog), I wrote about the fun time we had going to karaoke night at the on site restaurant, Hurricane Patties. Paul smiled and informed me it was karaoke night tonight and gave me a card for a 15% discount. We enjoyed a couple of cocktails prior to going, had a great meal, and enjoyed the entertainment. The stripper rope didn't appear this time, but the singers ranged from the acoustically caustic to some who could be professionals. Fun was had by all.
Up early I started at first daylight to wash the boat. The beginnings of "the ICW smile" had started to appear again on the bow of the boat. For those of you who do not know what this is, I will explain. There is a lot of tannin in the water in the ICW and with constant running the bow wave continuously pushes this tannin onto the front of the boat. After a while an ugly yellow stain appears giving the bow a "moustache" which is difficult to remove not only because it stains, but it is a difficult area to reach because of the angle of the bow to the rest of the boat. Repositioning Doc's Holiday so that the stern was out and the bow in close to the dock, I began to scrub. By 8:00 am I was drenched in sweat. By 10 am I had the port side and the aft of the boat done and I was exhausted.
A trip to the grocery store, West Marine and Auto Zone about a half a mile away got us stocked up with the essentials ie: half n half coffee creamer, a new boat hook, diesel klean additive for the fuel and fuses for the dingy bilge pump.
It just happened that a diver was about to clean the bottom of a trawler directly across the dock from us, so for a mere $30.00 tip he checked out my props and stabilizers and reassured me that other then the props being somewhat polished on the tips from going through sand they were not bent and shouldn't be a problem.
The salon aft air conditioner gave up the ghost. This one Danny Kennedy and I worked on in Eastport, noticed some burned wire connectors, replaced them and it has worked fine until today. Because of the oppressive heat and humidity all of the air conditioners have been getting a work out once we are stopped. There is absolutely no way one could sleep inside the boat without air. A fan just won't cut it for us Canadians. When southerners remark that they just can't stand the cold, I remind them that I can always put on more clothes to keep warm but I can only take off so many clothes to try and keep cool.
The marina quickly arranged to have the air conditioning people check it out. The problem ---age! The coils had exceptionally high resistance which apparently causes the amperage to increase and can result in some wiring connections getting burned. The unit would have to be replaced for an approximate estimate of $3,000.00. Worse though was that they wouldn't be able to get one from the distributor until next week. The decision was easy after talking to my buddy in Port St. Joe. When I asked Huin if there was anyone in Port St. Joe who could replace an air conditioner his reply was direct, as usual. "I just replaced two in my boat. Just get the boat home and don't worry about it . We can handle it!" On top of that tropical storm Danny just became a category 1 hurricane and although quite far away (in the windward islands), was headed this way. I would prefer to be in Port St. Joe where I can look after the boat and not on the east coast of Florida where these storms often travel.
A fuel truck arrived around noon, so we moved the boat to the fuel dock and took on 240 gallons of diesel, spilling only a few drops. At $2.35/gal this might be the cheapest fuel we would see for a while.
Returning to our slip, Beth and I discussed our options. We would keep moving tomorrow, but tonight we would enjoy St. Augustine. Beth called a taxi to take us downtown to the French Bistro we had visited in 2012 and declared it to have the "best french onion soup" we had ever tasted. It was no longer in existence, replaced by a crass place called "Omnivores"
Disappointed, we strolled the brick and cobblestone streets of old St. Augustine admiring the Spanish and British architecture of the old homes, some turned into beautiful Bed and Breakfast retreats, others turned into fine dining restaurants.
I glanced at the sky and remarked to Beth, "Something wicked this way comes!" Menacing black clouds rolled toward us and we began to hear more frequent and louder thunder.
We quickly entered a dining lounge and got seated as the intermittent rain drops increased and turned into a deluge. Cloud to cloud and cloud to ground lightning became almost incessant as the streets outside began to flood and the thunder rolled. Safely ensconced in a booth inside this concrete and stone building we worried about Spencer and Sophie being scared in the boat. Resolving that at the present there wasn't much we could do about it, we enjoyed a delicious meal and shared the best Key Lime Pie we have ever tasted. Maybe this place would remain and become our "go to place" when we visit in the future.
