March 14 - On the road again...
March 14 - On the road again...
Well, as the song said, we hit the road again. As is sometimes my custom, I'm working backward from the title to get to the present, but it suffices to say that we're aground, so to speak, for a while, and on the road... As we left you, Samuel, Lydia's son, had joined us for a few days, prior to our riding back to the most extreme NE part of GA for some family business. He'd elected to go fishing and sailing (smart move!) over a tour of Cumberland Island (GA/FL border). As he lives in GA, but we're very rarely, and even more rarely to come, in the GA area, sailing and fishing was more important than a tour of an island rich in history, scenery, horses and ruins, but one which he could reach in a few hours by car, if it became important to him, later. So, I did, in fact, raise the anchor, and, it seemed, the dead, at dawn, because at least one of the crew joined me, only a little hung over, on deck shortly afterwards, and we headed out from Fernandina Beach to the Atlantic Ocean under what looked to be great conditions. We caught the outgoing tide, which helped, and winds were moderate and in the direction we wanted to go. Unlike Lydia's other son Oliver's experience, we were not on top of the Gulf Stream, nor between a rock and a hard place, so to speak, with no meaningful reefs or Gulf Stream currents between us and the deep blue sea. As a result, neither the wind direction nor the weather conditions were of great consideration to our planning. Accordingly, we headed out into some very wonderful sailing weather. Had we been in Miami, we'd have been stuck, again, as we were during Oliver's visit, due to the very limited range of favorable conditions necessary for a short sail, given our mooring in the Miami Yacht Club basin, 2 hours from the Atlantic, and hard on Biscayne Bay - with nearly all of it an invitation to grounding for our over-6 foot draft - not the place to go for unfettered sailing!. Samuel got a taste of just about everything you could ask for, more of which anon, in sailing on this very short journey. Our first day started with moderate winds. We got a chance to try out our new sails, and gave our guest a chance to learn a little about sail handling and navigation, as well as pilotage. Sure enough, our new sails proved what bags we'd been previously laboring under, as we routinely were very close to the apparent wind in speed over ground on beam and close reaches. Light airs are a great test of the effectiveness of sails, and it appears we have done well with our specifications and selections. They're very heavy fabric, as we expect to spend the majority of our lives (remaining and sails') in relatively high-wind/high-ultraviolet (the major killer of sails) areas in the Eastern Caribbean, but despite that, they made a great showing in winds under 8 knots. It was a journey to nowhere, as we had to be back in Fernandina Beach for our haulout in a couple of days, so we just puttered around north and east of the St. Marys River channel - but we had a great time, trimming the sails to get the best out of the light airs, and steering to various points just for the exercise of it, with the accompanying sail handling/changes. We had a great, no-stress day, and Samuel got to experience just about every point of sail, tacking, gybing and otherwise skillfully maneuvering our heavy home. As he'd said he'd like nothing more than to just sit all day, with a pole in his hand, and a line in the water, we tried to accommodate him on that point, putting out the poles as soon as we cleared the no-license line (we had FL licenses, but let them lapse as we expected to be in deep water all the time when they expired). Of course, it's a bit challenging to have a pole in your hand and a wheel in the other, so we put them on the rail mounts, showing him how the alert worked to get him to come fetch, when it was time to pull in a fish. However... Despite our having the lines out with a variety of lures, and even sometimes with tuna for enrichment (we'd caught a bonito on one of our prior trips, and cut him up and tossed him in the freezer for just this sort of thing - no biting by anything) we got no takers for our offerings. For all that, the lines got retrieved fairly often, if for nothing other than to reload the bonito, and check for weeds, and he seemed to enjoy both the sailing and the "fishing" (what's it properly called when there are no fish??). As night approached, we thought to come back to the shoreline area north of the channel, and anchor off Cumberland Island. I don't know what the bottom is there, but it gave every indication that it was relatively smooth rock, because nothing and/or no place I tried managed to hook our 55# Delta - not even a little. If it had tried to grab, but just wasn't holding well, I'd have pitched out the secondary, a 75# CQR - but with no indication of a hook, that would have been relying only on the weight of the anchors and