When we pulled into Grenada or Trinidad at the end of our cruising season it was always a relief because we knew we were avoiding a possible hit from a hurricane. Sure, it’s a lot of work to haul out and get the boat ready for three months sitting in the dirt but it gave us peace of mind knowing we did our best to protect our home.
Now that the season has kicked into gear and we have some named storms making tracks it creeps me out knowing we’re floating and tied to a dock. This feels weird.
I liked walking away from the boat and going home knowing she was strapped down to cables attached to buried cement blocks. Now the cement she is strapped to is floating.
This marina is called a hurricane hole. We always laughed at that term. Nothing is really a hurricane hole but this marina is about as safe as we can get for where we are. We are in a good place.
I haven’t seen one spot I would call a hurricane hole if a hurricane actually hit it. I feel for the people trying to ride one out or fleeing when one is coming towards them. Yikes! We were never willing to take that risk. Being in 70 to 100 knots of Derecho in the Bahamas for three hours was enough for me. I would NEVER ride out a hurricane on a boat. It’s insanity. If we were ever confronted with a storm of that strength we would leave her at anchor and dinghy to shore, tie off the dinghy to a tree and go find some place safe on land to ride it out.
The pandemic has forced some sailors to reside in the zone or store their boats in areas known to get bashed during H season. Fingers crossed this year is a mild one compared to others. As you know, for a lot of us our boat is our home and it would be devastating to lose everything. It’s got to be tough this season with all the governments shutting down their borders for the pandemic. There really is no place to run to.
Our prepping for storage in the water is about the same as on land. Some things we’ve modified. We are leaving the boom up this time. We usually take it down to prevent deck damage should we get hit but I’ve got two lines and a cable lifting it and we’ll have several more securing any movement.
The boat is still being wiped down with vinegar and tea tree oil and all food removed and systems shut down. Only thing running will be the bilge pump (hopefully not much). I will leave one solar panel working to keep the batts topped up but no electricity from the grid will be coming in. The kayaks and dinghy will be strapped to the deck and all canvas removed and then we’ll kiss her goodbye.
If she sinks we will still be able to see her at low tide 😀
Now that the bugs have died off a bit I’ve been getting out in the mornings for a walk or a bike ride. The afternoons have been brutally hot and so any activity has to be done in the morning unless you want to pass out. Now is not a good time to find yourself in a hospital.
I took off for the nearest trail today and got my workout in early. No shark tooth hunting for me but there were a few people already out there poking around and I was up early enough to see the sunrise on the trail. Serious fossil hunters I guess.
Sundays are the best days to hit this trail because the Georgia DOT isn’t out and about. Just duck under the gate and take off!
Just getting off the boat and getting around is cool. A change of scenery without pulling up anchor. At least here I still get a “Good morning” from folks. When we get back to NY it will be more like a grunt or a staring at the shoes or a “Fk off!” 😀
Have a great Sunday everyone! I’m going to lay around in the heat and play some guitar. Maybe watch a show. Read a book. Definitely take a nap.
You ever feel dumb? Maybe that’s not a nice label anymore. Stupid? No, that’s not appropriate either. Slow minded? There we go. You ever feel slow minded?
I’m not talking about a single incident like balancing a pile of vegetables in your arms and then going to pick up another one and having several you were holding fall out back into a bin, re-picking those and then having more fall out but this time into a stack of shopping baskets you should have used in the first place. I’m talking about the overall feeling of brain power inadequacy that’s evident across a period of time.
Mom, is Grandpa stupid?
We don’t say stupid.
Is he dumb? No! And please stop saying those words. Grandpa is old and he doesn’t have much to think about anymore so leave him alone Slow? Is he slow? Go to your room.
I used to do some things automatically. Changing the watermaker filters for instance. Bing, bang, boom. Done. Now it’s bing, bang, boom, why is it running funny? Putting the right filters in the proper housing would help. Damn it.
Starting the generator is easy right? Not if you forget to open the vent on the tank.
Going to shore and leaving the whole boat opened up and your fly open is not very smart.
Cleaning the bilge and leaving a rag laying over the float switch.
Driving away from shore in the dinghy and dragging the 15 ft security cable the whole way. I could go on but it gets embarrassing. After a while you start to think, I might be losing brain power! I might be getting SLOW!