Returning to the boat we found the dogs were fine, but very happy to see us. Sophie went with Beth to bed while Spencer remained within inches of me while I plotted tomorrow's course.
Leaving Cumberland Island and the Wild Horses
Our cruise was highlighted by some very playful Dolphins. It seems that the Florida Dolphins are just more playful than their northern cousins. This time an entire pod of, as near as I could count 8, not only rushed to play in the bow wave but also in the side waves. We kept hearing this slapping sound out the side doors of the boat. Sure enough, the Dolphins were jumping out of the side waves onto their sides making a loud slapping noise. Three of them seemed to be making a contest of who could jump the farthest and make the most noise!
As we waited for the Bridge of Lions in St. Augustine to open we had time to view the fort and the mooring field. It seems that boaters are just not moving at the present time. The mooring field was only partially filled and the downtown marina appeared almost empty. It started to rain and we heard the first rumblings of thunder.
" Pirate Ship" passing by
Turning up the San Sebastian river, the rain and thunder increased with flashes of cloud to ground lightning several miles behind us. Beth got drenched just putting out the bumpers and by the time we got settled in at Rivers Edge Marina with the electric hookup, all of us (the dock master Paul included!) looked like drowned rats! Once again the severe lightning circled around us. I'm beginning to believe that Beth's suggestion of seeing the double rainbow has indicated we will have a good trip. My Brother-in-law, Danny Kennedy told me that when we were trying to leave Eastport, Maine but couldn't because of the fog, he had a drink to the "Rum Gods" and the next day we were able to leave! (I'm not superstitious but any boater will take all the luck they can get!)
It must be fate. When we stopped here in 2012 (see St. Augustine blog), I wrote about the fun time we had going to karaoke night at the on site restaurant, Hurricane Patties. Paul smiled and informed me it was karaoke night tonight and gave me a card for a 15% discount. We enjoyed a couple of cocktails prior to going, had a great meal, and enjoyed the entertainment. The stripper rope didn't appear this time, but the singers ranged from the acoustically caustic to some who could be professionals. Fun was had by all.
Up early I started at first daylight to wash the boat. The beginnings of "the ICW smile" had started to appear again on the bow of the boat. For those of you who do not know what this is, I will explain. There is a lot of tannin in the water in the ICW and with constant running the bow wave continuously pushes this tannin onto the front of the boat. After a while an ugly yellow stain appears giving the bow a "moustache" which is difficult to remove not only because it stains, but it is a difficult area to reach because of the angle of the bow to the rest of the boat. Repositioning Doc's Holiday so that the stern was out and the bow in close to the dock, I began to scrub. By 8:00 am I was drenched in sweat. By 10 am I had the port side and the aft of the boat done and I was exhausted.
A trip to the grocery store, West Marine and Auto Zone about a half a mile away got us stocked up with the essentials ie: half n half coffee creamer, a new boat hook, diesel klean additive for the fuel and fuses for the dingy bilge pump.
It just happened that a diver was about to clean the bottom of a trawler directly across the dock from us, so for a mere $30.00 tip he checked out my props and stabilizers and reassured me that other then the props being somewhat polished on the tips from going through sand they were not bent and shouldn't be a problem.
The salon aft air conditioner gave up the ghost. This one Danny Kennedy and I worked on in Eastport, noticed some burned wire connectors, replaced them and it has worked fine until today. Because of the oppressive heat and humidity all of the air conditioners have been getting a work out once we are stopped. There is absolutely no way one could sleep inside the boat without air. A fan just won't cut it for us Canadians. When southerners remark that they just can't stand the cold, I remind them that I can always put on more clothes to keep warm but I can only take off so many clothes to try and keep cool.
The marina quickly arranged to have the air conditioning people check it out. The problem ---age! The coils had exceptionally high resistance which apparently causes the amperage to increase and can result in some wiring connections getting burned. The unit would have to be replaced for an approximate estimate of $3,000.00. Worse though was that they wouldn't be able to get one from the distributor until next week. The decision was easy after talking to my buddy in Port St. Joe. When I asked Huin if there was anyone in Port St. Joe who could replace an air conditioner his reply was direct, as usual. "I just replaced two in my boat. Just get the boat home and don't worry about it . We can handle it!" On top of that tropical storm Danny just became a category 1 hurricane and although quite far away (in the windward islands), was headed this way. I would prefer to be in Port St. Joe where I can look after the boat and not on the east coast of Florida where these storms often travel.