chains, something I was unwilling to accept. As we were relatively close to the channel, and the wind had shifted to the northwest, picking up very substantially, I made the decision to, instead, heave to for the night. We should have gone pretty much east while hove to... Unfortunately for us, the direction in which we traveled while hove to had us going right over one of the very big markers in the channel, as we traveled quite southeast - or, worse, on the other tack, in to the breakwater. This in addition to that the wind had not only picked up, but gotten very wet (it started raining on our first anchoring attempts, and then got very serious about it in short order). So, Samuel got a taste of nasty weather, contingency planning, heaving to, and, also, positioning. On the subject of heaving to, while it never came to that, he shortly became uncomfortable with the motion, and so took some Stugeron (the British - and pretty much the rest of the world's - wonder drug for motion sickness, available over the counter everywhere but the US) and laid out for the night just before we hove to for the night... Given the realities, I made the decision to get well clear of any potential involvement with hard points. We sailed east in lumpy water for quite a bit in order to insure that our heaving to on the port tack would not result in our potentially encountering the massive light at the end of the channel. Eventually, about midnight, in a very stiff and wet breeze, we hove to. Very comfortably, we sat there, nearly motionless (other than our slide to leeward), comfortable and dry, and slept soundly with the anchor and cockpit lights ablaze. When we arose to a brilliant day, later, we saw that we'd drifted nearly 20 miles while hove to. That very stiff breeze had managed more than 2 knots to leeward. Our contingency planning turned out to be slight overkill, as we missed the light by about 10 miles, but I was very much happier about that than I would have been to have found it in the middle of the night! So, we set about to making our return. Fortunately, by then, the wind was shifting again, and as we worked our way through the compass points, despite all the best that NOAA had to offer in the way of forecasts, it got lighter and more to the East. Super! A chance to break out the asymmetrical spinnaker and give it a try. Well, not a try, but a chance for Samuel to learn about that sail, too, as we've become very fond of it when the conditions are right. Up she went, but not for long, as the wind continued to moderate. It was pushing us closer to shore, though, generally the right way for us, so we just let it go along as it would, and threw out the lines again, hoping to entice some fish to join us for lunch or dinner. Eventually, however, it mostly just hung there, or flapped against the rigging, so we doused it and stowed it below. Perky, our "Iron Genny," came on, and we left the poles out as we headed to the channel entrance at a relatively stately pace. Fortunately for us, our route led right over a fish haven, and the breeze had picked up a bit, but from the north. That allowed us to take a brief diversion to zigzag across a very large piece of real estate in hopes of improving on yesterday's luck. Samuel and I plotted out our course to give us the largest coverage over the haven while still working toward our objective, and proceeded to work the wind and the sails for all they were worth, keeping our speed to a fish-friendly 5 knots or so. Sure enough, just when we thought we'd struck out again, just as we were about to exit the fish haven, it became apparent that we had something very big on our port reel. Samuel jumped to attention and grabbed the reel. Whatever was on the other end was running line out at a great rate, and he had to tighten the drag to keep it from unspooling entirely. We quickly dropped sails and did some turning to take the stress off the line while he reeled vigorously. About 2/3 of the way in, however, whatever it was jerked, and suddenly the line was slack. Retrieving the remainder revealed that the line itself had been broken, taking the leader and the lure together with whatever had hit it. Given that this was only 20# test, it may have been something huge, or not so big - but I can't break this stuff, at least not without a tool, so I imagine that whatever took the lure was fairly sizeable. Ah, well - the one that got away. It's as well, anyway, as we only had another night. We really weren't in a position to deal with a great deal of fish over and above what we could eat that night - but it sure gave us a thrill to play whatever it was for a while! So, wind on our nose, and not much of it, with the end of the day approaching, we motored in, traversing the channel and anchoring in a very handy spot quite a bit north of where we were when we last were hooked, to be closer to our haulout at Tiger Point Marina. As we were due for a 1PM lift, the tides in the area of Tiger Point Marina being such that slack water