Aaron's blog

Early start this morning sailing into the sunrise at the east end of Long Island. 6 knots of wind on the beam (so motor sailing of course) and glassy smooth water. We want to make it 70 miles to Cuttyhunk Island where our friends on SV Sea Otter are preparing to go through the Cape Cod canal tomorrow. Winds should be out of the north so we will cross over to the southern shore of Connecticut and Rhode Island, passing north of Fishers Island (where we had intended to make it to last night).

Yesterday we made it 30 miles east of Port Jefferson before the rain made us give up. We started with perfect conditions and then as we started getting rain and storm alerts we cut 2 miles south to shore to anchor if it got unpleasant. It proceeded to lightly rain for the next hour and the heavy rain spots on radar kept weakening before they got to us. So I decided to go straight across between two points instead of sticking to shore, and naturally that is when the weather started to become interesting. The winds gradually built to 20 knots and the rain became moderate. 45 minutes later we made it to a decent place to anchor on the west side of Horton Point and called it a day. My hands and feet were very wrinkled from being wet for several hours. It became foggy so we we're glad to be already stopped. Then we made pizza and relaxed!

We have been doing good with the currents as they have been 1 knot favorable for the whole morning yesterday and presumably today too.

A bird is taking a break on the solar panel.

We are anchored near Cuttyhunk Island, ten miles east of Martha's Vineyard.

We are anchored in Chesapeake City for a few nights.

We passed through our first lock yesterday just south of Norfolk, VA. We only moved about 18" down in the lock. They had this board which confirmed how far we've come (from Miami) and have left to go (to Boston).

As we left Norfolk this morning we heard on the radio that a US Navy submarine was leaving. So we dawdled for about 20 minutes and got to see it cruise out to sea about a half mile away. Also our anchorage was 2 miles from 3 aircraft carriers! Also the US Navy experimental stealth ship Stiletto passed us about 100 yards away at 32 knots! It has been a very exciting morning.

We hope to make it to the mouth of the Potomac River today. We will eventually get an update out about the past week+ before it fades too far from our memories.

As we attempted to leave our anchorage on the morning of May 26th we observed that the we faced a 3 knot current for the 10 mile trip up the river to Georgetown where we would get fuel. With a 6.5 knot through water cruising speed this would leave us with a grueling 3 hour trip with a minor doubt about how much fuel we had left. Instead we dropped anchor again, then dropped the dinghy and took Louise to the beach. It was a pretty stinky beach with a lot of flies so not very enjoyable. Also dropping the dinghy in a three knot current is a serious endeavor!

We arrived at the fuel dock in Georgetown and took on 37.5 gallons. That marina had beat up wooden planking and they even made their own cleats using bolts and pipe. This was a stark contrast to the no-expenses-spared docks we had been seeing all over Florida. Their rates reflected that they do pass these savings onto the customer! We motored on in the ICW for 30-40 more miles. This was a neat stretch as a lot of it was pretty wide lake sections, and it was memorial weekend so plenty of families were out on the water. We had a sail up for most of it to gain a tiny bit of speed (usually something like 6.2 knots bumped up to 6.6 knots).

Our destination was Osprey Marina since there was no end to the heat wave in sight. Highs for the next 6 days were all forecast to be high 90s or even over 100, and even if we put on 50 miles every day it would be 3-4 days before we escaped the heat. So we pulled up to their dock and plugged in our AC. They only charged $1 per foot so $37 plus maybe $7 for electricity. Boats are generally poorly insulated so the next day as the temperature climbed and the sun beat down the temperature inside still rose to 92 degrees with the AC running constantly. The cooling loop in the main living area doesn't get as cold as the one in the aft cabin so it could probably use a recharge or something but it still does OK. Then we had the idea of putting all of the cockpit cushions on the cabin roof to insulate from the sun, and we even used 4'x4' piece of foam that we had left over from constructing the cushions. This helped a lot!

The weather was still hot as we left on May 29th. We had briefly met another young boating couple at the marina so we watched on AIS as they followed an hour or so behind us on their sailboat Vega. As we approached Southport, NC it was still really hot and we found another reasonably priced marina. They had free laundry and a pool! We met one guy on the dock who gave us a tour of the boat he had been working on for a few years. He was really impressed with how Louise could go up and down his companionway stairs. Another guy by the pool talked to us for a while, giving some good tips for our journey north. He had a 72' mast on his 50' sailboat, so does most of his traveling in the ocean (most fixed bridges on the ICW are 65').

We did a short trip the next day to Wrightsville Beach. This is just east of Wilmington which we had visited while living in the camper and promised ourselves we would come back and visit by tying up on the wall right downtown. Unfortunately that will have to wait for our trip south as we needed to continue making progress north. We ended up anchoring near Vega and both left at the same time the next morning. They went out the inlet into the ocean and we proceeded up the ICW.

