Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Savannah to Cumber land Island, November 13 to 18

Savannah to Cumberland Island - November 13 to 18, 2009

We were glad to have sunshine once again as we made our way towards Savannah. Both boats and wildlife were on the move after being holed up waiting for the weather to improve. Just after we crossed the Savannah River three small deer swam across the Elba Island Cut in front of us on their way to Bird Island while a huge OOCL container ship leaving Savannah passed behind us. The railroaders in the audience will know what OOCL stands for.

Deer crossing.

Note the 32 ft sailboat on the left that was put in a holding pattern as the ship went by. When you are that big you always have the right of way.

As we neared Savannah we passed the Bonaventure Cemetery which was made famous by the book and movie ‘Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil’ , a story built around several murder trials and based on real life events that took place in Savannah in the 1980’s.

Our first night in the Savannah area was spent anchored in the Herb River, just past Thunderbolt on the Wilmington River. In the morning we moved to Hogan’s Marina on Turner Creek on the other side or the Wilmington River. The facilities there are pretty basic (one shower for both the men and the women but only accessible from the ladies washroom) but the Publix grocery store is next door and the stop for the public bus is just across the street. The nice man on the bus pointed us in the direction of the City Market area for a good place for Laurie’s birthday lunch.

Lunch with Marilyn. Happy Birthday Laurie!

Roses made from Palmetto fronds are a common street craft in the South.

Cobblestoned River Street is a popular place to browse, window shop, eat, drink and watch the action on the Savannah River. There is a free dock where you can tie up your boat if you can find space.

The wrought iron balconies do not look very safe.

Every city has its own Happy Hour rules. You might get $1.00 Miller Draft on Sunday, Half price margaritas on Wednesday and Thursday or 2 for 1 martini’s on Saturday. In Savannah, the rule is buy one, get one for $1.00. Of course you’re not going to have just one drink, even if you know that the last bus home leaves in 10 minutes and you have 7 blocks to walk to the bus stop. No problem. In downtown Savannah, you don’t need to finish your drink in the establishment where you bought it. They will give you travelling cups. You don’t even need to ask. And you can take them on the bus.

The Velvet Elvis gave us our first travelling cups.

The gang on the bus ride home to Hogan’s. Mo still has her traveling cup.

Taking the groceries home.

Our next stop in the Savannah area was at the luxurious (comparatively speaking) Isle of Hope Marina with two showers plus laundry facilities and two courtesy vehicles that you can reserve for two hour periods. If you book the last two hour slot in the day you can stay out late and the courtesy van does not turn into a pumpkin.

Here we are at Isle of Hope. Polar Pacer is the little one on the right with the shortest mast.

Isle of Hope mailbox.

Mandarin oranges in the front yard.

We liked downtown Savannah so much we took the courtesy van back there to see if we could find some good blues music. Well, things were pretty quiet at the Mercury Lounge on a Sunday night so we took our cups and went traveling back down to River Street. If you walk past the open door of another drinking establishment while carrying your traveling cups they might encourage you to come in and liven the place up a little. And if you make a musical request that the one man band does not know the words to, he might send one of the bartenders out into the darkness to get a copy of the lyrics so he can sing it for you.

Savannah is full of artists and art galleries. Even the window displays in the retail stores are works of art.

We said goodbye in Isle of Hope to our friends on Kismet and Passages. We need to have the boat hauled to get some work done and need to pick up the pace a little.

In Georgia, the Intracoastal Waterway mostly runs through the swamp marshes, winding its way back and forth and following the deeper channels. In some places the water is not very deep and many boats get stranded waiting for the tide to come back in so they can pass through. The tide can change the water level by as much as nine feet. We only need a little more than three feet of water but places like Jekyll Creek made us nervous when the depth gauge showed four and a half feet. There are many places to anchor along the ICW in Georgia in the small creeks and rivers. There are not a lot of trees so none of them are protected from the wind. They are narrow enough that there is little chance of getting big waves.

These gulls thought we were a fishing boat and followed Polar Pacer hoping to pick up the ones that got away. I’m afraid they will go hungry trying to mooch off of us.

A crab pot at low tide in the Creighton Narrows.

Mud flat in Old Teakettle Creek at low tide.

There are many military bases on the US Eastern coast and when we travel near them it is necessary to monitor the radio channel that they use to advise you that the area is closed if they are going to be doing exercises in the area. We have not encountered any closures but have heard warnings to another boat that was either not on the radio or was not following instructions. They were basically advised to remove themselves from the area or ‘the vessel will be disabled by firing at its stern” Georgia has a submarine base located close to its border with Florida. We were listening carefully.

