What’s upcoming

At Ease has been sold.

Bittersweet- so many great memories, but time for change.

What’s next? We’ll see…

For now, hanging out with friends in Key West…it doesn’t suck!

A ‘dirt home’ again

May 25,2021- Well, the initial completion/closing date in the sales contract was only off by two months, but we are finally homeowners again.

Now, let the pent-up project energy be unleashed…

Swallowing the Anchor

‘swallow the anchor, to’a nautical term meaning to retire from sea life and settle down ashore. …

We hadn’t exactly planned it this way, but sooner or later we’d known we would again move to a ‘dirt home’. Turns out that Cape Coral is the place.

The pandemic has caused a number of materials shortages, and progress has lagged behind the original forecast completion date.

So we are homeless and boatless, couch-surfing our way around Florida on the mercy of friends!

Enjoying Fort Myers in Christmas Season

Decorated with color-changing LED lights – pretty spiffy!
Festive, but not like some boats with inflatable snowmen, Grinches, and lighted palm trees.
Our tiny tree, that we carried aboard in all our travels.
Enjoying one of the many great sunsets on D-dock with friends
Friends invited us to the Naples Botanical Garden for their annual Nights in Lights display. Lots of great idea for how to make your foliage and art pieces really POP!
Ewww! Roots spray-painted orange and displayed as art…not sure it’d work in a regular yard, but kinda cool here
Very festive Christmas lights in the Florida section of the garden.
We also went to the Christmas light display at the Edison – Ford Winter Estates with friends Robin and Charlie
A peek at period (30s) decor in one of the guest houses
4K yule log on Christmas morning aboard

Down and Across

Nov 7 – 18, 2020

As high winds were forecast, and with Hurricane Eta meandering around the Gulf, we elected to head off the ICW, up the St Johns River past Jacksonville. We were not able to get into the popular Ortega Landing marina there, instead docking at Lambs Yacht Center.

Wow! What a facility; very sturdy concrete pilings, concrete docks, even concrete roofs over many of the slips. A real hurricane hole, with a lot of gorgeous yachts tucked inside for long-term storage.

Here are just a couple…

A Trumpy (note the gilded T on the bow). And no, nothing to do with President Trump. For over half a century ending in 1974 JohnTrumpy & Sons built exquisitely crafted wooden motoryachts.  Custom designed for “Captains of Industry” like DuPont, Chrysler, Firestone, Guggenheim and Dodge, these luxurious and spacious yachts were considered the “Rolls-Royce of American motoryachts”. 
America, 75′, commissioned by famed newspaper publisher James L. Knight, who founded the Knight-Ridder conglomerate, in 1965, after his earlier boat sank during the landing of a then-record 585 pound blue marlin.
92′ Mathis/Trumpy yacht Innisfail, built in 1939.

For just $7500 per day, you can charter Innisfail; she was built in the 1930s during America’s “golden age of yachting.” This maritime masterpiece was pressed into service (as were many other private yachts in that period) and served as an armed patrol boat during World War II and then served our U.S. Presidents until she was decommissioned by the U.S. navy in 1965. During the 20th century she wowed royalty and heads of state with her magnificent craftsmanship.  Guests included Presidents Kennedy, Truman, Eisenhower, Nixon and Clinton as well as Charles de Gaulle and Anwar Sadat. (from the charter listing)

Innisfail amidships
Innisfail stern
The final path of Hurricane Eta, that came within a few miles of us when it finally made up its mind

When it looked like Hurricane Eta was going to head back along the panhandle, we left Ortega and traveled back out the St Johns River to rejoin the ICW enroute to St Augustine. On the way, the forecasted storm track was updated, and was now bearing down right across Florida, between Jacksonville and St Augustine. Oh, great….

We hustled on down to St Augustine to take a mooring ball again, and wait the passage of the now weakened storm. The next day, it tore through quickly, with just a few hours of winds in the 40s, and then the skies cleared and the sun came out. Whew!

Atlas rocket contrail, lit by setting sun, seen from Daytona

We stayed on the mooring ball another night in St Augustine before continuing to press on south. We stopped in Daytona for fuel, and stayed the night at Halifax Harbor Marina, where we got to see the Canaveral launch of an Atlas rocket at sunset. We were very excited to get down to Titusville to anchor where we could see the first SpaceX launch with astronauts to the space station, but a launch delay and poor weather led to us bypassing and going to anchor in Melbourne. Drat!

We stopped at Vero Beach, and met with friends Chris and Alyse Caldwell, whose boating consulting/training business is based there. We got some great tips on crossing the Okechobee Waterway, a shortcut across Florida to the Gulf Coast (instead of going all the way down and across the Keys. And we got to enjoy a double rainbow from the aft deck!