I used to be relatively smart (stop laughing Deb). I did smart things. I retired and had no desire to do the old smart things so I did new smart things like working to get a boat ready to sail away. Then, I sailed away and now I’m not so smart anymore. Does sailing away make you stupid? (Stupid sounds better so I’m using it. My blog anyway). I’m beginning to wonder if that’s true. When sailors all get together for a pot luck does it look like we all got off a bus from the institute? Maybe not everyone out here has the same issue with loss of brain power. Maybe. I’ve seen signs.
But just in case sailing does make you stupid I have some new personal goals in mind to reduce and maybe reverse this problem.
Make Grandpa Smart Again. MGSA. It’s a new program designed to make me (Grandpa) smart or less stupid. Here are the steps that need to be taken.
#1. Brain exercise.
How active is my brain? Based on the “use it or lose it” theory I would say my brain is a couch potato. What do I do that stimulates that gray matter? Sailing? Ha! We don’t even plot courses anymore. I take a paper chart out and make some pencil marks on it once in a while because it looks nautical but we just plug in our destination and some app written by a French guy (who emailed me to tell me to turn off the screen timeout and it will work better…stupid!) will plot a course for you based on weather conditions. The only thing I really calculate is what time to leave our location to get to a place at a proper arrival time. Other than that it’s pretty easy.
Sure, I have to know how to trim sails to get moving at all points of sail but I’ve been doing that for over 25 years. Not a challenge. There is maintenance on the boat which can be challenging. I give myself some points there. I have come up with some solutions to weird problems on this tub and properly repaired a lot of broken shit. I guess that sparks some neurons but is it enough to keep Gramps from being shunned at family gatherings? I don’t know.
My brain needs something else. Learning guitar has been fun and educational. I read a lot whether it’s news online or a novel. I read about science and keep up to date on the latest science discoveries and news especially NASA. I did take up space in school (cheap joke). I need something more. I thought about getting back into programming. I enjoyed that. I’m not talking about work related stuff but fun stuff like writing apps or doing some boat related instrumentation things like tank monitoring. Always nice to know how much crap is in your holding tank.
Learning Spanish would be fun and useful. I took German in High School. I never needed it or had a chance to use it. I will go to Germany one day and order a beer at the Oktoberfest, maybe ask where the bathroom is. That’s all I really need. Three years of German in High school just to order a beer and take a leak.
Spanish can be used at home and it would have really come in handy at a barber shop in Miami many years ago. I was walking around little Havana looking for a barber. I found one but I could not tell them what I wanted done to my hair so I pointed to a photo (there were about 30 pictures all in a row) on the wall but I didn’t know how to say thirteen in Spanish. They gave me a number twelve or a ten. I looked OK with a fade but the gang symbol shaved in was a big mistake. Makes more sense to learn Spanish.
Where do I begin with this? I was always an active person. Not a jogger, runner or weight room fanatic. I was just always moving. My job required me to be on the factory floor quite a bit. Too much actually. I was hardly ever at my desk except when I knew I was retiring. Then, you could see the skid marks going into my office from when I put the brakes on. Being a manufacturing engineer meant you had to always put out fires, or fix stuff. It never let up so I was on the move constantly.
Over the years I managed to involve myself in some sports recreation like hockey and sailing but never anything steady except the usual post holiday gym workouts that were done by April.
I know I need to get out and about more but I also except the fact that I don’t like exercise. I really don’t unless it’s fun. To just walk the same path every day, week and year would kill my drive. Boring. Hockey was fun because I could hit people 😀 Sailing was cool of course. Morning walks are good if I have a coffee and some tunes. If the coffee starts working early you can get some good cardio on the run back.
I have plenty of excuses but the main one for walking is downhill blows my knee up. I have no ACL in my right leg. Uphill no problem but going down is brutal. The knee lasts about 2 miles and then I limp bad enough that cars pull over and ask if I need a lift.
Biking. I like bikes. Biking is easy on my knee. I had a blast riding the bike trails in Jacksonville. The parks there are amazing for bikers. I had an old trail bike (sort of) at the time. Rusty and not safe for the trails but I hit them anyway. Good fun. Some of the pro riders would look at me with distaste. They were in their stretchy clingy outfits and I had cargo shorts and sweat stained t-shirt. They had shock absorbers, gloves, tinted goggles and biking shoes (WTF). I had a rust encrusted old bike with questionable tires and a super padded comfy gel filled seat for my flat ass and a pair of old Keens. They blew through fast and furious. I just missed a tree and slid down an embankment into a stream I prayed had no gators in it.
