In Hock, or The Twists and Turns of Nassau

So, we arrive in Nassau in fine fashion. When we left you, we were
waiting for Customs, and, later, Immigration. Immigration was a very
short, sweet, encounter, and had the same courtesy and casual nature
(though far less involved, Customs involving umpteeen forms and about
an hour sitting on the dock) as our experience with Customs.

We moved out of Yacht Haven, as the only reason for us to be on the
dock was the requirement for checking in, on Saturday afternoon. That
financial nuisance aside, their process was extremely convenient for
those submitting to it – they come to you, basically either wandering
the docks looking for yellow flags, or, if the marina has notified
them that you’re there, coming directly to you.

There’s plenty of anchoring room in Nassau, but the Explorer charts
caution against scoured bottoms from many anchorings and other
foulings which might make the experience less pleasant. The wind had
essentially died when we arrived, but by Saturday PM it was picking up
strongly, and by the time we anchored, was piping right along, right
on schedule.

We had an oncoming wind and tide against our port side, in the wrong
direction to take advantage of our stern walk in reverse (we’d backed
into our slip), so we cast off all but the bow line, to use it as a
warp (pull against it while powering the boat). Lydia went aft on the
dock and used our port stern line to pull the stern around as much as
possible before tossing it on the boat. She then hurried to the bow
and kept it in place while I rotated the stern around to the point
where we could motor out.

Unfortunately, in all the excitement of getting off, we’d neglected to
stow the mooring lines as we headed to our anchorage…

We started near to the last marina east, but were unhappy with both
our position and holding, so moved to the far east of the anchorage,
just before the breakwater. In the meantime, as we were moving
forward to remove our anchor from the first location, Lydia complained
of no power. I asked her to go into neutral to see if that made a
difference. It did, and the power returned when we went back into
gear.

Anchoring was relatively uneventful, using a Bahamian Moor, where two
anchors, well spread apart, keep the boat relatively still as the
current changes direction. We were to find that the wind was strong
enough, however, that we didn’t turn during our entire time on anchor.

Once hooked, I got the dinghy down, and as I was putting the engine
on, noticed, in the current, a line with a mass at the end. I’d
thought that our “Kitty Rescue System” (the braided lines we have over
the side for Portia to climb out with should she go in the water), had
unravelled. No such luck…

It was our stern mooring line, ½” nylon three-strand, which we’d made
from some cast-off line we’d found in Saint Simons Island. Dang!
Just like in our delivery trip all this time ago, except that it
didn’t’ jack the transmission out of the plate, for which we’re very
thankful! I picked up the mass and heaved it up, for later
inspection.

Lydia and I sat on the patio, as we often do, admiring the view, and I
pointed out the ball next to her. She didn’t recognize it, the lovely
line she’d put the eye splice into not so long ago, until I identified
it for her. It had gone into the prop, and, fortunately for us, once
the pressure was relieved, just popped out. However, it had become
what looked to be hopelessly hockled – that is, wound up so tight that
the individual strands unlaid and made curly loops like monstrous
wool.

Also fortunately for us, it hadn’t become tight enough to get engaged
in our linecutter, which would have otherwise just sliced it off, and
perhaps left a ball on the prop. Lydia was convinced that it was
toast, but I thought that we could work out the twists, as, in the
end, if the end hadn’t entirely unraveled, it would be a matter of
reversing the direction of the prop twist.

So, for the rest of the afternoon, that’s essentially what we did. I
started it alone, but the re-laying of the lines proved challenging
with only two hands. Eventually, we separated all the strands, and,
basically, re-manufactured the rope. We lost perhaps two feet off the
end, but, using winches and cleats as holding points to take up slack,
we individually twisted each strand, which induced twist on the rope,
which, inch by inch, remade itself.