is the best way to deal with the lift basin and 1PM being slack water, we slept in, had a late and supplies-using (we're getting off the boat, recall, so don't want to pack out any more than necessary perishables) pig-out breakfast while we prepared the boat for the ground. Once we managed to haul our overstuffed selves out of our cockpit seats, we set about making Flying Pig ready for a layup, including potential high winds. As it turned out, St. Steven, who you'll recall from a prior log, suffered some damage - but much less than others in his marina! - when a tornado went right through his marina about a hundred miles north, upending docks and boats galore. Fortunately, at least at this writing, some time later, we've had no issues with wind. However, all the sails were tightly wrapped and counter-wrapped, dinghy extra-tightly bound, but with the bunghole down to allow for the inevitable rain accumulation to exit, and the like. I also did an oil change and other engine service items at this time, so we'd be ready to go on our return. We got the anchor up in good order, and proceded, early, to our rendezvous point. They were ready for us as quickly as they got another boat launched, and cautioned us on the breeze and current. Many owners have castigated Morgan 46 backing characteristics, but I've never found Flying Pig difficult. I've backed upwind through a winding channel full of boats on each side (carefully!!), so this didn't look to be too difficult. However, the current was still pretty strong, so I had to take a couple of go-rounds to get my line to my liking. Once I had the position like I liked it, I proceded to stick her butt in the well. I have to confess a very warm feeling remembering the shouts of "YAH!" and "AWRRIGHT!! from the nervous dockhands when Lydia handed off (not threw) the bow lines to the guys whose fend-off poles never left vertical despite their manic pacing. I didn't think anything of it, but I guess some of the other entrances to that well have been more - shall we say - entertaining... All that warm glow faded quickly, however, when it was realized that we were far too tall for the travel lift to get off over our arch. Before we'd arrived at that conclusion we'd offloaded all our stuff, hoisted, traveled a bit, and evaluated how far down we could put the keel. That took quite a while and in the meantime, the tide had changed and the current was in the other direction. However, back in the water we went, and I headed out, turned around, and got ready to go in forward. More backing and filling and lining up - it was actually a bit more difficult going in forward, due to what was now a strong current. Still, we arrived without incident and prepared to hoist. Oops. Still too much boat. We wound up removing the forestay, with its attached furler and genoa, as well as the inner stay, in order that the lift have the required clearance on the ground. Once that was in order, all went well, and Flying Pig found a new home for several months, on a cradle, secure through hurricanes, as it would be into hurricane season before we returned. Epilogue... We made our departure much later than we expected to, but arrived in the very far Northeastern corner of GA, less than a mile south of NC, that evening. We're house- and pet-sitting for some dear friends who left for 3 weeks when we arrived, and have just left for another couple of weeks. In between, they also went to China for 5 weeks, and a few other side trips, so our need for someplace to stay was extremely timely for them. As those of you who subscribe to Lydia's log know, being around the 2 dogs, 5 cats (and just recently 4 kittens) is quite a bit better than nearly anything you could name, so it was heavenly for her. We, on the other hand, came ashore to attend to many of our own non-sailing diversions. Both my and Lydia's daughters have given birth to grandchildren (well, THIER children, OUR grandchildren, lest there be some confusion on the matter!), the beginning and ending events to our stay. In the middle, we went to my father's 85th birthday celebration, and to Lydia's son's Air Force Basic Training graduation, both about 1200 miles in opposite directions from here! Marvelously, our hosts and our schedules intersected, so the times we were gone, they were here, and vice versa, so no pets went unsat, no garden unpicked, and all the rest which is so important to our hosts in their marvelous home. Lydia's finishing up helping her daughter make the transistion into motherhood, as I finish up boat-related stuff prior to our returning to Flying Pig. I have some items I need to put on eBay, and others I need to order. Both of our USCG Captain's paperwork minutiae have finally finished, and we've had our last medical questions attended to. All that remains is for Lydia's ear to sharpen, already hearing the plaintive squeals of Flying Pig, and feel comfortable in leaving her darling grandson. For my case, it's a little easier, as my daughter, grandson and