They fist bumped afterward and placed their bikes carefully on a roof rack while drinking electrolytes. I came off the trail muddy and scraped and tossed the bike into the back of the old Chevy van and popped a beer out of the cooler. So much fun. I went back many times to those trails and did plenty of beach riding in the mornings.
More bike riding is in my future. Less time sitting on the boat is in my future. Flat land is in my future. Walking (2 miles max), biking and way more exercise is definitely in my future.
Why didn’t we get out more on the islands? I don’t know. We are both kind of social misfits so maybe that has something to do with it. We kind of stopped exploring as much as we did when we first started. When we get to a new island we get the urge to check it out but once we’ve been there a couple times we say screw it. Sometimes the cruiser gang gets a tour going which is a lot of fun. There should be more of those. You get to see the island and meet people, or stand around by yourselves smiling at everyone like a dufus.
Exercise helps the mind. Keeps you sharp and alert and you definitely feel better afterward. Gramps could be trim and smart… or in the hospital. We’ll see.
#3 Eat Healthier.
But, you’re vegetarians so you’re stuffed with vegetables every day so how much healthier can you get? Ha! Just because we do not eat meat does not mean we eat healthy. Down in the windwards fresh veggies can be hard to find. I take that back. The fresh veggies you are used to eating back in the states are hard to find. Local fruits and veggies are easy to come by but they’re not what I’m used to. The spinach is bitter and some of the greens have to be cooked a certain way else they will hurt. Plenty of root vegetables can be found but I’m not a fan. When you do find some food you like you have to eat it soon because it will rot very quickly. I would be healthier if I wasn’t so picky about the local stuff.
Sometimes I get a craving for a certain food. Fresh broccoli is hard to come across depending on the island. For a few weeks there was zero broccoli. When I found some it was like heaven on the tongue. I was afraid I was going to over cook it and ruin my only chance. This gets old after a while. Do I have to hunt for vegetables every week?
So overall we’ve been on the not so healthy side of nourishment. We’re not starving but we’re not getting enough fresh food. We’re not eating bad food but it’s not great food. The good thing about living in the islands is their lack of interest in consuming sugar. Sugary foods are hard to find. Snacks are hard to find as well. A large grocery store in the US typically has a full aisle stocked with snacks and then has little stands scattered throughout the store plus there are snacks in smaller packages at the checkout. Down here you don’t see that. We might see a small section of an aisle with snacks and all the bags are smallish. No candy aisle either and sodas are not very popular. Let’s face it sugar is evil and we are happy to not have it so readily available.
The islands were a blessing in that respect. Our sugar consumption is very small and it shows in zero cavities since we left and definite weight loss. My plan is to eat more fresh food and whole grains. Veggie stands have been easy to find here on the islands but limited in variety so I have to get over my lack of interest in root vegetables and other strange looking things in those bins until we get somewhere with food I recognize.
#4 Cut back on the Happy Juice
I’m not a heavy drinker (GTFO! No really). I do not drink liquor except on special occasions like climbing a hill to the top and celebrating with under the counter rum flavored with Mary Jane and what not, only to be carried to the bottom by a friend(Thank you John). I only weigh 150 pounds and whatever I drink goes straight to my brain. Good thing I have a big ole head.
I come from a long line of beer drinkers and I can hold my own in that department. OK, I used to hold my own. Now not so much. It doesn’t take too many to get me silly nowdays. I like beer. I will always like beer. I enjoy a cold beer just about every day (OK Kavanaugh). Lately though it’s been interrupting my sleep and if I drink too much it may trigger a migraine. The migraine research is still ongoing but I have my suspicions.
I like to drink socially and Debra is a big part of that social life and Miss Debra has cut way back so I am trending in that direction also. I have to say that since the reduction in happy juice I have been dropping the gut and feeling better. Also I am sleeping better. So maybe I just savor the few beers I typically have and get really happy once in a while.