When we got to a rather frayed area, we declared victory, whipped it,
and cut off the remainder. As long as we’re stuck waiting out the
wind, we may as well amuse ourselves with the twists and turns of
getting out of hock(le) :{)) The end result was a mooring line only a
few inches shorter than before, and the satisfaction of having
overcome another of our stupid pet tricks :{))

You’ll recall that we installed new batteries and an inverter-charger;
previously we’d been having to run the charger rather more often than
not. With the new gear and understanding, we’re paying more attention
to cumulative amp hours, with zero being good, a positive number being
great, and a negative value approaching 200 causing us to think about
charging our 840AmpHour bank.

Christmas Day was one for communication with family and friends, and
all the computers were running, in a relatively calm (10-knots) wind
with little sunshine, making our outside charging minimal. As a
result, we ran up our deficit in great speed. So, during our movie,
another power sucker, we also ran the Honda generator.

For the first time in nearly a week, despite regular use of computers
and all the other stuff other than navigation electronics, we had to
charge, but it was all over not long after the movie (Braveheart, a
long one) ended. So far, we’re well pleased with the experience of
our new power supplies. One curiosity has us scratching our heads,
however, as the reset button on the TM500A for the inverter doesn’t
seem to work. The last couple of times we’ve restarted the charger,
it’s required entering the engine room to push the button on the
inverter itself. As that was a chief reason for purchasing that
(relatively expensive – nearly a third of the inverter price) remote
unit, I’m not very happy about that right at the moment. As we get
data successfully, and can turn the inverter on and off (but not reset
it), the cable to the inverter from the remote unit is connected.
Further study is required…

Dinner on Christmas was a Pork Roast, done in our pressure cooker,
accompanied by roasted potatoes, parsnips, peas, carrots, stuffing,
gravy, and a salad. We popped open the champagne given to me as a
thank you by my broker who sold the last two properties we had in the
corporation which had kept me (barely) alive these last 20 years or so
before getting on the boat. It was a nice way to remember him –
thanks, Bill…

Back to the anchorage, after we’d set our double anchor system, a 55#
Delta on all chain, and a 75# CQR, likewise (at the length we had out)
also all chain, a couple days later we weren’t all that happy with our
position, appearing to have moved slightly, and the angle between the
primary and secondary anchor having narrowed, suggesting we weren’t
holding all that well.

As the winds were supposed to keep up, we pulled forward on our
primary anchor as I pulled up the secondary, and then let out another
hundred-plus feet as we angled away from our primary anchor’s set.
That put us pretty well forward of the primary anchor, and well out,
as well. Dropping the secondary, heavier anchor, I let it set as we
drifted back, and then let out a very substantial amount of chain
(about 100’ in less than 10’ of water), doing my usual intermediate
settings (letting the chain come tight multiple times).

Running in some of the additional primary chain put the two anchors in
approximately a 60 degree angle, and very firmly held. However, with
all the extra rode we had out, we had moved quite a bit back from
where we were originally. So, when we went to bed at about 10, we
were astern of, instead of forward of, a small sailboat, and about
midway on an equilateral triangle from two boats astern of us.

At 11:30, there was a frantic banging on our hull, and shouts from
outside. !@#$%^&* - we must have dragged. Groggy, I pulled on my
shorts and went topsides. We hadn’t dragged, but the guy in the boat
to our starboard stern hadn’t seen us move with all the lights
blazing, and since the last time he saw us, we were about 100 feet
forward, had assumed we were in danger of running him down :{))

When I anchor, I use as many reference points as possible to make sure
I can tell if we have moved. Our first reference points did, indeed,
show that we’d moved slightly, which is why we started over. However,
the new ones in our second anchor position were very exact, and would
have shown a movement of as little as a foot. I’d lined up on three
posts in the adjacent small marina, and we were right where we’d been
when we set the hooks.

So, we both had a bit of a chuckle about it, and went to bed…

We intentionally missed one of the highlights of the season here in
Nassau, Junkanoo. If it hadn’t been a midnight-to-8AM affair, we
might have gone, but stories from those who had been to it in the past
got our attention. When we were at the dock, waiting for Customs, we
heard a very loud marching band from across the channel, in the area
of Atlantis, the mega-resort. It not only carried very well across
the channel, but it was most annoying and, did I mention, loud? – not
to mention that they didn’t’ quit until after 2AM. Meanwhile, another
cruiser who’d arrived just before us is a 17-year veteran of the
Bahamas, and his relating of the experience convinced us we’d not much
like it.

