Month 13 – Crossing Our Tracks at Ft McAllister Ga

Month 13 – Crossing Our Tracks at Ft McAllister Ga

We are back where we started Dec 1 last year. Ft McAllister Marina Ga. Albeit with about 2000 miles under the bottom of the boat…

So let's catch up!

Last time we had arrived in HHI, SC and we were headed to Marion for the holiday. The rental car for a five hour drive costs about $125 by the time taxis and Avis were done with me. Plus we had to drive past our destination another hour to be able to return the car. 5 hours turned into 7.5. Yuk.

I don't know where you were but it rained all week. It was nice to be in a house with a great wood stove and just play pinochle and eat all week!

The oldest son, Ian, who is in special operations training in the Air Force (look up Combat Controlller if you are interested…) was able to meet us in NC to spend Christmas, then we all drove back to Yume in his truck… Traffic was awful the day after Christmas so we got off on some back roads and got to actually see things as we drove.

We were underway the next morning from Harbourtown Marina in Sea Pines early. It was a great feeling to be back on the water and moving again. We even got to sail across Calibogue Sound!

The plan was for Ian to drive to Brunswick and leave his truck in the marina, then take a cab to the Greyhound station and catch the bus back up to Savannah where we would pick him up as the bus does not come to HHI.

He left at 7, we left at 715, and we got over to Savannah with just enough time to walk to the station and meet him! Love it when a plan works!

As it was a beautiful day – and Saturday – the riverfront in Savannah was crowded with tourists so we docked to a crowd. People want to ask all kinds of questions. Since we have Aspen, Co on the stern of the boat as the hailing port, we often get asked if we sailed the boat from Aspen. We usually tell them yes!

Just downriver from Savannah is Ft Jackson, so we anchored close and dinghied in to have a look. As we walked into the fort, they were re enacting a cannon firing out as they would have done in the Civil War. The cannon boomed and I told them that was my boat they just fired on. We had anchored right in the line of fire! Good thing they were shooting blanks! This pic was shot just as we were walking in. The people in the fort are watching the gun getting ready to fire…

We anchored overnight just south of Thunderbolt. Everyone crashed early and slept hard catching up on the week I guess.

It was just 25 miles to Ft McAllister from there, and with a helpful tidal we made it by 11 am. The boys got out fishing poles and hauled a few catfish, and fun was had by all.

Ian decided he needed a run, and like an idiot I volunteered to go. We ran about 4 miles and except for the heatstroke, cramps, and shin splints I held up well. Today not so good.

We all enjoyed some awesome she crab soup for supper at the restaurant, and hit the bed early.

This morning, early, I took Goose for a walk before pulling out. As he usually does he took off into some woods. I waited a few minutes and whistled for him with no response. 30 minutes later I am convinced Goose has been pulled into the swamp and eaten by a gator. He never has not answered for this long.

It's too dark to look for him as I am sure as hell am not going near that swamp and looking for him with a flashlight, so I head for the boat to wake Shelly and let her know what has happened. Just as I cross the road back to the marina, guess who slinks out of the woods licking his chops because he has been feasting on some dead creature in the swamp. I could have killed him.

I'm still mad at him.

As this is written we are motoring under cloudy, chilly skies through St Catherine Sound heading south and looking for a place to anchor near the beach so we can play some more.

We will be in touch!

Happy New Year

 

Back in Hilton Head Island for Christmas

Back in Hilton Head Island for Christmas

HHI SC Sunset

HHI SC Sunset

Hilton Head Island, SC has been warm and sunny since we got here 3 days ago. We even dug out the shorts and flip flops!

Ryan has been back to the top of the mast with another video…

We are anchored at our spot off Palmetto Bay Marina, trying to get some web work done for clients and p4p, and making preparations to go west in a rental car to spend Christmas with Shelly’s mom in Marion NC. Ian is driving up from San Antonio Texas to be there, then he will drive us back here in his new truck.

The plan is to slowly make our way further south for about a week before he has to head to his next duty station in NC.

The two days on the waterway just before making Wrightsville were cold and windy, and saw us hard aground at one point.

There is a spot in the ICW along Camp Lejeunne where an inlet from the ocean has piled up a bar of sand right smack in the middle of the channel. It is marked, but I missed the marker, and ran hard up on the sand at about 6 mph.

As this is not the first time running a boat aground, (sooner or later if you boat you will run aground!) the crew was pretty well versed in what to do.

First you try to sail off by using the sails to heel the boat as far over as possible which both reduces the draft and powers the boat forward. That didn’t work, and since the tide was roaring out and dropping fast, we quickly dropped the dinghy, lowered an anchor into,it and carried the anchor out about 150 feet to deeper water. Then we use the windlass to haul in the anchor, while hauling in the sails and powering with the motor at the same time.

That worked. Whew! If not the next step would have been to take the halyard (which is used to haul sails up the mast) to the dinghy and pull the mast down which would help,heel the boat way over…

Back in deep water and heading full speed for the drawbridge that opens only on the hour, we look back and there is another boat coming behind us heading for the same spot! We tried calling on the radio to warn them, and even jumped up and down waving our arms. We watched them plow right into the same shallow spot and go hard aground!