Most islands are geared towards tourism, and bars and partying is a common thing. When we first started this migration south we were definitely in party mode. Why not? Nothing wrong with that. After five seasons the party started to wind down a bit and we just didn’t want to wake up with the blahs two to three times a week so we backed off. It’s still very hard not to get caught up in the continuing party lifestyle but other friends our age have started cutting back as well. There is a party here every day and if you can handle it you will have a great time. I’m not preaching. I’m actually jealous. I wish I could do it.
How does cutting back on beer make you smarter Grandpa? Well you have that whole brain cell theory where alchohol wipes them out. There’s that, but when you wake up all fuzzy and your day is spent lounging in the cockpit trying to recover from the night before that means your brain is not working on something more entertaining or productive. You’re a sloth. Having two or three days of this slothiness (pretty sure it’s a word.) is not a good way to be. Over time you get stupid.
But you’re over 60 so why do you care? Eat, drink and be merry because fuck you’re old.
Because I want to be over 80 that’s why! I also don’t want to be a drunk dumbass…except on Thursdays. There’s something about Thirsty Thursdays that make me want to get out and free my mind. Mostly though, I don’t have a whole lot of time left for wasting a day or two with a hangover. They hurt.
#5 Social Media, Internet – The time waster
OK, the people that are on Facebook all the time are going to frown on this one and tell me it’s what you make of it man! You don’t have to be addicted to it! Right.
Facebook is fun at times and it’s nice to stay connected but geez it’s turned ugly and it’s a damn time waster. The only good thing I see with FB is keeping in touch with friends and family and maybe events happening in your area. The rest of it blows. Don’t ever get your news from FB. Geez, it’s like they took Fox “news” and radiated it until it turned zombie and started eating peoples brains.
I noticed a lack of young people on FB recently so I asked some younger friends and family what’s up. Too many olds, they said. We ruined it with all the politics and bullshit. Way to go angry old men of the world.
I keep up with world events. You should. It’s smart. Find the right news sights and subscribe. Just don’t spend all day popping in and out and hanging on every tweet or update. It’s addicting and really a big waste of time unless you’re a journalist. I just started backing off on this but I want to grab the phone every hour to check in. The real test will be hen we have unlimited wifi. Oye.
#6 More Family Time
We really miss our family. It’s to the point now where we think more about them and what they’re doing then we do about where we are and what we’re doing. Does that make sense? The Grandkids are growing up so fast that Debra and I feel we are missing out on some really fun times. We would like to be a bigger part of their life and many of you probably remember your grandparents fondly. We don’t want to be mysterious. We knew as the years passed we would miss them more and more. Some days it is depressing knowing you are not with them on some adventure. All you see is the pictures of their smiles but you don’t hear their laughter. It can get to you and make you sad. We’re not out here to be sad.
So, what does all this mean Mr. Personal Improvement?
Changes! Yes, many changes. I have come to the conclusion that sailing away makes me a bit of a dullard. Now, I really should define that a little more. Sailing/Cruising CAN make you a wee bit lazy in the brain. There are other factors involved (some listed above) but for me, sailing/cruising is making me kind of a dim bulb and the time to act is now, so that I may retain some of what I’ve got left upstairs. The brain is like a muscle right?
Don’t you like cruising anymore?
We love it! If we didn’t have Grandkids we’d probably stay out here and probably go back to the States for shorter visits. Sorry kids but you’re not as cute as the Grands. The cuties back home are the magnets pulling us back.
Cruising has been a gift that has changed us forever. We’re different people now. We’ve lost our rough edges. They have been smoothed over by travel and visiting other people and places and experiences. Living on the water is adventurous and calming. Plenty of highs and lows to deal with which makes life interesting. But, like any lifestyle it can get repetitive and boring after a while. It can also get more challenging as you age.
Does this mean sailing/cruising is over for us guys? I don’t know. I think so. We’re going to park KN near family and do some work on her while living aboard. In the Fall/Winter we will decide what to do. At this point in our lives we don’t look too far ahead. All I know right now is I need some other stimulation besides floating on a boat in paradise. I’m restless.. and getting stupid. Apparently.
Cheers! PJJB MGSA
“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” – Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky
This was written in the past. No too far back. Not sure why it was never posted. Oh well.
What a world eh? Pandemic city. Who could of predicted this? A lot of people did actually, but that’s water under the bridge now so, what will happen in the near future? More people dying is probably a given though without testing we really will not know how many die from this virus now will we? It looks like maybe eighty percent of the people will get the virus and be fine. The older you are the more likely it will affect you. This of course sucks for me because I’m in my sixties. Lower sixties but still old enough to get the death blow.