According to him, it’s so loud that they not only hand out earplugs to
the stadium-seating ticketholders (they set up bleachers along the
road where it passes – for 8!! Hours), but the speakers are so
powerful that they actually move your clothing – and some of the semi-
trailers, with people dancing on them, bounce so much their rear
wheels actually leave the ground.

Between the hour and the noise, we’ll leave that experience to our
friends who were so high on it as to make a point of trying to be
here. However, they’re still in Florida…

Meanwhile, barring surprises in the weather report, we’ll be heading
out to go south on Saturday, to places unknown, other than a first
stop at Allen’s Cay to inspect the Iguanas that run around on the
beach, anxious to see visitors (reports have it that they come running
to you when they see a dinghy approach). No internet service there,
and we don’t know when the next will be, but you can see our progress
on our SPOT page, http://tinyurl.com/FlyingPigSpotTracking

For now, we wish you a joyous holiday season, and a happy new year.

L8R

Skip and crew

Morgan 461 #2
SV Flying Pig KI4MPC
See our galleries at www.justpickone.org/skip/gallery !
Follow us at and


"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you
didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail
away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore.
Dream. Discover." - Mark Twain

On Fri, 26 Dec 2008 18:48:21 -0800 (PST), Skip Gundlach
wrote:

Meanwhile, barring surprises in the weather report, we’ll be heading
out to go south on Saturday, to places unknown, other than a first
stop at Allen’s Cay to inspect the Iguanas that run around on the
beach, anxious to see visitors (reports have it that they come running
to you when they see a dinghy approach). No internet service there,
and we don’t know when the next will be, but you can see our progress
on our SPOT page, http://tinyurl.com/FlyingPigSpotTracking

The iguanas at Allen's Cay are very cool:

http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/5...lenscaypx1.jpg

We found the best iguana spot to be the beach at the inside end of
South Allen's Cay. The wild pigs further south at Big Majors are a
lot of fun also.


For now, we wish you a joyous holiday season, and a happy new year.

And you too. We had a great time in the Exumas back in May/June of
this year and I'm sure you will also.

Heading south from Allens, you can anchor off the west side of
Highbourne Cay and call in to the marina on the radio for fresh caught
conk. It will be delivered to your boat by a local and
skinned/cleaned on the spot. Delicious. The cleaning process
usually attracts a few good sized sharks which is another interesting
attraction. The store at Highbourne Marina has good supplies and they
seemed to have plenty of diesel when we were there.

I doubt I'd trust de-hockled line but then again, I can't see it. I
really thought the story would end with you deciding to mfg baggy wrinkle.

-paul

On Dec 26, 6:48*pm, Skip Gundlach wrote:
In Hock, or The Twists and Turns of Nassau

So, we arrive in Nassau in fine fashion. *When we left you, we were
waiting for Customs, and, later, Immigration. *Immigration was a very
short, sweet, encounter, and had the same courtesy and casual nature
(though far less involved, Customs involving umpteeen forms and about
an hour sitting on the dock) as our experience with Customs.


It would be helpful for details here. names of forms, fees, Say
something useful for sailors......



Once hooked, I got the dinghy down, and as I was putting the engine
on, noticed, in the current, a line with a mass at the end. *I’d
thought that our “Kitty Rescue System” (the braided lines we have over
the side for Portia to climb out with should she go in the water), had
unravelled. *No such luck…

It was our stern mooring line, ½” nylon three-strand, which we’d made
from some cast-off line we’d found in Saint Simons Island. *Dang!
Just like in our delivery trip all this time ago, except that it
didn’t’ jack the transmission out of the plate, for which we’re very
thankful! *I picked up the mass and heaved it up, for later
inspection.


