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Got into Lauderdale about 1630 Friday, second of the crew to arrive.
Charlie, who had just purchased a Tayana 42 and is in the process of moving it to it's new home in Charleston from Palm Beach was already there. Tom, (Beneteau 47) from Bay City, MI, Fran -DC area, lost her boat in Isabel, and Marsha, a boatless obnoxious tourist from Chicago arrived later in the evening, we sat around, had a few drinks, barbecued dinner and discussed the passage in general terms. John mentioned that we wouldn't be shoving off first thing in the a.m. as he had to run down to Miami to take care of some business, he had to do a piece for BBC world(short-wave) service and wouldn't be back until 1100 or so. Which would work well, we could go out to eat and I could make a last minute purchase, an idiot string for my hat that I couldn't find at the WM store in Toledo on my drive down. My first hint as to potential problems with Marsha, who accompanied me to the Boat/US store, was her suggestion that we make a detour to check out the WM store in Lauderdale, which is huge and the largest in the chain. I pointed out to her that the skipper said he would be back by 1100 and we didn't have enough time and that it would be bad form to keep everyone waiting for us whilst we lollygagged at WM. She seemed slightly taken aback by this thought, but it was my car, so she couldn't do much. We ended up waiting for John until around 1400, it turned out that the piece he was doing was actually a panel discussion on travel safety with John's field of expertise being piracy. He apologized, we shove off around 1530 with a stop at the gas dock on the way out. On the way out John mentioned wx from various sources, ne winds 15-20 kts and reports of 16 ft. seas out in the stream, he offered us the option of going south to Miami, or heading straight out. We all agreed that going south was probably the better option, would give everyone a chance to get their sea legs and the winds were forecast to subside and start heading east. Fran drove all of the way down, she was feeling slightly queasy and still suffering the loss of her boat. We arrived in the port, close to sunset, only to be accosted by the local marine police. About 4 of them on the boat, shouting questions and barking orders, at one point asking us to drop our main and stop! John quietly pointed out the absurdity of their request(in a busy shipping channel, we had just passed a large cruise ship heading out) one of the cops asked us if everyone spoke English(no kidding) and they sped away. Dropped the hook in front of the "Rusty Pelican", we had turned on the running lights at this point and noticed that they were non-functional. Had a nice dinner, everyone hit the sack around 2200. Sometime in the next 5 hours or so I had the strangest dream, I was looking up through the open, screened, forward hatch and there was this strange mixture of loud music and someone talking in a Hispanic accent. I wanted to sit up and shout "Shut the f__ck up", but I couldn't be bothered to undo the screen so I went back to sleep. In the morning John and the others were talking about the music coming from the restaurant that started at midnight and played till after 0300 and how they couldn't sleep. Nice to have earplugs. We weighed anchor around 0930 Sunday, John discovering that the electric windlass wasn't working in the process. Had beautiful weather, winds from the same direction but down to 10 kts.Things being what they are by 1700 the winds had died and were firmly on the nose for the most part, so fire up the iron genny and motorsail for the next 27 hours or so with varying degrees of efficiency. As an aside, the diesel on this boat burns around 1 gph at a speed of around 6 kts., not the most efficient way to get around. I missed one of the potential great photo ops of the trip, the fellas cast out the fishing reel on the transom and hooked a 3 ft. mako around 0800 Monday, of course I was still sleeping at the time. Sometime around midday I notice that the newly installed rigid vang was separating from the boom, screw holes completely stripped. Removed the remaining screws, lashed it to the deck, reinstalled the old vang. We were finally able to shut the diesel down around 2000, had an absolutely beautiful sail on my watch with Fran, 15 kts from the east and we were able to average 8.5 kts. Another aside, we were doing 1/2 on/off for our shift and I did have to practically pry Fran off the wheel. We were able to make SS by around 1700 Tuesday, first unpleasant surprise was the swell across the entrance. We had tried unsuccessfully to raise the marina at Cockburn Town for tidal information, the boat draws 7' and the depth in isn't