This is more annoying than scary right now. It’s scary but mostly I’m annoyed with it. I see a future of young people out in public looking at me and wondering if I should be among them. I imagine myself out and about around town and getting the looks of scorn.
“Hey Pops shouldn’t you be in your bubble or locked in a room somewhere instead of taking up precious table space?
“What you got a death wish or something? Get your groceries online!”
“I’m sorry sir but I can’t serve you here. You could be dead next week and I don’t need the lawsuit from your wife or kids thinking I’m responsible.”
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe nobody will care that I’m out and about. Maybe people will just ignore me like I’m dead already. Maybe they will treat me better because they know I’m toast?
“Isnt’ that sweet? He’s getting ice cream. Eat as much as you want pops! Enjoy it while you can!”
“Hey look, the walking dead are doing Thai Chi in the park. Why do they even bother with exercise? I’d be eating a cheese steak sandwich with a cold one under a tree watching the ladies yoga class if it were me.”
I’m already seeing some reactions down here in the islands. While out getting propane some 20 somethings were walking down the sidewalk with a pizza and some growlers of beer. No mask. No cares. They did not move out of the way for me and my cart and propane bottle. I had to step aside into the grass and my cart tipped. I had the mask and I had to avoid. They laughed, sending droplets flying.
A local woman was passing another local while jogging and they passed close. As she came close to me she ran off onto the grass about 20 feet away to avoid the masked old foreigner. Lady I’ve been floating offshore for over a month. I should be avoiding YOU! I see the world has changed already and some things will never be the same again. I like to think people will just fall into the same old routine but now I have my doubts.
The handshake is gone forever. Good. I hated shaking hands. Being smallish, everyone I shook hands with (except another small person) would try to squeeze the juice out of my hand. Why are you trying to cripple my fretting hand asshole? (Guitar reference). So I’m happy with that tradition dying. People coughing into their hands, blowing snot into a tissue with it and worst of all wiping their butts with it and then shaking your hand. Me being left handed keeps my right hand relatively germ free but most of you pack a ton of nasty onto those hands and then spread it around in a Howdy Do You Do handshake. Gross.
Lines and Queue’s. Gone. Who would want to wait packed into a line or a wandering queue for entry anywhere? They were bad enough without the pandemic but now it’s suicide. How will this be handled? By phone maybe? I don’t know but I am not getting in a line without a ten foot space around me.
After arrival in the States:
Pandemic? What pandemic?
I see the occasional mask around town. Mostly people are carrying on as usual. Old and young, doesnt’ matter. They saw something on the news about a Covid or corona or something. They’re not sure but, “Hell if I’m gonna wear a mask. That’s for pussies and fking sheep.”
Old people? Who cares. Nobody cares. They’ll cough right in your face. When you’re checking out in the grocery store the cashier will pull down her mask to talk to you about your snack purchase. They don’t care. The guy on the other side of the gas pump will cough, spit and laugh out loud on the phone. Don’t care. The person who delivers your pizza will talk in your face telling you how mad he was because he couldn’t find you even though you were the only person wearing a mask, standing in the rain under an umbrella in a parking lot in front of the delivery address. Uncaring Moron.
The future for the USA? Nothing will change related to the virus. There will be fewer older Americans and fewer Americans with pre-existing conditions but basically there will be fewer Americans. I hope I’m wrong.
I had thoughts of just continuing on and crossing the Atlantic and running aground in France, making our way to Germany as refugees but we have family here so I guess we’ll stay. As a way of protest I did make a German dish on Independence Day instead of hot dogs and hamburgers. Sausage, sauerkraut, Spaetzle, breaded cutlets, broccoli. The shame!
I felt better after that. Mostly symbolic but it was a protest nonetheless. Germany and some other countries handled the response to the virus, America fucked it up. Some of my family were refugees from Germany prior to WWII so I have a relationship with Bavaria. In fact, visiting the area was in our plans until the pandemic struck. Now we will see how this all shakes out.
In a way it’s kind of funny. We fled an island with a small number of virus cases, sailed to the US and got touched by lightning and then the county our marina is in is now considered a virus hot spot. Son of a..
