The weather has been very unsettled this spring. So, we had to make some different choices. Fortunately, for me and the crew, they were all good ones. Well, most of them.
You know how when you are driving home from a vacation and all those thoughts (of what you need to do) that you had managed to push aside, all start rushing in... imagine that after an entire year. Our real world 'to do' list is starting to grow. We are starting to realize, that we would like to get home.
Phase One: The Atlantic Coast.
We had always said that we will leave South Florida sometime in early June or when Hurricane Season kicks up. For us, that happened on the same day. As soon as we untied our lines, TS Andrea got organized and took a run at us. We hadn't even reached the ocean yet when we got that news, so we stayed on the ICW and tucked into Vero Beach for a couple days.
Not entirely sure how long it takes for an ocean to settle down after a tropical storm we decided to hang out in the Intracoastal for a couple more days. All thing considered, we made pretty good time and made it to St. Augustine in a day and a half, with a stop in Daytona Beach along the way. Not all bad.
The next days' weather forecast is marginal to say the least, but we have an urge to get moving. North on the ICW we go. The ICW is not too bad between Charleston and Myrtle Beach, so we make good time. Until we get to Myrtle Beach. OMG!!! If I never travel the ICW through Myrtle Beach ever again, that would be a blessing. And to the Bridge Operator at Little River... insert expletive here. Southern charm?
This is one of my favourite legs of the trip, but it sure keeps me busy. First off we run the Sounds in behind the Outer Banks of North Carolina. The Sounds are littered with crab traps. I need to be on full alert and an extra pair of eyes definitely helps. But, it is fun. It feels like a short cut. Then it is up the Elizabeth River and the Virginia Cut. This is a blast! Running a big boat like a little sport boat = so much fun. Again, I have to be on full alert. The driving is busy enough, but I would hate to wake a little 'Jon boat'. In these close quarters I am afraid that I would flip one for sure. But, damn, it is so much fun!
Like I said earlier, the weather is very unsettled this spring. Forecasts for afternoon thunderstorms are the norm. Our arrival in Norfolk was no exception. The night before this system had it's fun in the mid-west. Weather forecasters were having a tough time with this system. They all could see it, they were just having a hard time gauging it's intensity. Some had forecasted 100knot winds. The story on the fuel dock was that the Navy had their tugs on full alert to hold their big battleships in position. We arrived in Norfolk with a little over an hour to spare. Last minute forecasts were to expect winds topping 50knots. We put out some extra lines just in case. Yep, we saw 50knots+. Now we need some canvas repairs. A little duct tape will have to do until then. It's 'yacht white' duct tape, don't you know. Next stop... Atlantic City.
Now remember that I said the forecast for this leg was a little iffy. I was relying on about 15º of offshore breeze to keep the waters calm. Fortunately, any errors in forecasting were in our favour. We had a great run up the Jersey coast. Add to that, any day you can run your own boat past the Statue of Liberty is a good day. Life was treating us pretty good. The Atlantic Ocean was now behind us. A few days of river running and we are back on The Great Lakes.
Then WTF?!?! Really?!?! Some county sheriff wants to pull us over and see our papers? It's bad enough we have to call in our location every night, but now we are getting delayed too. I try to see the positive in that this is the first time it has happened to us. By the way, thanks for the boot prints on the deck. Those are really nice. After then were done, then things get worse. I cannot even begin to type a word that describes the horrible sound that followed. We were cruising along at our happy little 23.5 knots and I will use the word 'bang', but it is way more disgusting than that. The entire crew knew in an instant that something very bad had happened. We hit a submerged log. And, now a horrible vibration is shaking the entire boat. I slide the starboard engine into neutral and the vibration stops. I put it back in gear and the vibration began again. Back to neutral. Typically, this would be a moment to inspire a truck load of curse words that would make any sailor blush. But I quickly resigned myself to the fact that when you run your boat for over 5000nm in unfamiliar waters, bad things are going to happen. And this would be one of them. We called the closest marina that could haul us out and we called the closest prop guy. Of course, this was Sunday and nothing was going to happen until Monday morning. Just as we were in the entrance of the marina I decided, to heck with this, if nobody is going to help me, then I am going to help myself. I got some time. I am going to do a little in water diagnostics. But first, I need to back out this channel. Just then two mangled pieces of wood came floating to the surface. There was our vibration! Cautiously, I began sliding the throttles forward. Smooth as silk!!! Before long, we were once again sailing our way up the Hudson River, rounding our way past the West Point Military Academy and the beautiful mountains that border our path. Once more, we are sincerely thanked for our courteous boating behaviour. It doesn't take long to forget how horrible things seemed just moments ago. Then it happened again... whack!!! Dammit! Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me. It's time to slow down. What is going on you ask? What can't I get through my thick head? It's spring. We are coming from sunshine. Here they are emerging from a horrible winter/spring and a tropical storm just dumped all over that. The Hudson River is full of all sorts of crap. We saw so many tires floating down the river. Wood. Pieces of dock. All sorts of junk. Get me off this river. Kingston, NY looks real good right now. And it was. Great meal and more incredibly friendly people. Next stop... Albany, NY.
Albany is not that far from Kingston, maybe 50nm. A bit of a lazy day. Our plan was to rent a car and pick up some things. Maybe, have a little fun. We have been pushing it pretty hard lately and the worst is behind us. Just before reaching Albany, I pick up the phone and call ahead to a marina in the Erie Canal system that I remembered having cheap fuel. I would hold off topping up if he is still cheap enough. Sure enough he was. "$3.75 per gallon", he boasts. "Cheapest on the the canal, but you will have a hard time getting here for a while. The canal is closed.", he continues. Once again I am struggling with this four seasons thing. I never even thought. I switch over to the VHF radio to see if the Albany Yacht Club to could take us for a couple days until the canal opened up again. I got a one word reply... "negative". This is quickly starting to feel real bad. There aren't a whole lot of marina choices in this area and Albany was the big one. And that dry reply made me feel like the elephant in the room. I am starting to realize these people have been stuck here a few days and I am naively pulling in thinking that I am going to get a slip. Kerri quickly begins thumbing her way through The Waterway Guide. I am tapping away on the GPS. "Try this number... now try this one". Luckily, thankfully, the Forever Young Health Club and Marina was able to take us in. They just had to move a couple boats around.
Now what? Just wait? We worked so hard to get here. We could have played around a little along the way.
Today, we picked up a car today and ran some errands. Tonight, we even took Macara to a Chuck E. Cheese in recognition of her putting up with some long days on the water. Tomorrow, we are off to Rhode Island. What the heck, we are in the area. A 3hr drive is nothing compared to 9 or 10hrs on the water. That should kill the weekend. Hopefully, the canal will be ready to go by Monday.