husband have just decamped for Michigan, thus taking them out of our immediate vicinity. For those mariners reading this, one of my projects, now nearly finished, has been to transition from Sea-Tech's extremely powerful and feature-rich Navigation laptop and Cap'n Navigator Package to a 12V mini computer with separate screen. If you're in the market for one of the Sea-Tech Navigation packages, complete with the Cap'n package and the many other programs they load (as well as MaxSea and the entire NOAA chart catalog, along with everything down to Venezuela in the Cap'n charts, which I've loaded, plus other enormous amounts of bells and whistles related to the laptop and other programs), drop me a line, cuz it will go on eBay shortly if not. So, our time ashore draws to a close. We're very anxious (well, excited? might be a better word, as there's no anxiety) to get back aboard and do the minor boatyard chores we will finish before putting her back in the water. Once there, we'll do some sea trialing to make sure all is well, and, timing, weather and those sea trials permitting, will go directly to Maine, with the guidance of some forecasting professionals and perhaps crew as well. As schedules are very problematic, particularly when we have yet to set a date to leave here, we won't know for a while exactly when we'll be back aboard, let alone in the water or ready to leave. However, it looks from here, in the almost-summer part of June, like late June or early July. Once we're aboard, we'll be quite deliberate about our water time, as it's a very long way to Maine, and not much of it very close to shore. We'll take advantage of all the help we can before we leave and under way. Prudence will be with us, so to speak :{)) I'm assuming we'll find an internet connection before we leave, and will put out another log posting on the way out the door. We'll have Single Side Band and Ham Radio voice and data communications, as well as our satellite communication device called "SPOT" on which more in the next post, but those interested will be able to follow us as we go. So, as usual, stay tuned... L8R Skip Morgan 461 #2 SV Flying Pig KI4MPC See our galleries at www.justpickone.org/skip/gallery ! Follow us at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TheFlyingPigLog and/or http://groups.google.com/group/flyingpiglog "You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true. You may have to work for it however." (and) "There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands. You seek problems because you need their gifts." (Richard Bach, in The Reluctant Messiah) |
March 14 - On the road again...
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March 14 - On the road again...
On Jun 20, 6:26*am, Skip Gundlach wrote:
March 14 - On the road again... As night approached, we thought to come back to the shoreline area north of the channel, and anchor off Cumberland Island. *I don't know what the bottom is there, Did you looka at a chart. Somtimes charts have that info How abouta crusing guide? Or god forbid the Coast Pilot! I made the decision to, instead, heave to for the night. Given the realities, I made the decision to get well clear of any potential involvement with hard points. * *Very comfortably, we sat there, nearly motionless (other than our slide to leeward), comfortable and dry, and slept soundly with the anchor and cockpit lights ablaze. When we arose to a brilliant day, later, we saw that we'd drifted nearly 20 miles while hove to. * Skip My dear friend Skip................ While bobbing around hove-to did you have a someone responsible for lookout duties who was actually awake at all times an looking out for big hard objects? Im not a very good reader and may have missed that point in you description. Bob |
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On Jun 20, 10:07*am, Dave wrote:
A suggestion, Bob. Your consistently snide manner does not demonstrate either your experience or your intelligence. It's simply snide. And it's quite off-putting to a significant number of readers. Three thoughs Dave: First, I like Skip. He is a nice guy. Also, when I read in a public forum somthing that doesnt make since I may comment. When I read anyone post they did not know the bottom type of an anchor area I ask myself , why, when there are so many information sources availible. I would think anyone with the most basic understanding of yachting would know how to determine bottom type. But maybe I missed that in his post. Second, when i read his comment regarding "hove-to" lead this reader wondering who was the lookout. His post are typically detailed and lengthy. I got the impresion the lights were on and nobody was on watch which for me is a troubling thing knowing a boat is MAKINGWAY with no lookout. Last, Dave is was thinking of ignoring your message to me. but guess im just too board so here ya go. If you dont like what i write dont read it... For god sakes get a life. Bob |
March 14 - On the road again...