Being labeled a hot spot you would expect to see a quiet town but they recently had a first Friday celebration and a brewery opening. No mask required. Am I missing something here? Did some invasive brain eating bug creep into our water system and tweak everyone a little?
A temporary change of subject…
When we landed in the States we were out of beer. I went to a marina and got fuel and happy juice. Choices were Bud, Bud light, Busch lite, Corona. Wow! What a selection! Damn. I asked for a 12 pack of Bud. “Your lucky day sir. You get 18 for the price of 12”. Gee, thanks.
Yesterday I read about an employee of Anheiser Bush that has been pissing in the Bud tanks for the last 12 years. 😦
On a positive note we have seen family a few times and we are mobile. Joy! The marina is still nice and neighbors are friendly. We’re the oddball mask wearing quiet people without air conditioning that never puts meat on the grill, only flaming vegetables but I think we’ll get along.
Wrapping up this post I’ll just say that you should not take what I’ve said here as unpatriotic. I like it here but there needs to be improvement. We need to care more for each other and that means wearing a mask to protect each other. It’s not politics, it’s science and you’re not unmanly if you wear a mask you knob. “Yea well the president doesn’t wear one.” He wears makeup. If he put the mask on it would fuck up his face cake alright? That’s the only reason he doesn’t wear one.
When we start politicizing science then we’re in trouble. People die. When I get smirks and comments for wearing a mask in public I would like to shout back with some very well rehearsed comments like, “You think this is funny? You give me the virus because you want freedom for your face? Cause your fragile male ego prevents you from being seen in a mask? You give me the virus and I could bring it home to my 5 yr old grandson with kidney disease and he would most likely get very sick. You find that funny asshole?”
Instead, I just do the right thing and avoid conflict, wear a mask and distance as much as possible. It is after all a “free” country and you can do what you want…even if it’s selfish and not very patriotic at all.
This boat doesn’t even move. The water is so still that the boat just gently rides up and down with the eight foot tide without a tilt or any motion we can detect. It’s weird for us to be this still. Occasionally you hear the water passing by the hull as the tide goes out. That’s it.
Unfortunately the air is as still as the water and it can get a bit stifling. Lately the mosquitoes have been enjoying the stillness as well as the fresh blood sacks walking around. I feel like a test subject for Deep Woods Off. “How much can the little fucker take?” Once you’ve had Zika you tend to be a bit paranoid about bites so you spray up.
Even though things seem peaceful and quiet KN is not done with us yet. I think she’s pleading with me to wash her down and to clean and wax her hull but I’ve been waiting for the killer mosquitoes to die off. The county cropduster flew overhead and sprayed the area because I wasn’t thoroughly coated with enough chemicals. This seemed to kill off some of them. It took about a week for the little bastards to die and they did only to be replaced by biting sand gnats. 😦
So KN has been acting like a teenager not liking her new neighborhood and fighting back a bit. Yesterday the main water pump decided quit in the middle of Deb’s shower. This usually only happens to me so it was refreshing to see the First Mate get her turn standing in the shower full of soap and no water. I had to slide the garden hose down through the hatch for Deb to use. Grandma was not pleased.
I couldn’t work on the pump because I had to ride a bike to the rental car company to pick up a vehicle. “Here’s a hose. I’ve got to go.” Deb’s mood was a bit unfriendly the rest of the morning.
I left soapy Deb and searched the bike racks for the best marina bike. Two on the rack next to us were shit. One had a wobbly back wheel. Been there. The other had no brakes which I discovered the other day. It’s not always easy to ride in tight circles trying to slow down to a stop. WTF.
One bike seemed OK but when I got on it the handlebars were too close to my knees. What the hell is wrong with this thing? I couldn’t turn without the handle bar hitting a leg. It was like a clown bike. It was like a kids drawing of a bicycle come to life.
I selected one but it had a giant crate strapped to the back rack. This means my dismount would not be swinging the leg over the back fender. Just like the old days of my Schwinn with a sissy bar. Only took one spill on that to remember that bar was there.
Except for the giant pool of sweat on my chest and back the ride there was uneventful and I even got a free upgrade so I could fit the crap bike into a hatchback instead of it hanging out of a trunk. We were supposed to get a car the day before but they stiffed us and had nothing until 2 pm. I think they were a bit taken back when they said our car was ready and we told them to fuck right off. Why would I take the car at 2pm when we asked for it at 9am? Unfortunately these rental companies are all going bankrupt because of the virus. Rentals will be scarce for a while.