A fuel truck arrived around noon, so we moved the boat to the fuel dock and took on 240 gallons of diesel, spilling only a few drops. At $2.35/gal this might be the cheapest fuel we would see for a while.
Returning to our slip, Beth and I discussed our options. We would keep moving tomorrow, but tonight we would enjoy St. Augustine. Beth called a taxi to take us downtown to the French Bistro we had visited in 2012 and declared it to have the "best french onion soup" we had ever tasted. It was no longer in existence, replaced by a crass place called "Omnivores"
Disappointed, we strolled the brick and cobblestone streets of old St. Augustine admiring the Spanish and British architecture of the old homes, some turned into beautiful Bed and Breakfast retreats, others turned into fine dining restaurants.
I glanced at the sky and remarked to Beth, "Something wicked this way comes!" Menacing black clouds rolled toward us and we began to hear more frequent and louder thunder.
We quickly entered a dining lounge and got seated as the intermittent rain drops increased and turned into a deluge. Cloud to cloud and cloud to ground lightning became almost incessant as the streets outside began to flood and the thunder rolled. Safely ensconced in a booth inside this concrete and stone building we worried about Spencer and Sophie being scared in the boat. Resolving that at the present there wasn't much we could do about it, we enjoyed a delicious meal and shared the best Key Lime Pie we have ever tasted. Maybe this place would remain and become our "go to place" when we visit in the future.
Returning to the boat we found the dogs were fine, but very happy to see us. Sophie went with Beth to bed while Spencer remained within inches of me while I plotted tomorrow's course.
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Cumberland Island Day 2
Sitting on the front deck, I was slow to take in my surroundings. At 4:30 in the morning all is quiet. A soft breeze wafted over me, keeping me cool as I slowly sipped and enjoyed the aroma of a cup of coffee. The stars overhead appeared closer. The milky way appeared as a long stroke of a lighter shade of pale. Channel markers twinkled their red and green colors off in the distance, lighting the way for those cruisers who unadvisedly or unavoidably traveled at night. The only distraction was the distant lights of the navy port. Nothing appeared to be moving. I sat quietly on this moonless night watching the serene reflection of the stars wiggling in the water around the boat.
As the morning sun began to lighten the eastward sky, I looked forward to what the day would bring. Once Beth gets up and has a coffee we would start the generator back up to launch the dingy for our trip to shore. The plan would be for us to have a picnic on the beach and let the dogs run and play in the water. I can hardly wait to see Sophie's and Spencer's reaction when they see the horses.
Breakfast
First Sophie, then Spencer appeared on the front deck beside me. I knew Beth was out of bed and I found her already in the lazy boy chair enjoying her first sip of coffee. We discussed our plans for the day and got ready to take the dogs to the island. As I launched the dingy, Beth prepared the backpack with beach blankets, water, camera, dogs leash and harness. It took both of us to get Sophie into her life jacket. (What gives that dog so much energy?) Spencer on the other hand stood absolutely still and lifted each paw to fit into his life jacket. He was ready to get in the dingy.
We quickly landed the dingy at the visitor's dock and followed the dogs up to the island.
"Remarkable! Serene! Awe-inspiring!" I thought. I simply can't think of enough adjectives to describe this island that produced the same feelings in Beth and me had the day we first landed here in 2012. We let the dogs run ahead and enjoy the freedom.
Starting down the path to the beach we walked slowly through 100 plus year old trees bent and gnarled, with Spanish moss dripping from their limbs. Slowly a surreal feeling evolved, like maybe we were in a mystical "Harry Potter" movie. We rounded a bend just as a fawn walked out into the path. She spotted the dogs and stepped slowly onto an alternate path but did not go into the woods. She waited, curious to see little Sophie. She just stood there and stared at the tiny puppy. Beth called to her but her focus was on Sophie. Sophie, on the other hand just sat and stared back. Neither dog barked. They all just sat staring quizzically at each other.
