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The magnificent turquoise and green water color reflects the shallow sand and grass bottom, good holding as the winds continue to blow from the south and are now beginning to clock to the west, predicted by the weather maps and weather gurus we study and listen to endlessly. We have been here waiting for the wind to moderate and/or move for three days.
We began this last passage just one month ago with a plane flight on March 4th from Falls Church to Florida and DOVKA. After taking DOVKA off the Dockwise ship in Ft. Lauderdale, last September, and putting her ashore for the winter, our goal has always been to bring DOVKA home to the Chesapeake Bay from Florida via the Bahamas with, hopefully, a little time to stop and explore the reefs and anchorages of these myriad islands. At this point, I am beginning to wonder if the weather will ever allow us to do so.
For the first two weeks of March we worked to get DOVKA ready to go. DOVKA was on the hard a hundred yards from the beckoning waters of the ICW and the Atlantic Ocean beyond, for a week. She was then in the water at the marina for two more weeks. We were tied to a concrete wall next to a mass of vibracoring equipment for taking samples from the sea floor, which is what Sid was doing at the time of our marriage, 40 years ago. We were in the slip belonging to a coring workboat. Riverside is not a luxury marina, by any means. But we came to appreciate the knowledge and kindness of the office staff (even though they listen to Rush Limbaugh all day long and rant and rave about Obama and Pelosi), and enjoyed the comraderie of the other boaters.
The marina is a working marina and boatyard, one of the few we found in Florida where they allow owners to work on their own boats. It was a busy place with friendly folks working on their dreams, from quality stock purchased at repossession sales to a wreck with the keel knocked off by rocks, being readied for crossing the Atlantic this summer. As I said, lots of dreamers working away.
The three weeks in Ft Pierce, actually, were very enjoyable. There is always great satisfaction (as well as great fatigue, especially as we age)as we put DOVKA back together, troubleshoot problems, clean her up and get her ready for another season.
We reconnected with old friends from our first years of marriage in Washington, D.C,, whom we knew had moved to North Palm over a decade ago; English sailing buddies, John & Inga, showed up and joined us at Riverside while they put a new engine in their boat; and Rebecca's sister and brother-in-law joined us for a fun weekend. We went to both a Judy Collins and then a Dave Brubeck concert. Our third week at the dock was caused by weather, as we began this process of waiting for the winds to, at least, moderate, if not come from a direction that would enable us to sail.
As the winds were too strong from the south for us to head south in the ocean, we came down the Intracoastal Waterway. From Ft Pierce to Fort Lauderdale, we passed through Hobe Sound and by Jupiter Island, with large estates and some lovely homes, owned by the likes of Tiger Woods and Celine Dion, we are told. We passed through an area with some modest apartment complexes and bungalows, which was refreshing to see. Then we came into the greater Ft Lauderdale area with one "McMansion" after another, one more architecturally atrocious than the next, all built right on the channel. There seems to be a predilection for pretentious Spanish/Moorish styles. It appeared that many of these have just recently replaced the 50s ranch style Florida houses that were originally built on the ICW and the canals. And many, many sport "For Sale" signs or seem stopped dead in the process of being built.
In Ft Lauderdale, we were happy to tie up to the Los Olas Municipal Marina docks in strong southerly winds. We had come here on the early morning that we motored DOVKA off the M/V Explorer last September, after her trip across the Med and Atlantic from Marmaris. It felt comfortable. We found a trolley that took us to the Publix and West Marine and we had wi-fi and laundry facilities and other folks also waiting and waiting for weather. It seems that is what one does in these parts.
I had just bought the Sunday New York Times late morning, expecting it would keep me busy for a day or two, when we got weather information that said it was good to go to cross the Gulf Stream that night. We made the 1700 opening of the 17th st Bridge and were in the Port Everglades channel tooling out to the entrance just after 5 PM as, unbeknownst to us, four cruise ships were also leaving the port. We saw one behemoth barreling down on us and the police boat sounding his siren for us to get out of the ship's way, which we did. We both went out the inlet together, the big guy right down the middle, and we, close to shore.
People on shore were on their lawns or on their balconies waving goodbye to the passengers on the ship. Since these ships seem to go out at this time weekly, on Saturday and Sunday, this must be a regular routine for them. A motorboat had a group of rowdy men and one very chemically and silicone enhanced tattooed blond, who was standing up, screaming and shaking her grotesquely huge bare boobs at the ship. She got her moment of fame as the cameras from the ship snapped.
We looked back and saw there were three more ships coming down the channel. It felt like we were being run down by huge apartment buildings on the move. There was a lot of rocking and rolling as we entered the sea with the swells and their wakes, but once we got the sails up and got away from them, we were sailing on a beam reach and had a lovely, lovely crossing, arriving Lucaya, Grand Bahamas in the morning. The Grand Bahama Yacht Club and Port Lucaya Village, a commercial marina and condo development was very tastefully done, but the docks and the area were pretty much deserted. It was a striking change from the previous nights in Ft Lauderdale during Spring Break!
We left Lucaya on Tuesday, March 31 and motor sailed into the wind to explore a bit of the Berry Islands chain. Our anchorage here is picture perfect complete with a few desert islands - sand cays that gleam with white beaches against the turquoise of the shallow water.