Guys with a lot of experience claim when that sort of line break occurs,
it's almost always a shark responsible. Anchoring problems there were probably not smooth rock but oyster bed. I hit an oyster bed just south of there so dense that it too fooled me into thinking it was limestone. A fellow nearby clued me in. He'd dived on it. -paul |
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On Jun 22, 7:23*am, Paul Cassel
wrote: Guys with a lot of experience claim when that sort of line break occurs, it's almost always a shark responsible. Could be but 20 pound test is very light tackle. With line that light you'll need to stop the boat or even back it down and take it really easy for any decent sized ocean fish. I hand line and use 200 pound test and I've had that broken twice. With a reel you can set the drag light enough to use small line but you'll need to play them all day. If you want to catch fish (rather than records) I think 60-80lb plus 10+ feet of 200-300lb leader is about right... With reasonably heavy tackle you can pull them right in and kill them fast. For fish less than about 30lbs you can just grab the leader and lift the fish aboard, throw a towel over it and brain it. -- Tom. |
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On Sun, 22 Jun 2008 08:06:27 -0700 (PDT), "
wrote: On Jun 22, 7:23?am, Paul Cassel wrote: Guys with a lot of experience claim when that sort of line break occurs, it's almost always a shark responsible. Could be but 20 pound test is very light tackle. With line that light you'll need to stop the boat or even back it down and take it really easy for any decent sized ocean fish. I hand line and use 200 pound test and I've had that broken twice. With a reel you can set the drag light enough to use small line but you'll need to play them all day. If you want to catch fish (rather than records) I think 60-80lb plus 10+ feet of 200-300lb leader is about right... With reasonably heavy tackle you can pull them right in and kill them fast. For fish less than about 30lbs you can just grab the leader and lift the fish aboard, throw a towel over it and brain it. A few things that may or may not be relevant, because they're elementary fishing advice. Knots - are you using the "improved clinch knot" to tie off line to leader/lure? Any curl at the break point indicates the line broke at the knot. As I recall testing showed the improved clinch was good for 95% of line test strength. Other knots were in the 80% or less range. Line degradation - Sun and fraying/nicking greatly reduces line strength. Drag - a smooth consistent drag is essential. Depending on how much attention you're paying to the rod, having it initially set as light as possible is best. This allows you to gradually tighten it as needed to tire the fish before it can break the line or run it all out, instead of giving it the opportunity to apply all its strength to the line when its strength is at its greatest. But if you're not paying attention chances are higher a big one runs the line off the spool and takes it all. --Vic |
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On Jun 22, 9:07*am, Vic Smith wrote:
Drag - a smooth consistent drag is essential. *Depending on how much attention you're paying to the rod, having it initially set as light as possible is best. This allows you to gradually tighten it as needed to tire the fish before it can break the line or run it all out, instead of giving it the opportunity to apply all its strength to the line when its strength is at its greatest. ... All good points. Just to editorialize a bit: Light tackle is the thing if you're into torturing fish to death. If you just want to slay them use heavy tackle and close the drag right down as soon as they're hooked. If you just want to kill the ones you are going to eat and avoid all by- catch and missed hook-ups, get into the water, choose carefully and then shoot your fish with a spear. Also, if you're going to leave a line out behind your boat for days on end a thimble or other chafe protector is a good idea where you knot or crimp your line. -- Tom. |
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Hi, Bob, and list,
On Jun 20, 1:50*pm, Bob wrote: On Jun 20, 6:26*am, Skip Gundlach wrote: March 14 - On the road again... As night approached, we thought to come back to the shoreline area north of the channel, and anchor off Cumberland Island. *I don't know what the bottom is there, Did you looka at a chart. Somtimes charts have that info How abouta crusing guide? Or god forbid the Coast Pilot! Well, actually, we did. Only in retrospect, after having gone through the chartkit, the paper individual chart, the cruising guide (no comment), the charts on MaxSea and, finally, the Cap'n, did I find, drilling down to a 0.5mile view in the Cap'n, that it was soft shale. We usually rely on the charts' little notes for bottom stuff - but until I did it a couple of days ago, at leisure, I couldn't find it. No biggie, in any event, as we hove to... I made the decision to, instead, heave to for the night. Given the realities, I made the decision to get well clear of any potential involvement with hard points. * *Very comfortably, we sat there, nearly motionless (other than our slide to leeward), comfortable and dry, and slept soundly with the anchor and cockpit lights ablaze. When we arose to a brilliant day, later, we saw that we'd drifted nearly 20 miles while hove to. * Skip My dear friend Skip................ While bobbing around hove-to did you have a someone responsible for lookout duties who was actually awake at all times an looking out for big hard objects? Im not a very good reader and may have missed that point in you description. Nope, you didn't miss anything, other than, perhaps, that before heaving to, we made sure to get to deep water and out of the potential way of any hard objects - and by the way, also very far off the beaten track as to traffic of any sort, let alone shipping. My current read is "cruising in seraffyn" and whaddya know? On Page 35, off the coast of Isla Guadaloupe, it reads: "Just before sunset, the afternoon northwesterly caught us, and we began an exhilarating sleigh ride that continued for the next three days. "Larry adjusted the windvane, reefed the main and adjusted the lapper on the pole. With Helmer (Ed. note: the windvane/steering setup) completely in control, we settled down for cocktails, steak, lobster, baked potatoes and a tossed salad while we watched a fiery sunset over the fast-disappearing island. "That night we both slept soundly, far from the shipping lanes, running along at over 5 knots. Morning found us far enough south to discard our winter clothes and start sunbathing." I don't know about you, but I rely on the good sense of people like Lin and Larry, having read much of their later stuff - and if they can sail full bore while they both sleep, due to their area and heading, I felt pretty comfy hove to in similarly thought out circumstances :{)) And, for what it's worth, I have yet to see any mention of lights in the book, whereas we were lit up like a Christmas Tree... Bob PS Dave, you don't have to protect me :{)) Tomorrow we leave for Flying Pig; update on our departure in a coming post as it approaches... L8R Skip |
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On Jun 26, 6:08*am, Skip Gundlach wrote:
...and by the way, also very far off the beaten track as to traffic of any sort, let alone shipping. ... "That night we both slept soundly, far from the shipping lanes, running along at over 5 knots. *Morning found us far enough south to discard our winter clothes and start sunbathing." I don't know about you, but I rely on the good sense of people like Lin and Larry, having read much of their later stuff - and if they can sail full bore while they both sleep, due to their area and heading, I felt pretty comfy hove to in similarly thought out circumstances :{)) ... I'm not even sure where to start with this, Skip. I pretty regularly hear folks who go offshore claiming that they feel silly running their lights after day two or three off the coast because they never see any shipping. However, the reason they never see any shipping is because they never open their damned eyes. Yes, it is possible to go for days without having any traffic at all in very remote places. However, it is possible to have very close calls in very remote places. I had to take evasive action about 1000 miles SSE of the Cooks once as we were nearly run down by a fishing boat (not engaged in fishing) which had no crew on the bridge or on deck. We've come across fishing boats, fishing fleets, and small cargo vessels in some of the most remote places left in the world. You may think that you were "very far off the beaten path", but there was traffic out there. Cherry picking bits and parts out of the sensational books and emulating them is probably a bad idea. So, Lin and Larry say they were drunk and stupefied and spent the night below. Hunter Thomson claims that he was in a drug induced haze and driving his motorcycle at absurd speeds for most of his adult life. These things make for fun tales but aren't intended to be taken as how-to advice. You are legally required to keep watch and so it everyone else. To be sure when people think they are in remote places they often don't do a good job of it. So, the poor fisherman who runs you down off the coast of the US of A is going to loose his catch, and will likely find himself being sued by you or your heirs when he gets ashore and may be find himself put on trial by the state. You're welcome to trash your boat or kill yourself and if your wife wants to go for the ride that doesn't bother me either but have a thought for the poor buggers who you are going to take down with you. Not keeping watch is bloody selfish. -- Tom. |
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