The next day we pushed down to enter the St Lucie River, the entrance to the Okechobee Waterway.

Chart or Map of the Okeechobee Waterway showing Route #1 and Route #2

The Okeechobee Waterway begins in the Gulf of Mexico, proceeds along the Caloosahatchee River, crosses Lake Okeechobee, continues through the St. Lucie River then enters the Indian River before reaching the Atlantic Ocean. It extends 154 miles from the Atlantic Ocean to the Gulf of Mexico and incorporates the Caloosahatchee River, two channels through Lake Okeechobee, the St. Lucie River, and passes through the Indian River Lagoon. The system is controlled by 5 lock and dam structures, 3 on the Caloosahatchee and 2 on the St. Lucie, and traverses many miles of untouched Florida Everglades and thousands of acres of Old Florida scrub and ranchland.

Our first stop was at Indiantown Marina, a few miles before the Port Mayaca lock that opens to Lake Okechobee. The lake is the second-largest lake (behind Lake Michigan) in the contiguous 48 States and the largest contained within a single state. Lake Okeechobee was known to Florida’s Seminole Indians as “Oki Chubi,” which means “Big Water.”

And with a stiff north wind, it certainly felt like Big Water as we exited the lock and endured several hours of 3-6 foot waves on the beam (from the side) as we made the crossing to Clewiston. We continued on to Moorehaven where we’d spend the night at the free city dock (with a small charge for electric). When we got to the Moorehaven lock, we were amazed at the large ‘rafts’ of floating vegetation that we had to plow through going into, and out of, the lock chamber.

Hoping these don’t snag on the propellers!

The locks on the waterway were different from any others that we encountered on the Loop; rather than pipes and valves that equalize the levels for boats going up and down by letting water into or out of the chamber, they simply crack open the doors a bit, and let the water gush in, or out (depending on which direction you are going). We make sure to have a good grip on the lines that attach the boat to the lock wall at bow and stern, lest we get ‘flushed’ by the swirling water.

At the Moorehaven City Dock; one day to go!

We left Moorehaven on a bright, but very windy, day for the final 55 miles down to Fort Myers. Naturally, the wind kicked up into the 20s as we got closer to the marina, and made the docking a bit challenging, but we ended the day in good shape, having come 1394 miles, on 21 travel days, since leaving Herrington Harbor North in the central Chesapeake Bay on October 18th.

Back into Florida

Oct 31 – Nov 6, 2020 – With a freshly painted bottom, we were back in the water on Friday the 30th, and had a chance to walk to a local seafood market for some fresh shrimp, scallops and snapper to prepare over the next few days.

Fresh seafood arrayed on ice.

Another pretty sunset, and then a nice sunrise to start our next leg south.

As the moon was rising, we snapped this heron sitting on a piling a few slips away.
Sunrise in Holden Beach, looking toward the fishing dock where we had shopped the previous day.

We pushed on into South Carolina, hoping to make a series of long days with good weather. We’d decided that this wasn’t going to be the trip for lots of sightseeing trips, so we were up and onward before sunrise almost every day. High winds had us hole up at Tolers Cove Marina for a few days, just short of Charleston, and then on to Beaufort, SC, where we took a mooring ball again, like we did on our way north. Cheap, and easy in/out.

Then it was into Georgia, where we anchored in the Wahoo River; 8 foot tidal swing in the bend of a river, so the current first went one way, then the other, over the course of the night.

As we left, we fell in behind this shrimper heading out at Sapelo Sound.

Heading into the rising sun

As we passed St Simons Sound, we could see the progress being made on dismantling the huge car-carrying freighter that had capsized there in September 2019. It’s being sliced into sections, to be loaded on barges and taken for scrap.

Coming down the North River past the city of St. Marys, we turn past the Naval Submarine Base Kings Bay, the U.S. Atlantic Fleet’s home port for U.S. Navy Fleet Ohio-class ballistic missile nuclear submarines. This time, there’s one in port.

We crossed the border into Florida, staying first on anchor at Fernandina Beach, before continuing on south. We took a 25-mile diversion up the St Johns River to Jacksonville, where we’d use a few days to clean the boat, reprovision, do laundry, and wait out the stormy conditions and high winds forecast into early next week, that may or may not be associated with Tropical Storm Eta.

We actually had a tough time securing a slip, because a lot of other boaters were also changing their plans to head to marinas, or to stay there longer, due to the storms, but were fortunate to get a spot at Lambs Yacht Center. Very interesting place – many covered slips, but unlike many of the other lightly built structures that we’ve seen, these are all made of concrete, and very, very robust. Pilings, walkways, roofs – all concrete. Serious hurricane-proof concrete.