We rented the car so we could drive to our own car and bring it back. We hit the road and when we pulled up to our car in storage I thought it was leaning a bit to starboard. Shit! Flat tire.
Call the auto club? I popped the trunk to check the spare and I found my foot pump for the bike tires. I jacked the car up and pumped that tire up no problem. Sweet! I forgot I bought that quality tire pump. Good thing eh? So, we started her up and she ran fine. Phew! Now we have a car and our own bikes at the marina. 🙂
With the cars we went to see family after running some errands. It was great seeing the kids and grandkids from SC. It was a fun day outside with water activities even with masks on. These kids just give us a smile that lasts for weeks. Even though I’ll be squished under a sink with plumbing and electrical work most of the next day I will still be smiling.
So it’s quite a switch from how we usually live on the boat and it feels a bit odd but I think we’ll adjust easily if we ever get used to having neighbors so close. I’ll have more on that later. The next step, moving onto land will be the real test. It’s been life afloat for some time now and it will be a real change but I bet we’re OK with it.
The best part about being back? When we said goodbye to the kids we knew it wasn’t for nine months. “See ya next week!” felt so good to say.
Side note: My grandson says, Grandpa pull your mask down. I pulled it down and smiled. OK, I just wanted to see your face. 💕
When we got to the States we saw very few if any people wearing a mask. We wore ours. We got some looks and maybe a head shake or two from people who fought the idea of wearing one. We didn’t care. We didn’t care about the looks we were getting but we did care about them not wearing a mask.
Apparently the reason for not wearing one is basically, You can’t make me. Also, wearing one means you’re a liberal. WHAT?
Only in America do we politicize wearing a mask to protect yourself and others from a virus that killed over 100,000 people and has infected millions just in your own country. We’re absurd.
We went into the clubhouse to get free beer when we landed because captain Paul had zero beers in the fridge. We were masked newcomers and we were stealing free beer! Yep, after the 3rd pour and take away to the boat we saw the sign that said no takeaways of beer! Huh. We went back to the boat and thought about that, then went back to the clubhouse to get in one more “pour and run.”
Who were these masked assholes taking beers to go in giant water bottles?!
“Hi! We’re from Kelly Nicole. We disobey rules because you all are sitting here in the clubhouse unmasked and shoulder to shoulder laughing and carrying on like there’s no pandemic at all. So, we pour and run. Bye!”
Georgia and specifically this county are spiking in cases. I’m hoping we start seeing more masks and more distancing. We don’t venture into a store without one and I have not been within 12 feet of anyone else even outside. There are times we get closer but we have our masks in our pockets ready to deploy.
We were supposed to visit friends today but since this bulletin came out and the fact we all share the same public restroom here at the marina we figured it would be safer to avoid people right now until we can get tested. It’s been a rough week here on KN. Sad news from family and now this virus is working it’s way closer. We have plenty of work to do to keep our minds busy so we’ll be fine as long as the virus keeps it’s distance.
We don’t want to wear the masks but we know it’s the smart thing to do. Please mask up when indoors or when you’re in close quarters even outside. Forget about politics and think about the safety of your fellow Americans. In other words, don’t be a dumb ass.
Here is a little summary of our sail from the USVI.
The wind forecast called for downwind sailing the whole way until we exited the Old Bahamas Channel we might face a bit of a north wind in the Gulf Stream. Ha!
So we left the Virgin Islands in a very light wind from the East. We have a heavy headsail, a 135% Genoa made for upwind sailing in tradewinds. We had to reach off.
We continued to Jibe our way across the top of Puerto Rico. PR is a long island. Longer than Long Island. It seemed to take forever and the waves and swell would knock the wind out of our sail at times. Annoying as hell.
When we got to the Dominican Republic we expected wind and we got some. We also got waves but we were moving. Other boats with a spinnaker or a light air blooper were making tracks. We continued to jibe. Eventually the wind completely faded and we pretty much drifted for a day in the sun which was actually kind of fun and relaxing but we were not making progress so by late afternoon the motor came on and we dropped anchor in Great Inagua.