So nobody on watch actually watches and looks? That is disturbing.
Bob

Skip and "crew"

On Dec 26, 6:48*pm, Skip Gundlach wrote:
In Hock, or The Twists and Turns of Nassau

So, we arrive in Nassau in fine fashion. *When we left you, we were
waiting for Customs, and, later, Immigration. *Immigration was a very
short, sweet, encounter, and had the same courtesy and casual nature
(though far less involved, Customs involving umpteeen forms and about
an hour sitting on the dock) as our experience with Customs.

We moved out of Yacht Haven, as the only reason for us to be on the
dock was the requirement for checking in, on Saturday afternoon. *That
financial nuisance aside, their process was extremely convenient for
those submitting to it – they come to you, basically either wandering
the docks looking for yellow flags, or, if the marina has notified
them that you’re there, coming directly to you.

There’s plenty of anchoring room in Nassau, but the Explorer charts
caution against scoured bottoms from many anchorings and other
foulings which might make the experience less pleasant. *The wind had
essentially died when we arrived, but by Saturday PM it was picking up
strongly, and by the time we anchored, was piping right along, right
on schedule.

We had an oncoming wind and tide against our port side, in the wrong
direction to take advantage of our stern walk in reverse (we’d backed
into our slip), so we cast off all but the bow line, to use it as a
warp (pull against it while powering the boat). *Lydia went aft on the
dock and used our port stern line to pull the stern around as much as
possible before tossing it on the boat. She then hurried to the bow
and kept it in place while I rotated the stern around to the point
where we could motor out.

Unfortunately, in all the excitement of getting off, we’d neglected to
stow the mooring lines as we headed to our anchorage…

We started near to the last marina east, but were unhappy with both
our position and holding, so moved to the far east of the anchorage,
just before the breakwater. *In the meantime, as we were moving
forward to remove our anchor from the first location, Lydia complained
of no power. *I asked her to go into neutral to see if that made a
difference. *It did, and the power returned when we went back into
gear.

Anchoring was relatively uneventful, using a Bahamian Moor, where two
anchors, well spread apart, keep the boat relatively still as the
current changes direction. *We were to find that the wind was strong
enough, however, that we didn’t turn during our entire time on anchor.

Once hooked, I got the dinghy down, and as I was putting the engine
on, noticed, in the current, a line with a mass at the end. *I’d
thought that our “Kitty Rescue System” (the braided lines we have over
the side for Portia to climb out with should she go in the water), had
unravelled. *No such luck…

It was our stern mooring line, ½” nylon three-strand, which we’d made
from some cast-off line we’d found in Saint Simons Island. *Dang!
Just like in our delivery trip all this time ago, except that it
didn’t’ jack the transmission out of the plate, for which we’re very
thankful! *I picked up the mass and heaved it up, for later
inspection.

Lydia and I sat on the patio, as we often do, admiring the view, and I
pointed out the ball next to her. *She didn’t recognize it, the lovely
line she’d put the eye splice into not so long ago, until I identified
it for her. *It had gone into the prop, and, fortunately for us, once
the pressure was relieved, just popped out. *However, it had become
what looked to be hopelessly hockled – that is, wound up so tight that
the individual strands unlaid and made curly loops like monstrous
wool.

Also fortunately for us, it hadn’t become tight enough to get engaged
in our linecutter, which would have otherwise just sliced it off, and
perhaps left a ball on the prop. *Lydia *was convinced that it was
toast, but I thought that we could work out the twists, as, in the
end, if the end hadn’t entirely unraveled, it would be a matter of
reversing the direction of the prop twist.

So, for the rest of the afternoon, that’s essentially what we did. *I
started it alone, but the re-laying of the lines proved challenging
with only two hands. *Eventually, we separated all the strands, and,
basically, re-manufactured the rope. *We lost perhaps two feet off the
end, but, using winches and cleats as holding points to take up slack,
we individually twisted each strand, which induced twist on the rope,
which, inch by inch, remade itself.