A submarine parking spot?

Cumberland Island was our last stop in Georgia. It is a popular place for cruisers and we met up again with a number of boats that we had not seen for a while; Brilliant (Stephanie and Pete), Luff Affair (Mary and Don) and Chris Pam Mel (Lois and Howard). The anchorage is quite shallow in spots and there is not much wind protection except from the east.

We took our dinghy in to shore at the Sea Camp station and walked across the island to the beautiful white sand beach on the Atlantic Ocean.


The trail through the live oaks to the beach.

Sand dunes on the Atlantic side of the island.

The island is mostly unpopulated by humans and is reported to be abundant with wildlife. We had seen some of the feral horses on the shore near the northern end of the island when we passed by on the water. On foot, we hoped to see wild turkeys, vultures, armadillos or even wild pigs. There were lots of unidentifiable animal tracks and horse poop in the sand dunes and along the trails but no warm bodies. The single horse that we saw was near the sea camp and so accustomed to people that he couldn’t even be bothered to look at us when we walked by.

One of the feral horses.

Beach combing was productive. There were so many shells it was hard to decide which ones were keepers. There is only so much room to carry them on the boat. It did not take long for Tom to find a sea bean buried in the debris left behind by the tide.

The dark brown one is the sea bean, often used to make jewelry.

A molted Horseshoe crab shell wider than Tom’s size 10 shoe.

Next Stop – Florida!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Long Distance Wishes

Long Distance Wishes

One of the downsides to extended cruising is the realization that communication with the people that are special to you will often be difficult and that you will probably not be present in person to celebrate special events and successes or to provide support when things go wrong.

Recently, two of our favorite people have been diagnosed with very serious illnesses. I think about them a lot, hoping that they are getting the best medical care available and that they will have the best of all possible outcomes.

Mike and Ellen – For both of you we hope that today is better than yesterday, tomorrow is better than today and that soon these things will be behind you.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Tom Point River to Bull Creek

Tom Point River to Bull Creek - November 7 to 12, 2009

Fred joined us in Annapolis as extra crew. He was not able to do as much of the heavy lifting as we had hoped and was relegated to the aft cabin with the tools and spare parts for three and a half weeks. A few days before Halloween we noticed that he was getting a little pale so we let him out on the back deck to get some sun. Fred is not a very sociable guy and can only handle a few days out in public. After Halloween he retired once more to the life of a hermit in the aft cabin.

Fred

While we were in Charleston I became aware of another sea water phenomenon. I started hearing a sound very much like crinkling cellophane or tin foil coming through from the bottom of the boat. I have been told that the source of the noise is the shrimp nibbling on the crud that is growing on the hull. I have no intention of going down to see for myself so I will just take their word for it.

We are well into Low Country now. The ICW winds through a maze of interconnected salt marshes, rivers, creeks, inlets, and sounds.


Fellow boaters winding through the marsh to the anchorage at Tom Point River.

Low tide in Tom Point River

You know you are in the south when real estate signs look like this.

As we move from one to the other the tidal currents are constantly changing. Sometimes they are in our favor, giving a boost of 3-4 knots to our speed and other times they are against us slowing us down to the point where we need to increase the engine RPM’s just to keep moving.

Six knots is our normal cruising speed. As you can see, we were getting a little help here.

The area we have passed through is sparsely populated near the water. The vegetation is mostly marsh grasses with a few higher areas dotted with trees. We have started to see palmetto trees growing in the wild. The flatness makes it feel like traveling through the prairies.

Residents have a long walk to their boat docks.

Tom exploring the salt marsh at Lady’s Island

From the anchorage at Lady’s Island we had a short travel day of about 45 minutes when we passed through the bridge and dropped our anchors again in front of downtown Beaufort (say bee-you-fert), South Carolina. Hurricane Ida was heading for the Gulf Coast and we were watching closely to see if she was coming our way or not. Sunday is one dollar Miller Draft day at Luther’s Rare and Well Done waterfront restaurant. They also have $12.95 plates of wings big enough to feed six. What better place to sit and watch the weather channel?

The gang before we went to Luther’s trying to ignore the swarm of gnats biting at our ankles.

Luther’s Rare and Well Done

Ida started to dissipate and it looked like we would get some wind in a couple of days but nothing too serious. We stayed in the anchorage at Beaufort another day to go exploring.