We will post some more pictures later of some of the beautiful yachts docked here.

Let the migration begin…

A beautiful morning to start South

October 18-26, 2020 – Departing our long-time home marina at Herrington Harbour North, on Oct 18, we started our fall migration, joining for the first time the seasonal movement of boaters heading for warmer climes, many to Florida or beyond.

The West Marine in Deale was stocked to overflowing with shrinkwrap materials, and other winterizing supplies; pallets of pink and purple antifreeze (for freshwater systems, and raw-water cooling circuits) crowded the aisles.

Not for us!

It felt great to be underway, with a purpose, again. Our first jump was modest, down to Solomons Island to see our friends’ new boat. They were still in acquisition mode when we last visited, and now they are well on their way to gaining familiarity with the boat that will take them on their Loop when the time is right.

Doug and Susan returning past our Mill Creek anchorage after a day trip in their Bayliner 4788, Suz Inn.
Underway for 30 minutes by the time the sun is up

Then, taking advantage of terrific weather conditions for a week, we really pressed the miles, over the successive week, before finally pausing in Caroline Beach for two nights, before making a ‘pit-stop’ to refresh the bottom-paint on the boat. We took advantage of ‘first light’, the time before actual sunrise to lift the anchor and get underway, to offset the shortening day-length of the fall season.

After stopping at Hampton, VA, we headed out early in some mild fog past the Norfolk Naval Base. We passed one of the carriers as the flag was being raised, and we could hear the loudspeakers playing ‘To the Colors’; Ben stood at attention.

Morning flag ceremony
As we passed by the civilian part of the Norfolk port, this ship was being assisted by two tugs as she got underway.
Hmmm, seems we’re part of something here ! We were the last ones to squeeze into the chamber for the last morning lift of the Great Bridge Lock. Otherwise we’d have had to wait another hour.
After stopping in Coinjock, the next morning was pretty foggy. Visibility at first a mile, later dropping to about 1/2 mile. These two boats followed us out under the bridge into the Albemarle Sound.
Fish nets beside the channel. Don’t go there !
The previous week the Alligator River Swing Bridge was broken down for a few days. We held our breath this morning until it was open wide enough to follow another cruiser through the opening.
This beautiful classic 1930s yacht passed us shortly after we lifted anchor. Even the modern satellite domes are color-matched to its canvas.
These trawlers are lined up next to the RE Mayo Seafood Company. You can buy fresh seafood there, but we didn’t stop this time.
This trawler, near Morehead City, is in a whole different class than the ones up in Hobucken.
As we neared Camp Lejeune, we began to see quite a lot of military activity.
This calm scene at Mile Hammock Bay belied the hours and hours of night-time flight operations by V-22 Ospreys and other helos that we would be entertained by tonight. The next day the boat was filthy, either from engine exhaust or from the dirt they stirred up.
When we got to Carolina Beach, we took a mooring ball for a few nights, and took our dinghy ashore, to walk two blocks over to the ocean side, where we enjoyed strolling the beach.
Being taken out for a bottom tune-up.

We moved ashore into an AirBnB apartment for a few days, while work was being done, and we will wait for the windy conditions from tropical storm Zeta to abate, before continuing our journey south.

At Ease featured in Soundings Magazine

Earlier this summer, we were very proud to be offered the opportunity to have our boat featured in Soundings Magazine. It’s in the September 2020 issue, in their Used Boats column. We bought up the supply of the paper magazines at the local West Marine store, but you can read the article here: Carver 445 Aft Cabin: This motoryacht took one cruising couple on the adventure of a lifetime.

We were surprised at the fuel dock one day when a boat pulled up, and the people said- “Hey, we saw your boat in the magazine!”

The Final Day – We Did it !

June 5, 2020 – Today would be the culmination of our Great Loop journey, the day that would take us back to Norfolk, to where we started on May 10, 2019, after the AGLCA Spring Rendezvous.

Texas Gold (TxAu) showing us how Loopers do Docktails, last spring

We were like the freshmen then, joining the seasoned crowd that already had journeyed together up the East Coast, soaking up their practical knowledge and finding out how much more we had to learn. We made many friends here that we continued to see over the many miles that we’d go in 2019 and 2020.

We left Coinjock Marina early, where the dockhands had stacked us in pretty tight, so getting ourselves extricated with a slight breeze and a fair current made it an interesting proposition. Nothing we hadn’t handled before.