When we got to a rather frayed area, we declared victory, whipped it,
and cut off the remainder. *As long as we’re stuck waiting out the
wind, we may as well amuse ourselves with the twists and turns of
getting out of hock(le) :{)) *The end result was a mooring line only a
few inches shorter than before, and the satisfaction of having
overcome another of our stupid pet tricks :{))

You’ll recall that we installed new batteries and an inverter-charger;
previously we’d been having to run the charger rather more often than
not. *With the new gear and understanding, we’re paying more attention
to cumulative amp hours, with zero being good, a positive number being
great, and a negative value approaching 200 causing us to think about
charging our 840AmpHour bank.

Christmas Day was one for communication with family and friends, and
all the computers were running, in a relatively calm (10-knots) wind
with little sunshine, making our outside charging minimal. *As a
result, we ran up our deficit in great speed. *So, during our movie,
another power sucker, we also ran the Honda generator.

For the first time in nearly a week, despite regular use of computers
and all the other stuff other than navigation electronics, we had to
charge, but it was all over not long after the movie (Braveheart, a
long one) ended. *So far, we’re well pleased with the experience of
our new power supplies. *One curiosity has us scratching our heads,
however, as the reset button on the TM500A for the inverter doesn’t
seem to work. *The last couple of times we’ve restarted the charger,
it’s required entering the engine room to push the button on the
inverter itself. *As that was a chief reason for purchasing that
(relatively expensive – nearly a third of the inverter price) remote
unit, I’m not very happy about that right at the moment. *As we get
data successfully, and can turn the inverter on and off (but not reset
it), the cable to the inverter from the remote unit is connected.
Further study is required…

Dinner on Christmas was a Pork Roast, done in our pressure cooker,
accompanied by roasted potatoes, parsnips, peas, carrots, stuffing,
gravy, and a salad. *We popped open the champagne given to me as a
thank you by my broker who sold the last two properties we had in the
corporation which had kept me (barely) alive these last 20 years or so
before getting on the boat. *It was a nice way to remember him –
thanks, Bill…

Back to the anchorage, after we’d set our double anchor system, a 55#
Delta on all chain, and a 75# CQR, likewise (at the length we had out)
also all chain, a couple days later we weren’t all that happy with our
position, appearing to have moved slightly, and the angle between the
primary and secondary anchor having narrowed, suggesting we weren’t
holding all that well.

As the winds were supposed to keep up, we pulled forward on our
primary anchor as I pulled up the secondary, and then let out another
hundred-plus feet as we angled away from our primary anchor’s set.
That put us pretty well forward of the primary anchor, and well out,
as well. *Dropping the secondary, heavier anchor, I let it set as we
drifted back, and then let out a very substantial amount of chain
(about 100’ in less than 10’ of water), doing my usual intermediate
settings (letting the chain come tight multiple times).

Running in some of the additional primary chain put the two anchors in
approximately a 60 degree angle, and very firmly held. *However, with
all the extra rode we had out, we had moved quite a bit back from
where we were originally. *So, when we went to bed at about 10, we
were astern of, instead of forward of, a small sailboat, and about
midway on an equilateral triangle from two boats astern of us.

At 11:30, there was a frantic banging on our hull, and shouts from
outside. *!@#$%^&* - we must have dragged. *Groggy, I pulled on my
shorts and went topsides. *We hadn’t dragged, but the guy in the boat
to our starboard stern hadn’t seen us move with all the lights
blazing, and since the last time he saw us, we were about 100 feet
forward, had assumed we were in danger of running him down :{))

When I anchor, I use as many reference points as possible to make sure
I can tell if we have moved. *Our first reference points did, indeed,
show that we’d moved slightly, which is why we started over. *However,
the new ones in our second anchor position were very exact, and would
have shown a movement of as little as a foot. *I’d lined up on three
posts in the adjacent small marina, and we were right where we’d been
when we set the hooks.