Front porches are for sleepy dogs.

A quiet side street in Beaufort, SC

I thought that Spanish moss was unique to specific trees. In Beaufort I discovered that it makes itself at home in just about any kind of tree.

Spanish moss in some kind of maple tree.

Spanish moss in a tall juniper.

Spanish moss in what might be a sycamore.

With Remembrance Day just a few days away, the Beaufort National Cemetery was a fitting place to visit. This cemetery was established in 1863 and contains the graves of soldiers from every conflict from the American Civil War to the Persian Gulf conflict.

Beaufort National Cemetery as seen from the main gate.


Trees draped with Spanish moss.

As we left the cemetery a light rain started. Before we reached the downtown area it was a downpour. Back to Luther’s we went hoping to enjoy happy hour while we dried out and waited for the rain to stop long enough to get back to the dinghy dock and back to our boats without getting too wet again. It was not letting up and we couldn’t stay there all night as Laurie had already prepared lasagna for a group dinner. The Dubarry boots kept our feet dry but we were totally drenched everywhere else. When we reached Polar Pacer we had to strip off all of our wet clothes before we went inside the cabin. Good thing it was already dark out.

The rainy anchorage at Beaufort.

The anchorage at Beaufort was not well protected for whatever effects of Ida might be leftover by the time they came our way so we headed for Bull Creek about 30 miles farther down the Intracoastal Waterway. Another early start and we were anchored shortly after noon. We had an opportunity to test the steering hydraulics with the auto pilot and are pleased with the improved operation.

It was another morning of multiple dolphin sightings. Seeing them is getting to be pretty common but we still get excited when we see the fins gracefully break the surface of the water. Today there were even a few that jumped completely out of the water.

A fishing boat at work in the early morning.

Fishing boats at dock.


Palmettos in the wild on the shore of Skull Creek

Hurricane Ida

We had been watching Ida's progress closely and were relieved to see her downgraded from a hurricane to a tropical depression. As she moved in our direction we were only expecting to see maximum winds of about 35 knots. Bull Creek, near Hilton Head, was a well protected anchorage from most directions and was a good place to sit until things calmed down. Our first night there we anchored near the creek entrance. We had heavy rain that night but no wind. The wind came up and we saw gusts to 38 knots from the south which was our least protected side. The anchor held tight but NOAA (National Oceanic & Atmospheric Administration ) was still forecasting stong winds for the area into Thursday night so we moved around the bend in the creek that was just a little more protected.

We had also woken to the gas can floating upside down in the dinghy. Not good for the outboard motor. We were on our way to visit another boat in the anchorage later in the day and the motor sputtered and stopped. When it would not restart Tom got the oars ready to row and then one of the oarlocks snapped. Good thing the current was moving in the right direction and carries us to where we wanted to be. We could have ended up in Hilton Head! We needed a tow to get back to our boat after dinner. Thanks Jim, that wasn’t easy for you to do in the pitch blackness. Tom dismantled the motor the next day and after giving it a good cleaning and some clean gas he got it running again.

Tom caught this guy trying to crawl aboard using the dinghy painter. By himself he was not big enough to make a crab cake so we sent him back to the river to join the rest of the blue crabs.


Dolphins feeding at the edge of the marsh. The tide is in.


When you don't want to drive the long way around just put your horse trailer on a barge and take the shortcut down Bull Creek.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Wrightsville Beach to Charleston

Wrightsville Beach,NC to Charleston, SC – October 30 to November 6, 2009

We saw our first palm trees in Virginia planted on the grounds of the lock into the Dismal Swamp. As we neared Wrightsville Beach both the houses and the palm trees became more numerous.

It was a gray day when we passed this place. It sure caught our attention.

Life size lawn ornaments make you look twice. A good thing when you are trying to sell.

Wrightsville Beach is without a doubt a surfer town. With the Atlantic Ocean only three blocks from the dinghy dock it was a short walk to the beach to watch the action.

Mature surfer dude.

Oops.

Tom testing the water

The anchorage at Wrightsville Beach

Wrightsville resident

The anchorage at Wrightsville Beach is sandwiched between the two sides of town and is a beehive of activity. We saw swimmers (human) who appeared to be warming up for the ironman competition the following weekend as well as a number of dolphins. There was even a rumor of a possible shark sighting.

Getting around town

Warm up routine before going out to catch a wave.