We made it to Morehead City before a thunderstorm developed and we anchored a few hundred yards off the channel to avoid driving in the rain. Vega made it to an anchorage out in nearby Cape Lookout which sounds amazing and we plan to check out on our way south in the fall. They stayed for a few days there…maybe we will meet up again with them in the future.

On June 2nd we proceeded up the ICW north of Beaufort, NC. This was our first section of the ICW that cuts off a significant chunk of land rather than just sort of paralleling the ocean. Mile markers started appearing and we saw number 200, meaning 200 miles to Norfolk, VA where the ICW officially starts.

The canal fed us into the Neuse river which is a mile or two wide, and we motor sailed down that and then up into the Bay River where we anchored for the night.

The next morning a tug pushing a large loaded barge snuck into the canal just before us. We followed for a while but then eventually made the pass. It took about 30 minutes as we were only going about 0.5 knots faster. We arrived in Belhaven in the early afternoon to take on fuel and water and planned to go about 10 miles further. Louise hadn't pooped for about three days so she made a break for it and ran down the dock. Then she pooped on the dock and ran onto shore to poop a few more times. Anna pursued with no shoes on. Aaron was busy filling the water tank and followed 5 minutes later with poop bags and Louises collar and leash. Tempers were high so we decided to just stay there for the night.

Right across the street was an old building that is now used as an event center. A popular place for weddings, wine and cheeses, etc. We enjoyed looking around there and then took the marina's golf cart down town. Not much was open since they do a schedule like Wednesday-Sunday and it was an off day. But the Waterway Guide had foretold of an Ace Hardware that was much more than a normal Ace Hardware. They did have a lot of stuff. Aaron had some ice cream, a Slim Jim, and a root beer while Anna spent 2 hours in the clothing section (like a boutique in a corner of the store). Eventually Aaron found the bar nearby (no signage outside, except an illuminated Open sign behind a heavily tinted window and it was daylight still) and hung out there until the hardware store closed. Anna came over to the bar with 4 new outfits (important preparations for the wedding in Boston). She was even wearing one and looked quite dashing.

The bar was interesting in that they allowed smoking. We got to talking with some of the local people there. One guy ran a shrimp boat. He had his kid there and we played some version of pool with him that didn't involve pool cues. A couple of guys our age worked at the local acid plant which apparently is a major employer in the area. Hi Cameron and Lee!

Before we departed the next morning Aaron checked the oil and decided to add a half quart. As we got about 1/4 mile away the motor RPMs increased and the exhaust got pretty smoky. We shut down and anchored just outside the channel to investigate. The discovery of motor oil dripping out of the air intake confirmed that the oil was overfull and spraying through the crankcase breather hose into the air intake (as designed). The dipstick does weird things. If the engine has sat all night it just has a tiny drop of oil at the end when pulled out. Then a subsequent insertion and removal will show a level towards the bottom of the OK range. Further checks show a level a little higher each time. Hence the confusion resulting in overfilling it. A positive deduction from this is that the motor doesn't burn any oil, or at least less than a half-quart in 150 hours. And since we were at that 150 hour mark again we decided to just change the oil there instead of guessing how much to suck out and then changing the oil a day or two later anyways. Anna dinghied to town to get some oil and filters then we were on our way an hour later. We anchored at the south end of the Alligator River.
The Alligator River is a large bay about 3 miles wide and 12 miles long. It is legendary for having large steep (uncomfortable) waves when the wind is blowing straight down it from the north or south. The winds were out of the south but I think about 15 knots so not crazy. Still we were a little worried as we set out. I think we hit a log shortly after raising the anchor as there was a thump. We saw the boat Serenity who we had been passing the last few days (his boat is shorter so slower but he departs earlier than we do) on AIS toward the north end and he radioed back to us that conditions were fine up there. Then we made it across the Albemarle Sound with no trouble and tied up for the night at Coinjock Marina. They have good marketing and word of mouth for the prime rib at their restaurant. We had a very nice dinner with Serenity’s owner Brian, who shared lots of knowledge with us.

The next day we made it all the way to Norfolk, VA. We missed any markers for the official start of the ICW if any exists.

May 20th we left St. Augustine motoring north on the ICW. A few minutes in Aaron spotted a watermelon floating past. We made it to Jacksonville without event where we stayed at the same free dock we visited on the way south. Anna helped a smaller cruising speedboat (with a small cabin) dock later that evening. They were new to the experience and might have never docked the boat before as they had one line only partially ready. Anna tried to give some tips but there was quite a language barrier (they were all Asian).

The next day we left via the Jacksonville ocean inlet to have a day out in the ocean. Our destination of the south end of Cumberland Island was only 20 miles north and exiting and entering the inlets added about 5 miles on each end so all we gained by doing that was some ocean experience. We turned south after coming in the inlet to our planned anchorage and observed a familiar smell. A few miles upwind was a paper plant which we determined because it smelled exactly like the one we experienced often during our time in Charleston. So we went about 5 miles north and anchored just north of the Sea Dock of Cumberland Island.