much greater than that. Oh, almost forgot, the depth sounder wasn't working either. After mulling options the skipper decided to head in, just as we crossed the bar and were just getting our nose in we grounded. This attracted an audience in short order, we were able to find out at this point that the tide wasn't coming back in until 2230. After about 45 minutes of careful engine work we were able to free ourselves, and tie up to the gas dock and figure out where we were going to park the boat for the night. This is not the best place to park(the marina), very healthy surge and fairly unprotected. Got the boat parked finally, spent a great deal of time teeing up, for obvious reasons. Walked into town for dinner, decent meal, expensive by most standards. Another taste of Marsha, we had to split the bill, I did the math, Marsha wanted to argue about the tally even though I actually paid more than I had to. On the way down she spent most of her time in the cabin, on the only watch I had to suffer with her she never drove the boat at all. John points out in his literature and on his website that these are "working" trips, everyone is expected to do their part, but my friend did almost nothing the whole time, which was crictical on the way back. Wednesday morning the wx reports were forecasting 25-20 kts, there was still a strong surge at the entrance, so the skipper decided to spend another day. The cruisers next door(nice folks, beautiful boat) joked that they might spend another month there, waiting for perfect condition before they set sail, having that luxury. They were setting up their dish network dish on the dock that day. John arranged a guided tour of this tiny island, "Snake Eye" (no typo) being our guide and driver, for later in the afternoon, Fran and I decided to walk down to Club Med to see how the other half lived. Of course, Marsha wanted to accompany us, but it was about a 3/4 mile walk and we managed to ditch her at the "Riding Rock" and continue on our own, much to our relief. After the tour(guided, $5 tip which was disdainfully accepted by our young Bahamian tour guide) we all met back at the Riding Rock for lunch and drinks. The tour was as interesting as it could possibly be, there isn't much on the island except a few ruins, a lighthouse at the northern end(interesting) and the Columbus monuments just south of Cockburn Town. Dinner on the boat, planning for a departure the following morning at high tide, 1030. Should have known what kind of day it was going to be, it took 2 tries before we were able to tie up at the gas dock. The surge was gone though, we timed our departure for about 15 minutes before high tide, just in case. We did actually ground on the way out, for about 15 seconds, and were on our merry way! Winds were honking out of the east around 25+kts, so we should have had a nice though somewhat rough sail for the first leg back. About a half hour after we got the sails up, the main ripped from luff to leech at the second batten, well above the third reef point. Apparently it got slapped a little to hard on the spreader, and was old and suffering from some UV degradation. Somewhat ironic, we were waiting for a brand new main on Friday that never arrived, we were planning on using it. John hauled the main down, I got the happy chore of keeping the boat upright with the diesel and the staysail, while Fran and John sewed the main. Fran was able to do about a third when mal de mer took over, John had to do the rest, Marsha disappeared into her cabin and didn't reappear until the following morning. John later confessed that he was somewhat concerned at this point, the rest of us were too stupid to be scared. Finally got the main back up and running after about 4 hours, what a difference! Our only restriction was that we kept the main fairly tightly sheeted in and that were to avoid flogging at all cost. It was still tons of fun, but it was going to be a tough night as John told me flat out that he didn't want Charlie driving, meaning we would be doing the nights watches with 4 instead of 5. When we got up for our first night watch at 2300, still had to pry Fran off the wheel! John had decided to shorten our watches from 3 hours to 2, didn't sleep until after the last watch, too much motion. The night watches were great though, couldn't see a thing, didn't really care, probably better off not seeing a thing. And good luck that we were where we were, not having any running lights. The main lasted until sometime between 0500-0600, Tom and I joked that it was nice it didn't let go on our watch. The winds subsided that day, motorsailed all the way back to Lauderdale, John resewed the main but decided not to redeploy-I think he got tired of sewing. Finally got