Since the dinghy was already down, I turned the wheel over to Ryan and told him to make the bridge, keep going and I would catch up after I helped the new boat get off.

And this is what they did during the hour it took us to free the boat that was aground!

The trip since Wrightsville has been much more enjoyable. Once the weather changed a bit, and we found ourselves ahead of schedule, we slowed down a lot…

We stayed two days in Wrightsville Beach at a free dock at Dockside Marina. The first night we had a nice dinner with Kyria and Danielle from paws4people, and the next night with Jim and Pat Henry who,we like very much. They are also followers of the blog and had lots of questions about what they had read. It was very cool to know someone actually reads this stuff!

The sail from Wrightsville to Southport was only 25 miles and it flew by as we has a 25 knot following NE wind gusting to 30 with a outgoing tide with us all the way put the Cape Fear River. At one point Yume was traveling over the ground at over 10 knots which is screaming for us…

Southport offered another free dock in the town harbor. We love these old fishing towns with the really old houses built by sea captains and passed down in the family.mof course, with Goose we get to walk a lot (twice a day) and we take advantage of it to see as much as we can.

This was a cool Christmas yard display…

We stopped on the way to Charleston at a small private island, dropped an anchor and took Gooose for his morning walk along a deserted ocean beach, collecting shells and letting Goose run free for a change. It was most pleasant although still a bit chilly.

Later that morning we sailed into Charleston and dropped anchor between the Municipal Marina and the Coast Guard station. Shelly and I walked Goose that afternoon, and were amazed at how much we were annoyed by a “city”. It was noisy, crowded, congested, and we decided not to hang around a tour like we thought we wanted to.

Part of the problem was we had just come from a night in McClellanville, a very small old seaport on the ICW just north of Charleston.

This town had been founded as a plantation in the 1700’s, then slowly turned into a community of old historical houses with small lanes fully of very old live oaks full of Spanish Moss. There were old fat dogs running free everywhere, and we stopped into the seafood market to buy a fresh whole flounder for $4 a pound and two pounds of rest shrimp for $3.50 a pound. They were delicious. And so was the town.

We much prefer McClellanville to Charleston!

Someone wanted some privacy and was building this house out in the middle of nowhere. No neighborhood covenants here!

After a nine hour motor (no wind) we arrived at Beaufort, SC, anchored and walked Goose that evening, then again in the morning for a 3 mile hike to the nearest grocery store for a couple of things before taking off for the short 30 miles to Hilton Head. It was another absolutely beautiful morning.

This is the Ladies Island swing bridge at Beaufort. Beaufort is another one of those old historical towns that is well worth visiting!

In a couple of days we will rent a car for the drive to Marion for the holidays, then back to Yume and back on the road.

We are not sure where we are going to visit, but we are sure it will be interesting and really look forward to it!

All of us want to wish you a very joyous and loving Christmas and holiday!

Norfolk to Beaufort North Carolina. Getting Warmer!

Norfolk to Beaufort North Carolina. Getting Warmer!

Early Saturday 11/29 we picked up the anchor and moved over to Waterside which is Norfolk’s version of renovated waterfront to meet our friend and dog trainer extraordinaire Gemma. She was quite impressed with the change in Goose in the year since we had seen her. A nice visit was had by all.
Then it was time to head downriver, and take the right hand channel to the Dismal Swamp Canal.

Making the turn into the river leading to the canal was nice as it got us out of the wind, but was also a symbolic leaving of the ‘north’ and making our way into the south.

But it was still chilly!

There are two locks on the canal. The first on the Norfolk side raises you up to the 20 mile ditch (dug by hand in the early 1800’s). There are three times a day when you can enter either side so you have to prepare accordingly. We locked through at 11am knowing we could make it 18 miles before dark to the highway rest stop that has tie up docks.

From inside the boat, you  can hear people getting out of their cars from the highway rest stop and walking down to the boats…

Even in December, by the time we got there, two other boats had the whole dock. They kindly made room for us, and we just tied up the powerboat that came in after us outboard of Yume.

In the morning there was frost on the docks and decks!

5 miles on we locked in to the southern lock with three others and dropped 8 feet to the river.

Then it was a nice morning motor sail to Elizabeth City, including this old hand operated railroad bridge!

We anchored and piddled the rest of the day in this cool old forgotten town. The sign showing the picture of the boat the Wright Brothers took out to Kitty Hawk is sitting in exactly the same place as Yume! (you can just see Yume in the back of the sign)

Underway early the next morning for the long run to Bellhaven. When we set out I had no idea I would be pulling into the anchorage after an absolutely wonderful day of sailing and a gorgeous sunset.

Goose and Ryan as usual are just as excited about sailing as I am!

The next morning found us out again in the fog early for the 60 miles to Beaufort. We sailed much of this day as the wind blew 15-20 most of the day from the NE which is good when you are going SE!

A day in Beaufort to rest and recuperate, and pull the transmission to tighten up some bolts that had come loose and we are ready to go again!

Next layover – Wrightsville Beach NC!