After about 5 to 10 minutes we turned to slowly walk toward the beach, looked back and the little fawn was following us down the path. When Beth squatted to offer some grapes, the fawn paused then meandered off into the dense bushes.
The dogs ran across the bridge over the sand dunes towards the seashore. We stopped to take pictures of the local flora, always keeping the dogs in sight. Cool air was drifting in off of the Atlantic so the dogs were cool enough to run and chase each other and made a game of who could get to Beth or me first, when we called them. Returning back over the same bridge a large deer appeared beside the bridge blissfully eating leaves and shrubbery. It gave us a casual look when we stopped to take pictures then we meandered off to sit in the shade provided by the thick canopy of this aged woods. Peaceful, relaxing and a rejuvenating walk in the woods always seems to sooth the anxiety of the soul. It certainly did this time.
Look what I found!
Returning to the boat, all of us were tired. Exhausted puppies curled up at our feet as we had the ultimate of pleasures....time for an afternoon nap!
Doc's Holiday anchored at Cumberland Island
We planned on returning to the island so the dogs could see the horses but a late afternoon thunderstorm with lots of lightning threatened than passed west of us, so we lifted the dingy on board and and cancelled the jaunt back to Cumberland isle.
Tomorrow we would resume our relentless march south.
As the morning sun began to lighten the eastward sky, I looked forward to what the day would bring. Once Beth gets up and has a coffee we would start the generator back up to launch the dingy for our trip to shore. The plan would be for us to have a picnic on the beach and let the dogs run and play in the water. I can hardly wait to see Sophie's and Spencer's reaction when they see the horses.
Breakfast
First Sophie, then Spencer appeared on the front deck beside me. I knew Beth was out of bed and I found her already in the lazy boy chair enjoying her first sip of coffee. We discussed our plans for the day and got ready to take the dogs to the island. As I launched the dingy, Beth prepared the backpack with beach blankets, water, camera, dogs leash and harness. It took both of us to get Sophie into her life jacket. (What gives that dog so much energy?) Spencer on the other hand stood absolutely still and lifted each paw to fit into his life jacket. He was ready to get in the dingy.
We quickly landed the dingy at the visitor's dock and followed the dogs up to the island.
"Remarkable! Serene! Awe-inspiring!" I thought. I simply can't think of enough adjectives to describe this island that produced the same feelings in Beth and me had the day we first landed here in 2012. We let the dogs run ahead and enjoy the freedom.
Starting down the path to the beach we walked slowly through 100 plus year old trees bent and gnarled, with Spanish moss dripping from their limbs. Slowly a surreal feeling evolved, like maybe we were in a mystical "Harry Potter" movie. We rounded a bend just as a fawn walked out into the path. She spotted the dogs and stepped slowly onto an alternate path but did not go into the woods. She waited, curious to see little Sophie. She just stood there and stared at the tiny puppy. Beth called to her but her focus was on Sophie. Sophie, on the other hand just sat and stared back. Neither dog barked. They all just sat staring quizzically at each other.
After about 5 to 10 minutes we turned to slowly walk toward the beach, looked back and the little fawn was following us down the path. When Beth squatted to offer some grapes, the fawn paused then meandered off into the dense bushes.
The dogs ran across the bridge over the sand dunes towards the seashore. We stopped to take pictures of the local flora, always keeping the dogs in sight. Cool air was drifting in off of the Atlantic so the dogs were cool enough to run and chase each other and made a game of who could get to Beth or me first, when we called them. Returning back over the same bridge a large deer appeared beside the bridge blissfully eating leaves and shrubbery. It gave us a casual look when we stopped to take pictures then we meandered off to sit in the shade provided by the thick canopy of this aged woods. Peaceful, relaxing and a rejuvenating walk in the woods always seems to sooth the anxiety of the soul. It certainly did this time.
Returning to the boat, all of us were tired. Exhausted puppies curled up at our feet as we had the ultimate of pleasures....time for an afternoon nap!
We planned on returning to the island so the dogs could see the horses but a late afternoon thunderstorm with lots of lightning threatened than passed west of us, so we lifted the dingy on board and and cancelled the jaunt back to Cumberland isle.
Tomorrow we would resume our relentless march south.
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