back around midday Saturday, nothing of interest except a close encounter with a freighter on an early Saturday watch-I don't think he saw us, probably wasn't looking either. The cruise ships were never really an issue as they're lit up like x-mas and you can see them for miles plus their bridges are probably fully manned around the clock. As an exclamation point, when we got to the first opening bridge in Lauderdale, it wouldn't open. Had to run Fran and Tom over to a nearby dock so they could catch flights, John asked everyone if they wanted to get off. No takers. It's a bit of a chore tying up here what with all of the surge form the heavy traffic on the river.1/2 hour later Marsha says she wants to get off. I almost told her to swim, but after we got rid of her and Charlie we were both happy, we ended up waiting 2 hours for the bridge to open. I was telling John that everything was "downhill" from here (bad choice of words), we were motoring at some speed(no wake zone) to catch the next opening bridge, John had contacted him on the radio to let him know we were coming, whaddaya know, FL marine cops see us and order us to stop, write John a $50 ticket for not having a FL registration on his boat, totally bogus as the boat is federally documented. End of story. Posted up all of the pics worth posting, may have a few more from other sources in the future. http://community.webshots.com/album/129572627BLfVvi John Cairns |
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Good story, John. Those cruise ships sure do look like Borg hives....
-- katysails s/v Chanteuse Kirie Elite 32 http://katysails.tripod.com "Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea." - Robert A. Heinlein |
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"katysails" wrote in message ... Good story, John. Those cruise ships sure do look like Borg hives.... -- katysails s/v Chanteuse Kirie Elite 32 http://katysails.tripod.com Yeah, John did some writing for one of the lines(won't say who) got a free junket to St. Nazaire to watch them build one, he was chock full of interesting little facts about these ships. They are some of the ugliest things on the water, but at night, they're lit up like x-mas and you can see the loom long before the lights actually come into sight, they look quite pretty. John Cairns |
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John Cairns wrote:
John had contacted him on the radio to let him know we were coming, whaddaya know, FL marine cops see us and order us to stop, write John a $50 ticket for not having a FL registration on his boat, totally bogus as the boat is federally documented. I do hope John has enough free time on his hands to go to court and waste as much of the water cops time as he possibly can fighting this ticket. The parking officers in the town closest to me seem to be averse to going to court, every time I have announced my intention to dispute a ticket in court the case has been dropped before the court date comes up. Cheers Marty ------------ And now a word from our sponsor ---------------------- For a quality mail server, try SurgeMail, easy to install, fast, efficient and reliable. Run a million users on a standard PC running NT or Unix without running out of power, use the best! ---- See http://netwinsite.com/sponsor/sponsor_surgemail.htm ---- |
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Great story, thanks John!
Sounds like the boat was a little rough... gotta expect some malfunction and breakage but having the main rip just plain sucks... even if it wasn't your watch. As for BobMarsha, she sounds like a peach. One reason I avoid this type of trip. A few years back I did a delivery with a guy who 1- threw up most of the way 2- complained about everything constantly (I guess it's hard to have a positive attitude when you're nauseous) 3- refused to clean up after himself 4- was a food hog 5- snored loudly and 6- expected to be paid in advance when we weren't getting paid at all, so instead he mooched & stole. At least BobMarsha wasn't a helm hog! FB Doug King |
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Great story - thanks.
BTW, the states have a right to required local registration even on documented boats. They don't require the number, but in some states a sticker is required. The CFR reg says at least 60 days grace is to be given for transients from other states; I think Florida gives 90 days. "John Cairns" wrote in message ... John had contacted him FL marine cops see us and order us to stop, write John a $50 ticket for not having a FL registration on his boat, totally bogus as the boat is federally documented. |
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Perhaps points 1 and 4 below are somehow related??