On the 22nd we took the dinghy about 8 miles north to the Plum Orchard mansion. This was where we had anchored on our way south and due to the government shutdown at that time they weren't able to give tours of the mansion then. Tour highlights: 22,000 square feet big, quarter-saw oak flooring, Tiffany stained glass lamps, claw foot bathtubs, heated indoor swimming pool (remember, early 1900s I think!), heated towel racks in the bathrooms, and a foal flopped out in the front yard. From memory, a Carnegie widow offered $10,000 toward the cost of any of her children to build a home on the island and this was the only result.

Then we picked Louise up from the boat and went to the small town of St. Marys and had a nice supper at Fulfords Fish House. They had an interesting food point of sale system where they send a text when the food is ready so you can pick it up inside. Also free soft serve ice cream for dessert--Louise really liked that!

The next day we did relatively short distance. We stopped at Jekyll Island for fuel and then anchored a few miles north. Jekyll Creek is where we first got stuck on our way South in January. The tide was higher this time PLUS they are about half complete with dredging work to improve the channel. So that was all good until the north end of the channel when Aaron was distracted by all the cool dredging equipment and navigating by visually following the wrong shoreline. We buried the keel at full speed into very soft mud, coming to a nice stop. Thankfully we were able to promptly reverse out and continue on our way.

The next day we found some reason not to go out into the ocean (not hard to find) and went about 50 miles north through the winding ICW. We stopped about 7 miles south of Hell Gate which is a notorious shallow spot that has to be transited near high tide.

To time that right we left at about 10:30 the next morning. A long motor vessel that we think was named Freedom came up behind us and followed us through Hell Gate. Several weeks later we saw that a very similar looking yacht named Freedom was featured often in the displays at the Annapolis Maritime Museum about the Trumpy boat builders. It was built in 1926. Search for "trumpy yacht freedom" if you want to see more about it.

We proceeded motoring up the ICW to Savannah (very hot, 100 degrees, Anna was delirious) and then out the inlet into the ocean. We had decided to do our first overnight! At about 5:30PM we left the marked channel in the ocean and pointed NE towards Georgetown, SC. We sailed until about 10:30 when the wind died down too much and motor sailed at an easy 5 knot pace for the rest of the night. The waves were about 2 feet and at a pretty comfortable spacing.

While Louise and Aaron were sleeping in the cockpit at about 1:30AM Louise popped her head up and started sniffing frantically at the water, stuffing her head in a gap in the netting to get as close as possible. A few seconds later 4 dolphins appeared and swam alongside for a couple minutes. They were the first dark colored dolphins that we had seen, which are the spotted dolphin species. We were able to see them at night because we kept our deck light on. It shines down on the front of the boat from about halfway up the mast and it is comforting to be able to see the boat. Salty sailors would probably say that we should have it off so that our eyes can adjust to the dark and we can see surrounding hazards better.

A few things did go wrong and contributed to our first overnight being a stressful and exhausting experience. The compass did not light up so we had to hold a light to look at it or steer towards some reference point like the moon or bright stars. The chartplotter only shows which way we are going based on a sampling of our recent track so it lags by 5-10 seconds and isn't very useful for holding a steady course. Also the chartplotter started thinking that something was continuously touching the power button so it didn't work well for a few hours. Sleep was not as good as it could have been--Anna didn't sleep much during her breaks and Aaron's breaks were occasionally interrupted (should not have tried to sleep in the cockpit because as cool as dolphins are it is not worth the sacrifice of sleep).

Anna drove in the wee hours of the night and through the beautiful sunrise. At about 10:30AM the engine stopped. Aaron's calculations for remaining fuel were probably impacted by sleep deprivation. Thankfully the sea was pretty calm and Aaron was able to neatly pour in five gallons from a jerry can on deck. Then bled out the fuel lines and we were back on our way. We sailed (slowly and tacking downwind) for a couple hours to make that five gallons last the remaining distance.

Then the waves started to be about 3 feet high and things got pretty rolly. Anna enjoyed driving in these conditions so she happily steered while singing along to whatever songs Spotify was playing. The entrance to the inlet seemed to take forever to transit! The marked channel was very long and was not protected by a jetty until the last little bit. During this, Aaron became increasingly paranoid about running out of fuel again and decided that he needed to put the other five gallons stored on deck into the tank. This was a messy process and completed only minutes before being in the smooth waters behind the jetty.

We anchored just inside the inlet along a big sandy beach. The temperature had hit 100 degrees, so we tried to find a nearby marina but one was closed and the one in Georgetown was full. So we didn't have AC and it was very hot. But we were so tired that we somehow managed ignore the heat and get some rest.