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
Awwww
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.

New York Canals behind us, into Lake Ontario

June 19, 2019 – Partly sunny, winds variable at 5 knots, waves under 1 foot. It doesn’t get much better than that to cross Lake Ontario. Many Loopers head directly across the lake to Trenton, Ontario, to head directly into the Trent-Severn Canal. We will go up into the Thousand Islands for a few days, then cross the St Lawrence River to Kingston, then work our way back to the west to Trenton later next week.

We had discussed with Justified the possibility of anchoring out together, so we headed out the final lock together.

Lighthouse at Oswego seawall
Flat, flat, flat – the hazy sky and reflective water made it hard at times to discern the horizon
And deep!

As it turned out, Justified decided to head on to Kingston after rounding Galloo Island with us, while we headed a bit further in to find a nice sheltered anchorage for the NNE winds that were to start up overnight.

Ahhhh

Nice sunset, and a nice quiet night on the hook

Boaters building bikes

As a pre-Rendezvous activity, one of the big AGLCA sponsors, Curtis Stokes, organized a bike-building event to support the local Boys and Girls Club; a big crowd of folks pitched in to assemble twenty kids bicycles to be given to disadvantaged children. Each bike had a name-plate for a specific child, and they were to come later in the day and get the bikes.

It was quite moving to see how excited the kids were when they came in the room and saw the rows of shiny new bikes, and found the one with their name on it. We helped get the bikes and helmets adjusted, and while some kids knew how to ride and were riding around the ball-room, others hadn’t been on bikes before and got some assistance pedaling around. The AGLCA then treated them to ice cream before the chaperones took them home with their new bikes.

Day 4 – The sound of jets

Even on a Saturday, before 9 am, the fighter pilots are spooling up the engines and taking off, for training, or…..?

We got to see several of them take off – from right at our anchorage.

The anchor came up hard, and covered with dark mud/clay and shells, we dragged it at the waterline for a little while to wash off most of it, then pulled it in to get underway. We picked our way out to the clear channel, for a short day down to Norfolk, the site of the AGLCA Rendezvous. The trip took us along a long row of Navy ships, as well as a lot of commercial terminals.

A civilian seaplane landed quite close to us, and then followed along behind me, creeping up quite close as I started my turn into the Waterside Marina.

The marina was bit snug, but right in the heart of an entertainment and dining district – live bands all afternoon a quarter mile from here, and then a different one a hundred yards from us- a nice way to end a few quiet days.

Probably no new posts until after the Rendezvous is over on Thursday.

Day 3 – Dolphins!

Pretty uneventful day on down the Bay, but we did see dolphins twice. Neither time did they come close enough to the boat for long enough to get pictures, but it’s fun to see them.

Anchored right near Langley Air Force Base, where we saw some jet fighters up close coming in to land – need to bone up on my aircraft ID, but I think they were F-35 Joint Strike Fighters. The route into the anchorage was VERY tricky, lots of zig-zagging through the markers, and pretty shallow in spots. Had to carefully place ourselves amongst some crab pots, but the anchor held solidly all night.

We heard the sound of Retreat being called at 1700, but missed Taps later, as we were sound asleep by then.

Saturday, on to Norfolk.

Day 2 – Down the bay

May 2 – We got an early start on our 65 mile day, leaving Solomons Island around 7, so as to time the tidal currents at the mouth of the Potomac River’s entrance into the Chesapeake. It was quite breezy out of the southwest, against us, with waves very choppy – at points, a bit of a washing machine – and spray coated everything all the way up to the flybridge on occasions.

We had no cabinets dump out onto the floor, but moving around the boat definitely required at least one hand holding on to something at all times.

A dragonfly found us miles from shore

We picked up a hitchhiker out in the middle of the Bay, 3 or 4 miles from shore – he rode for a while and then off he went.

We found a well-known anchorage with good protection from the wind, and anchored without drama and settled in at 3 o’clock for snacks on the sundeck, enjoying the balmy 80 degree breeze.