--Alan Gomes "DSK" wrote in message ... Great story, thanks John! Sounds like the boat was a little rough... gotta expect some malfunction and breakage but having the main rip just plain sucks... even if it wasn't your watch. As for BobMarsha, she sounds like a peach. One reason I avoid this type of trip. A few years back I did a delivery with a guy who 1- threw up most of the way 2- complained about everything constantly (I guess it's hard to have a positive attitude when you're nauseous) 3- refused to clean up after himself 4- was a food hog 5- snored loudly and 6- expected to be paid in advance when we weren't getting paid at all, so instead he mooched & stole. At least BobMarsha wasn't a helm hog! FB Doug King |
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"DSK" wrote in message ... Great story, thanks John! Sounds like the boat was a little rough... gotta expect some malfunction and breakage but having the main rip just plain sucks... even if it wasn't your watch. As for BobMarsha, she sounds like a peach. One reason I avoid this type of trip. A few years back I did a delivery with a guy who 1- threw up most of the way 2- complained about everything constantly (I guess it's hard to have a positive attitude when you're nauseous) 3- refused to clean up after himself 4- was a food hog 5- snored loudly and 6- expected to be paid in advance when we weren't getting paid at all, so instead he mooched & stole. At least BobMarsha wasn't a helm hog! FB Doug King Marsha was an anamoly(for me, anyways, can't vouch for John). There is no method for John to vet the applications, he relies on the honesty of the individual. I'm not sure he would reject a new application unless he felt there were too many novices, or someone had serious health issues. I think the thing that ****ed me off more than anything was the attitude. Heading back, we were sitting around the cockpit and Marsha says to Tom "I'll have that water", like she was in a frigging restaurant talking to the waiter. I bit my tongue and limited my comments to the importance of good manners, didn't address he directly and I think it went right over her head. You're right about her not being a helm hog, in fact, she spent all of 5 minutes driving, when we left SS and were putting the sails up. The absolute worst thing, though it had nothing to do with us, was the fact that she was talking about buying a boat and running around Lauderdale getting people to show her their boats for sale. I know she will never be buying any of these boats and we both know what a PITA it is to sell a boat and I thought this was an incredibly ****ty and boorish thing to be doing. Oh well, I'll probably never bump into her again for as long as I live, and I did my good deed. She was asking the name of the boat I did the Cape Horn thing on so I told her it was the Pelagic, I really like Henk and Jaqueline and wouldn't dream of sending Marsha their way. John Cairns |
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"John Cairns" wrote :
....snip... Great trip report, John! Thanks. |
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Good story John. Next time break it up some
with paragraphs to make it easier to read. Did you send Marsha's a copy. What a loser. Bart Senior "John Cairns" wrote in message ... Got into Lauderdale about 1630 Friday, second of the crew to arrive. Charlie, who had just purchased a Tayana 42 and is in the process of moving it to it's new home in Charleston from Palm Beach was already there. Tom, (Beneteau 47) from Bay City, MI, Fran -DC area, lost her boat in Isabel, and Marsha, a boatless obnoxious tourist from Chicago arrived later in the evening, we sat around, had a few drinks, barbecued dinner and discussed the passage in general terms. John mentioned that we wouldn't be shoving off first thing in the a.m. as he had to run down to Miami to take care of some business, he had to do a piece for BBC world(short-wave) service and wouldn't be back until 1100 or so. Which would work well, we could go out to eat and I could make a last minute purchase, an idiot string for my hat that I couldn't find at the WM store in Toledo on my drive down. My first hint as to potential problems with Marsha, who accompanied me to the Boat/US store, was her suggestion that we make a detour to check out the WM store in Lauderdale, which is huge and the largest in the chain. I pointed out to her that the skipper said he would be back by 1100 and we didn't have enough time and that it would be bad form to keep everyone waiting for us whilst we lollygagged at WM. She seemed slightly taken aback by this thought, but it was my car, so she couldn't do much. We ended up waiting for John until around 1400, it turned out that the piece he