Our neighbors in Wrightsville Beach

There are two food items at Wrightsville beach that I highly recommend; the fresh swordfish at Motts Channel Seafood (barbecued to perfection with a little garlic lime marinade) and the famous chicken salad from Robert’s Market that has its own facebook page. The first container didn’t last long and a special trip was made to restock.

The morning we left Wrightsville Beach I saw ocean phosphorescence for the first time. We have a clear hose that brings in sea water to the toilet and when I flushed in the early morning darkness I saw a flash of light in the hose. Sure enough when I lifted the toilet seat there was a little plankton winking back at me!

Kismet - Sunrise at Wrightsville Beach

We were up very early that morning as we had decided with three other boats to take advantage of the full moon and a good weather forecast to get more offshore experience in the log books. It looked like an easy overnight run directly from Wrightsville Beach to Charleston. Our estimated travel time was around 30 hours which would have us arriving in Charleston just before noon with the tidal current helping us into the harbor. You always need to be prepared to change plans at short notice and when there were reports of possible thunder storms 20 to 40 miles off of Cape Fear we changed our exit point and went out via the Cape Fear River farther down the coast to avoid the potential storm area. We were out in the Atlantic by mid morning and although the sky was overcast it looked like it would be a good passage. The winds were in our favor and the waves were less than two feet high. We had lots of dolphin sightings and even had a small pod travel with us for about half an hour crossing back and forth in front of the boat and coming up out of the water alongside us. They were larger than the ones we have been seeing in the rivers and inlets and were amazing to watch.

The afternoon dolphin show on the Atlantic Ocean

All was going well until it got dark. It was still overcast so the full moon was no help whatsoever. Both wind and waves increased and with the waves from a different direction than the ocean swells we felt like we were inside a washing machine. The hydraulic auto steering system could not keep the boat going in the right direction so we would need to steer by hand all the way to Charleston which was still about 100 miles away. One of the boats we had left Wrightsville Beach with had disappeared over the horizon some time earlier and on our last radio contact with them said they were having such a good sail that they decided to bypass Charleston and head for Florida. The other two boats were behind us. With nothing but blackness ahead we could only hand steer by following the compass or the course indicator on the chart plotter. To make matters worse, Tom got a very bad case of seasickness and spent much of the night feeding the fishes.

When we saw lights from another sailboat on our port side we changed course to fall in behind them and use their lights to steer to. Iwanda immediately hailed us on the radio to say they had seen us make a course change and wanted to make sure that we were okay. We confirmed that they were also headed for Charleston and indicated that were having steering problems and would like to use their stern light as a steering guide. Over the course of the night they kept in touch by radio to make sure that they were not travelling too fast for us and to advise us of their intended course changes and to provide an update on potential freighter traffic in the channel going into Charleston. While we were not in any danger, we are very appreciative of their concern for our wellbeing and grateful for them making our lives easier in the wee hours of the morning.

Not long after out arrival in Charleston Tom related our experience to a fellow boater on the docks. Rob turned out to be very well versed in the Hynotics hydraulic steering system that we have on Polar Pacer and took the time to discuss it in detail. He made some suggestions to troubleshoot the system and gave us copies of the Hynotics documentation he had with him. Just a few minutes with a bicycle pump and it appears that our steering problem may be resolved!

Tom later referred to that offshore passage as our “Gone With the Wind “tour. Just like Scarlett O’Hara we had depended on the kindness of strangers.

Once we had caught up on our sleep and had showers it was time to play tourist in Charleston. What a beautiful place. We took a horse drawn carriage tour with a guide whose family has been in the area for many generations. Montague (the horse) and Phillip (the guide) escorted us through historical Charleston and provided an entertaining commentary on the lifestyle and events of the area.

Monty

The old architecture is incredible and thanks to strict preservation rules that protect anything older than 75 years it should remain that way. Even the trees, sidewalks and old carriage steps are protected.

Many of the houses were built with side porches to catch the ocean breezes.

Creeping fig covers much of the stonework.

These are earthquake bolts They were installed in many buildings in the 1800’s to hold them together after they were damaged by an earthquake.

Downtown Charleston resident

An old carriage step

The ghost walk we took after dark was disappointing after the excellent Monty and Phillip show although we did go down into this cool dungeon below the old customs house.

A typical side garden

In Charleston we also made arrangements to have one last night on the town with Hanni and Roger. They will be staying in Charleston for an extended period before going on to Florida. We had a great time travelling with them. Hopefully our paths will cross again someday.

Saying goodbye at The Noisy Oyster