This is where the weather turned to crap. We went from no wind to too much and all the areas around us were getting hideous storms in between periods of zero wind. We did not have the fuel to continue along the Bahamas Channel Route if there were three days of no wind. Crazy. So we waited for the weather to change.
While we waited the Bahamas government decided that they would let sailors who applied for safe passage (we did) stop to rest and refuel and wait out bad weather. Cool! Our decision was made to pass safely through the Bahamas along a regular route versus making a quick run through the Old Bahamas Channel. Interestingly our weather dude advised us to take the OBC route. I turned down the advice and damn glad I did.
It was tempting to follow everyone else and head that way but the allure of stopping to rest and refuel was too great so we watched the others pull anchor and head out while we waited for the wind up north to take a break. This was tough. Everyone moving while we sat there.
While we sat there Arthur formed and things got weird. If we had followed the others we would have got the shit kicked out of us and possibly broke the boat. Some of the others are in for repairs. Some are possibly in therapy after so much praying to survive. It was a good move on our part. My gut was saying “Don’t be a fool! Fool!” Best decision all year.
Arthur sucked the wind out of the area leaving pretty much nothing to sail with except the trip from Great Inagua to Acklins where we hit 8 knots with just a reefed headsail. I had to slow the boat down by pulling more of the sail in so we could sleep. After this we had to motor sail and get past Long Island which was a long slog in big swell. Pukey.
When we rounded Long Island we throttled down to maintain just under 5 knots and quietly and in still water moved through the darkness of Exuma Sound. The stars were incredible from Great Inagua to this point. Just amazing to look at.
Getting through the cut into the current near Black Point was fun. We nailed it dead center. We refueled at Staniel Cay and waited some more for the weather to clear.
I think we stressed for days about the DECCA Channel route through the Great Bahama Bank we were thinking of taking. There was a shallow section on the charts showing 6ft 9 inches. We draw 6 ft. We were making ourselves sick and second guessing our route. I went to facebook and friends (Odin) for help. I got some good advice and we left in the morning for the channel in poor light. When we got to the “Shallow” spot we never saw anything under 12 ft. WTF! A complete waste of stress.
We had 65 hours of fuel to burn for our trip home and we ran that diesel the whole way with the main up to catch any wind. There was no wind and we eventually dropped the sail when we hit the Atlantic Ocean.
The crossing from the Bahamas to the USA was the second best crossing we’ve had. Flat water and any waves (less than 2 ft) were behind us. Easy peasy! We got into the stream and were doing 9 and almost 10 knots and eventually we were in the glow of Florida. As we approached West Palm I looked at Deb and asked, “What’s that smell?” She couldn’t place it but with a crinkled nose was thinking is this what the US smells like?
Comet. Comet cleanser. That’s the smell. I figured it out eventually and Deb agreed. Home smells like Comet Cleanser. Oye.
We pulled into West Palm in the dark and poked around. We almost ran aground looking for a spot to anchor and then dropped the hook too close to another boat but they were asleep. In the morning the guy was like, “What the fuck man!” Then the storm hit and lightning struck and Deb screamed and the dude we were next to probably cursed us but eventually it all stopped and they left and here we are 😀
As you know by now from Facebook we had some damage from the lightning strike and lost our autopilot among other things. This forced us to motor up the ICW until we could jump out at St Mary’s and jump back in at St Simons.
I have to thank the Salty Dawgs. They were awesome! Great organization and a pretty darn good rally that was quickly organized to get us home safely. Cheers to the Dawgs.
Sorry I have not blogged in a while. Still trying to unload and clean the boat and come to grips with the fact it’s over.
A jolly good start to the morning. I refilled the fuel tank, killed 5 flies, made some tea. Refueled, killed, re-energized. Other than staring into a chartplotter I think I’m done for the day.
We entered the Bahamas bank at 3am and the depth dropped to 9 ft. Nine ft is good in the Bahamas but we’re not used to it. We throttled down to a crawl and both of us stared into screens for 2 hrs while lightning flashed around us. It was a crazy scene.
Now we’re in 20 ft of water and way ahead of schedule even though we were dogging it most of the way. I guess we’re going into West Palm in the dark. Joy.
There are 10 or so cruise ships parked just off the bank. The crew for those ships have to be bonkers by now.
Flat seas and no wind. It’s far from ideal but I’ll take it. I told the old gal I would treat her gently on this trip back. So far so good.