We snorkeled the first afternoon here even with the windy conditions. The sand and grass bottom is not hospitable for lots of interesting fishes, but we found a log and by the log were three of the strangest fishes we have even seen. Never having seen them before, we checked our bible, the Paul Humann Reef Fish book , but even under "Odd Looking Bottom Feeders' we could not identify them. They are striped with wonderful wings and a large dorsal fin/wing also.
We sent photos to our son
at National Geographic and he immediately emailed us back with the information
that they are the Red Lion Fish, who are native to the Far East and
probably were let loose into the Atlantic from someone's aquarium. They
are wrecking havoc in the Bahamas and the Caribbean, eating fish and
destroying coral. And they are poisonous to humans as well. So much
for our fish 'find'.
April 26, 2009
We had a Passover Seder on DOVKA introducing our Ocean Cruising Club friends to the traditional rituals and meal, even if we had to substitute a bone-shaped dog biscuit for the traditional lamb bone. Seder on Wednesday was followed by musical Easter Sunday services at the Rock Sound Methodist Church with several other yachties, welcomed by Sister Meredith, the lay preacher, as "the people from the ships." Church was followed by a lovely dinner for 8 of us aboard TRUMPETER served by our friends, Nancy and George. Rock Sound hosts an annual Easter Homecoming Festival complete with VERY loud music until late at night, but it was fun. After Easter, we stayed on when the other boats left Rock Sound, awaiting another weather front and the arrival of our son and his girlfriend for a long weekend getaway from Washington, D.C.
Ben and Lauren arrived aboard by dinghy, as the squall which signaled the frontal passage came through. It lasted for just a few minutes, and then we had glorious weather for our perfect time with them. We sailed 40 miles on a broad reach, from Rock Sound to Cambridge Cay in the Exuma Cays National Park, a little tropical paradise. Shortly after arriving there, we joined the crews of the 12 other boats moored there in sundown beach cocktail party on a little sand spit. After two daysspent snorkeling and hiking, we sailed back to Eleuthera on a close reach, in time for a special tour of the Cape Island School and Cape Island Insitute(http://www.islandschool.org/) on the south end of the island, developed to teach high school students about the marine environment and to encourage environmental research.
After Ben & Lauren departed from the tiny Rock Sound airport, we upped anchor to hightail it north to the Abaco Islands, our point of departure for the voyage to Beaufort, N.C. We had some good sailing and found the Abacos more touristy, but enjoyed the camaraderie of other 'yachties' in the crowded protected harbor of Marsh Harbor. Even this town seemed quiet and half filled. The economy must be impacting tourism.
We waited for the arrival
of our friend and neighbor, Dave, who wanted the chance to make an offshore
passage with us. Now we three are here and the jacklines are on the
deck, the radar reflector is installed, the life vests and tethers are
out, all aboard is shipshape down below. I have done my last grocery
shop and we wait for weather.
One really understands the worship of the sun when at sea. Dawn is always a startling end to the long night, even when it is benign and friendly as it was last night. I awoke to listen to the detailed weather forecast at 0630, which looks very good for us for the next four days. During that time the dawn grey became bluer and lighter as the sun rose higher in the sky and illuminated the sapphire blue water.
At night, someone is always on watch and someone sleeping. Come daylight we rise and shine and begin the day's routine which is more relaxed than nighttime watchstanding. The autopilot drives, so we have only to keep a lookout for ships, weather, the set of the sails and that all is right with our little vessel (and there is a lot that can go wrong). We have finished breakfast. Everyone has done his toilette. Dave, our crew is sleeping in the lee berth in the main cabin and Sid is in the cockpit as I write. We SHOULD (hate to ever predict) be into Beaufort, North Carolina (Morehead City area) on Friday. From there it will probably be a week up the Intracoastal Waterway until we are home in the Chesapeake Bay.
April 29, 2009
I am feeling very nostalgic and bittersweet about this passage as it may very well be our last long ocean passage in DOVKA. I love being at sea. It is a night with a lot of stars, but also the ink spot clouds that come and go continuously. The bioluminescence along the side of the hull in the breaking water around us is sparkling as if reflecting the stars. And the boat is rolling a bit as the wind continues to slacken. Got to go check things out
It was blowing 20+ knots all day. We worked our way up the Pasquotank River to Elizabeth City dodging crab pot floats for hours. Once we entered the narrow, winding part of the river past Elizabeth City, we were protected from the wind. There were sweet smells in the air, osprey, blue herons and Canadian geese and the new green of spring luxuriant on both banks of the dense swamp.
We anchored behind green day-marker "11" off Goat Island about 1530. Both of us just had little naps in the cockpit. I have always wanted to stop here and after another day of 20-25 kts of wind from the southwest (thank goodness), across the broad expanse of the Albemarle Sound and up the wide part of the Pasquotank, it was lovely to motor into this quiet oasis and hide here for the night.
We motored most of the way up the Bay, but, by late afternoon, as we turned into the Rappahanock River, the sky cleared and the wind came up. We rolled out the jib and gently sailed along in the soft, low afternoon light. As we came into Urbanna, our waiting friends waved furiously pointing to where they had arranged for us to dock. And then we opened some cold beers and celebrated our arrival. DOVKA is home!
After the Ocean Cruising
Club Cruise mid June, we will sail her to a berth in Annapolis, closer
to our land home, and begin a new life for her and for us, after 9 years,
18,000 miles and thirteen countries visited.