was doing was actually a panel discussion on travel safety with John's field of expertise being piracy. He apologized, we shove off around 1530 with a stop at the gas dock on the way out. On the way out John mentioned wx from various sources, ne winds 15-20 kts and reports of 16 ft. seas out in the stream, he offered us the option of going south to Miami, or heading straight out. We all agreed that going south was probably the better option, would give everyone a chance to get their sea legs and the winds were forecast to subside and start heading east. Fran drove all of the way down, she was feeling slightly queasy and still suffering the loss of her boat. We arrived in the port, close to sunset, only to be accosted by the local marine police. About 4 of them on the boat, shouting questions and barking orders, at one point asking us to drop our main and stop! John quietly pointed out the absurdity of their request(in a busy shipping channel, we had just passed a large cruise ship heading out) one of the cops asked us if everyone spoke English(no kidding) and they sped away. Dropped the hook in front of the "Rusty Pelican", we had turned on the running lights at this point and noticed that they were non-functional. Had a nice dinner, everyone hit the sack around 2200. Sometime in the next 5 hours or so I had the strangest dream, I was looking up through the open, screened, forward hatch and there was this strange mixture of loud music and someone talking in a Hispanic accent. I wanted to sit up and shout "Shut the f__ck up", but I couldn't be bothered to undo the screen so I went back to sleep. In the morning John and the others were talking about the music coming from the restaurant that started at midnight and played till after 0300 and how they couldn't sleep. Nice to have earplugs. We weighed anchor around 0930 Sunday, John discovering that the electric windlass wasn't working in the process. Had beautiful weather, winds from the same direction but down to 10 kts.Things being what they are by 1700 the winds had died and were firmly on the nose for the most part, so fire up the iron genny and motorsail for the next 27 hours or so with varying degrees of efficiency. As an aside, the diesel on this boat burns around 1 gph at a speed of around 6 kts., not the most efficient way to get around. I missed one of the potential great photo ops of the trip, the fellas cast out the fishing reel on the transom and hooked a 3 ft. mako around 0800 Monday, of course I was still sleeping at the time. Sometime around midday I notice that the newly installed rigid vang was separating from the boom, screw holes completely stripped. Removed the remaining screws, lashed it to the deck, reinstalled the old vang. We were finally able to shut the diesel down around 2000, had an absolutely beautiful sail on my watch with Fran, 15 kts from the east and we were able to average 8.5 kts. Another aside, we were doing 1/2 on/off for our shift and I did have to practically pry Fran off the wheel. We were able to make SS by around 1700 Tuesday, first unpleasant surprise was the swell across the entrance. We had tried unsuccessfully to raise the marina at Cockburn Town for tidal information, the boat draws 7' and the depth in isn't much greater than that. Oh, almost forgot, the depth sounder wasn't working either. After mulling options the skipper decided to head in, just as we crossed the bar and were just getting our nose in we grounded. This attracted an audience in short order, we were able to find out at this point that the tide wasn't coming back in until 2230. After about 45 minutes of careful engine work we were able to free ourselves, and tie up to the gas dock and figure out where we were going to park the boat for the night. This is not the best place to park(the marina), very healthy surge and fairly unprotected. Got the boat parked finally, spent a great deal of time teeing up, for obvious reasons. Walked into town for dinner, decent meal, expensive by most standards. Another taste of Marsha, we had to split the bill, I did the math, Marsha wanted to argue about the tally even though I actually paid more than I had to. On the way down she spent most of her time in the cabin, on the only watch I had to suffer with her she never drove the boat at all. John points out in his literature and on his website that these are "working" trips, everyone is expected to do their part, but my friend did almost nothing the whole time, which was crictical on the way back. Wednesday morning the wx reports were forecasting 25-20 kts, there was still a strong surge at the entrance, so the skipper decided to spend another day. The cruisers next door(nice folks, beautiful boat) joked that they might spend another