Our three traveling partners through the last three bridges to Norfolk

It was a 30 mile run through a winding channel, to the first bridge that we’d need to call for an opening. As it turned out, three faster boats caught up to us right before the bridge, so as we all held station waiting for the 10:00 opening, we let them all squeeze past. Nothing we hadn’t handled before.

The next bridge, 5 miles away, opened on the half hour, so we all needed to move down there smartly, lest we arrive a minute too late, and have to dangle around for 30 minutes more. We needed to speed it up a little right at the end, and it turned out that there was some maintenance activity that left only a very narrow channel. But nothing we hadn’t handled before.

Then just three miles to the Battlefield Boulevard Bridge, that coincided with the Great Bridge Lock. We entered the lock and tied up in a bit of a crosswind, but nothing we hadn’t handled before.

The Great Bridge Lock lies just beyond this twin bascule bridge, and through we go
One last lock – ho hum – no big deal
Holding on tight….And then it dropped perhaps 8 inches; that was a bit anticlimactic!
The ships now are a bit different from back then

Then into the busy section of the river, with wharfs and piers, and barges and tows. Navy ship yards and security boats. More work crews working on bridges that we had to slow for, and then from around a right angle turn at a bridge, we spotted a tow with a barge that would arrive at the narrow bridge at the same time as we would.

‘Hoss’ coming around the corner, asking us to pass him ‘on the 2’ (starboard to starboard)

Ben slowed, and hailed the tow captain, to let him know that we would slow down and hold on our side of the bridge for him to pass. “Captain, I am going to turn across the channel into that construction yard, why don’t you come on by me on the two,” was his reply. Nothing we hadn’t handled before.

And then, we were a mile from the Waterside Marina. One mile to go. As we motored the last mile down the Elizabeth River, we were proud of how we’d grown, what we had accomplished and the experiences we got to share with so many new friends, but a bit sad that what’s driven us for the past year is actually over. The wind picked up a bit, and it started to rain. No problem. Nothing we hadn’t handled before.

Ken and Linda toasting to our completion

As we pulled into the tight Waterside Marina, it was a lot emptier than last time, when it was packed with Loopers. Ken and Linda Horton, local Harbor Hosts, were there with cameras to record the big moment, and even brought champagne to help us celebrate. When the lines were tied and the engines shut down, what a feeling!

This will look pretty good on the bow!

Completing a long-held goal. An accomplishment for the two of us, with experiences we got to share with so many. Personal growth, as individuals, and as a team. Stronger, more capable, more resilient. So many new friends made, and two, sadly, lost.

Now what? Stay tuned…

Baby’s got new bling!

Kind of like a delivery

June 2-4, 2020 – The boat was in New Bern. It needs to be in Norfolk.


So we went, leaving at 8:30 when the Alfred Cunningham Bridge would open after morning ‘rush hour’. Back down the Neuse River 25 miles, to rejoin the Atlantic Intracoastal Waterway, that we would follow to its terminus, Mile Zero, at Norfolk.

Just as we approached that point, an AIS target showed sailing vessel ‘Fleetwing’, which belongs to Bob Scherer, aka Bob423, the guru for cruising the ICW. We had bought his book, we downloaded and followed his tracks through every tricky spot we have recounted over the past month, and anchored at his ‘special anchorages’ (except when we couldn’t, because somebody else who bought his book beat us to them!).

The Pamlico sound was pretty nice to us, and we soon stopped at a rustic seafood depot that sold fuel, seafood, and rented space on their big working docks to cruisers like us. A place with character – splinters, and a little smelly.

For 40 cents a foot, it only cost us $18 to stay the night. Half what we spent on the scallops, shrimp, and tuna steaks.

The next day we pushed more than 75 miles, all the way up the Alligator River. At the top, where it outlets to the Albemarle Sound, is a swing bridge, that has in recent years been notoriously trouble-prone. Sometimes boats have had to wait for days for a needed part to arrive and be installed, to allow it to open to allow transit. We figured that the sooner we were past it, the better.

We anchored near a point that we thought would offer good protection from a stiff and gusty southwest wind, but we pulled up the anchor after a few hours of a miserable swell, and moved around the corner to enjoy a much smoother night.

Thursday we crossed the Albemarle Sound, and continued on to dock at the Coinjock Marina, a popular stop for boats transiting the ICW. They are known for their prime rib – we got the 32 oz Captain’s Cut, and it was terrific.

The Coinjock Restaurant, with some of the sportfish boats on their way north from wintering in Florida
Sometimes we are the biggest boat in a marina; not too often are we on the smaller end of the scale.
What a hunk of meat! We shared it, and had enough left over for another meal

One more day to go before we wind up back where we started.