So, we both had a bit of a chuckle about it, and went to bed…

We intentionally missed one of the highlights of the season here in
Nassau, Junkanoo. *If it hadn’t been a midnight-to-8AM affair, we
might have gone, but stories from those who had been to it in the past
got our attention. *When we were at the dock, waiting for Customs, we
heard a very loud marching band from across the channel, in the area
of Atlantis, the mega-resort. *It not only carried very well across
the channel, but it was most annoying and, did I mention, loud? – not
to mention that they didn’t’ quit until after 2AM. Meanwhile, another
cruiser who’d arrived just before us is a 17-year veteran of the
Bahamas, and his relating of the experience convinced us we’d not much
like it.

According to him, it’s so loud that they not only hand out earplugs to
the stadium-seating ticketholders (they set up bleachers along the
road where it passes – for 8!! Hours), but the speakers are so
powerful that they actually move your clothing – and some of the semi-
trailers, with people dancing on them, bounce so much their rear
wheels actually leave the ground.

Between the hour and the noise, we’ll leave that experience to our
friends who were so high on it as to make a point of trying to be
here. *However, they’re still in Florida…

Meanwhile, barring surprises in the weather report, we’ll be heading
out to go south on Saturday, to places unknown, other than a first
stop at Allen’s Cay to inspect the Iguanas that run around on the
beach, anxious to see visitors (reports have it that they come running
to you when they see a dinghy approach). *No internet service there,
and we don’t know when the next will be, but you can see our progress
on our SPOT page,http://tinyurl.com/FlyingPigSpotTracking

For now, we wish you a joyous holiday season, and a happy new year.

L8R

Skip and crew

Morgan 461 #2
SV Flying Pig * KI4MPC
See our galleries atwww.justpickone.org/skip/gallery!
Follow us at and


"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you
didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail
away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore.
Dream. Discover." * - Mark Twain

nice report. glad to read the two of you are having fun.

Bob wrote:

On Dec 26, 6:48*pm, Skip Gundlach wrote:
In Hock, or The Twists and Turns of Nassau

So, we arrive in Nassau in fine fashion. *When we left you, we were
waiting for Customs, and, later, Immigration. *Immigration was a very
short, sweet, encounter, and had the same courtesy and casual nature
(though far less involved, Customs involving umpteeen forms and about
an hour sitting on the dock) as our experience with Customs.


It would be helpful for details here. names of forms, fees, Say
something useful for sailors......

When we did it a couple of years ago, Bob had put up the yellow
quarantine flag before we came in. The dockmaster brought us the forms
when we were tied up. There was "Bahamas Immigration Inward Passenger
and Crew Manifest", Customs Inward Report, and a Maritime Declaration
of Health with questions such as 1) "Had there been on board during
the voyage any case or suspected case of plague cholera, yellow fever
or smallpox?" 2. "Has plague occurred or been suspected among rats or
mice on board during the voyage or has there been any usual morality
among them?" On the back was a chart to list "Particulars of every
case of illness or death occurring on board" The last column was
headed "Disposal of case".

That was just Customs.

Once hooked, I got the dinghy down, and as I was putting the engine
on, noticed, in the current, a line with a mass at the end. *I’d
thought that our “Kitty Rescue System” (the braided lines we have over
the side for Portia to climb out with should she go in the water), had
unravelled. *No such luck…

It was our stern mooring line, ½” nylon three-strand, which we’d made
from some cast-off line we’d found in Saint Simons Island. *Dang!
Just like in our delivery trip all this time ago, except that it
didn’t’ jack the transmission out of the plate, for which we’re very
thankful! *I picked up the mass and heaved it up, for later
inspection.


So nobody on watch actually watches and looks? That is disturbing.
Bob

Skip and "crew"

Rosalie B. wrote:
"Has plague occurred or been suspected among rats or
mice on board during the voyage or has there been any usual morality
among them?"

Well, one certainly wouldn't want to admit any immoral rats or mice! :-)

Cheers
Martin