month there, waiting for perfect condition before they set sail, having that luxury. They were setting up their dish network dish on the dock that day. John arranged a guided tour of this tiny island, "Snake Eye" (no typo) being our guide and driver, for later in the afternoon, Fran and I decided to walk down to Club Med to see how the other half lived. Of course, Marsha wanted to accompany us, but it was about a 3/4 mile walk and we managed to ditch her at the "Riding Rock" and continue on our own, much to our relief. After the tour(guided, $5 tip which was disdainfully accepted by our young Bahamian tour guide) we all met back at the Riding Rock for lunch and drinks. The tour was as interesting as it could possibly be, there isn't much on the island except a few ruins, a lighthouse at the northern end(interesting) and the Columbus monuments just south of Cockburn Town. Dinner on the boat, planning for a departure the following morning at high tide, 1030. Should have known what kind of day it was going to be, it took 2 tries before we were able to tie up at the gas dock. The surge was gone though, we timed our departure for about 15 minutes before high tide, just in case. We did actually ground on the way out, for about 15 seconds, and were on our merry way! Winds were honking out of the east around 25+kts, so we should have had a nice though somewhat rough sail for the first leg back. About a half hour after we got the sails up, the main ripped from luff to leech at the second batten, well above the third reef point. Apparently it got slapped a little to hard on the spreader, and was old and suffering from some UV degradation. Somewhat ironic, we were waiting for a brand new main on Friday that never arrived, we were planning on using it. John hauled the main down, I got the happy chore of keeping the boat upright with the diesel and the staysail, while Fran and John sewed the main. Fran was able to do about a third when mal de mer took over, John had to do the rest, Marsha disappeared into her cabin and didn't reappear until the following morning. John later confessed that he was somewhat concerned at this point, the rest of us were too stupid to be scared. Finally got the main back up and running after about 4 hours, what a difference! Our only restriction was that we kept the main fairly tightly sheeted in and that were to avoid flogging at all cost. It was still tons of fun, but it was going to be a tough night as John told me flat out that he didn't want Charlie driving, meaning we would be doing the nights watches with 4 instead of 5. When we got up for our first night watch at 2300, still had to pry Fran off the wheel! John had decided to shorten our watches from 3 hours to 2, didn't sleep until after the last watch, too much motion. The night watches were great though, couldn't see a thing, didn't really care, probably better off not seeing a thing. And good luck that we were where we were, not having any running lights. The main lasted until sometime between 0500-0600, Tom and I joked that it was nice it didn't let go on our watch. The winds subsided that day, motorsailed all the way back to Lauderdale, John resewed the main but decided not to redeploy-I think he got tired of sewing. Finally got back around midday Saturday, nothing of interest except a close encounter with a freighter on an early Saturday watch-I don't think he saw us, probably wasn't looking either. The cruise ships were never really an issue as they're lit up like x-mas and you can see them for miles plus their bridges are probably fully manned around the clock. As an exclamation point, when we got to the first opening bridge in Lauderdale, it wouldn't open. Had to run Fran and Tom over to a nearby dock so they could catch flights, John asked everyone if they wanted to get off. No takers. It's a bit of a chore tying up here what with all of the surge form the heavy traffic on the river.1/2 hour later Marsha says she wants to get off. I almost told her to swim, but after we got rid of her and Charlie we were both happy, we ended up waiting 2 hours for the bridge to open. I was telling John that everything was "downhill" from here (bad choice of words), we were motoring at some speed(no wake zone) to catch the next opening bridge, John had contacted him on the radio to let him know we were coming, whaddaya know, FL marine cops see us and order us to stop, write John a $50 ticket for not having a FL registration on his boat, totally bogus as the boat is federally documented. End of story. Posted up all of the pics worth posting, may have a few more from other sources in the future. http://community.webshots.com/album/129572627BLfVvi John Cairns |
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