Month: April 2020



Not too many impressions from today and not many photos either simply because it was a demanding day on all.  We came out of the Delaware City Canal and could see the Delaware River roiling in front of us.  We knew the forecast, believed we could handle it and that the boat was also up to it.  Once in the river, it would have been almost impossible to turn back because turning around would have required several minutes of broadsiding the current and we really weren’t sure if Easy Wind would be able to bring her bow around quickly enough so that we could steer up into the current, putting us and her at real risk.  And so, we were committed.  As our buddy, Mike put it later, “wind and current from the back…no turning back!” And he’s right.

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The current and wind were in opposition creating haystacks of water and all of it was running faster than we were and from the rear.  Same story as on the Chesapeake, water would sneak up under our stern and throw the bow any which way it pleased.  Consequently, using auto-pilot was totally out of the question and it was an endurance contest between us and nature.  It was challenging but after we passed the nuclear plant, at about mile eight, the waves spread out and were more directionally navigable.

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There were lots of tankers, cargo ships and freighters to make sure we steered clear of but we steered the edge of the channel while they hugged the middle, so it wasn’t a problem.

We were both very happy to see the red and green markers of the Cape May canal.  We fueled up and docked at Utsch’s Marina where we had stayed before.  It is a bit tricky to enter as it looks like you are coming into a stockade that’s entrance is about 20’ wide with a little lighthouse marking it and of course the wind was blowing 35!

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Unlike the last time we were here, the marina was almost empty.  Hundreds of boats are blocked in their storage lot waiting to be put in the water but the C-19 mess has really interfered with boating this year and the governor just opened marinas this past week.  The staff here is wonderful and really epitomize the family business mentality.  Ernie apologized that the bathrooms weren’t open due to C-19 restrictions but that he would drive us into town if we wanted and even offered us some of his homemade chicken and rice soup!

We are concerned about the weather as it seems to be one low pressure system after another, kicking up winds and waves but we have a window of 1 footers tomorrow and so we will get Easy Wind a bit further north but aren’t sure what happens after that as the waves are predicted to be between 5 and 12 feet for days afterwards.  That is definitely a no-go scenario for us.


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Out we go with a couple of other boats on a chilly daybreak, past the Coast Guard station where Jerry did his basic training and into the Atlantic.  The other boats quickly ditch Easy Wind but she doesn’t seem to care.

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As forecast the waves are actually about 1 foot and for the first 3 hours we relax a bit, letting the auto pilot drive with us, occasionally correcting to miss crab pots.  Around Atlantic City the waves have kicked up to three’s and we have to make the call about whether we try for Manasquan Inlet or go in at Absecon inlet and stay in Atlantic City.

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If there were a way to know ahead whether the forecast would remain accurate, these kinds of decisions would be much easier but there isn’t.  We decide to put our faith in the forecast and hope that the waves stay the way there are or even decrease a little and hope against hope that no thunderstorms pop up to kick up the waves.  We power past Barnegat lighthouse and as we make the turn north,

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we are fortunate that the forecast is actually accurate and we bump through manageable seas off the bow for 10 hours and are just about to turn towards the Manasquan inlet when the engine hesitates repeatedly and starts to vibrate.  Two typical causes: you caught a crab trap and are towing it (hence the vibration) or the fuel filter has gone bad.  We know it isn’t a crab pot because we are always hyper-vigilant for them and there literally haven’t been any for hours.  So, we head out to sea, knowing the engine will need to be cut off for the time it takes Jerry to change the fuel filters.

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He gets everything set up while I navigate us away from the shore and when he’s ready I cut the engine off and play nurse to his surgeon, handing him what he needs and taking away what he’s removed.  I timed him and he has both fuel filters changed and we are back under way in under 4 minutes! I know he has done this on a bunch of his captain jobs but this is the first one I have been witness to and I am visibly impressed!  Once the engine is back on, she purrs along, happy as a clam.

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We head toward the Manasquan Inlet which is typically about the most treacherous inlet to navigate around here, unless one has timed entrance or exit to coincide with ebb tide and there is no wind (ha, like that ever happens!).  Narrow and long, bordered by rocks and concrete jacks on both sides, with fishermen flying past you, coming and going, it can be a harrowing experience.  Today we have timed it well. We are at ebb tide, the wind is low, the inlet is the calmest I have ever seen it and we make it through and then navigate the narrow railroad bridge and highway bridge and arrive at Clark’s Landing Yacht Club and Marina.

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They have given us a great outside slip in an almost empty marina.  The season here has been drastically delayed by the C-19 closure of the marinas until last week.  Spring is here and the tulips are amazing!  It starts to rain and it is really cold.  The weather doesn’t look great for the foreseeable future and we wonder if this will be the end of our trip with Easy Wind.


Our heater has died again, so after a couple of sips of tea and coffee, we go to work on it this morning.  We use a hairdryer to loosen the old hoses and try to snake out the hose and through-hull valve.  It is gucky and while there doesn’t seem to be any real clog, when we reassemble it and turn the unit on, there is still no water coming out the side of the boat and no heat coming on inside it.  Brrrr.

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We spend some of the morning cleaning the inside of the boat – we have an excellent little Shark vacuum that really does a great job (I want one for my boat!) and we wish there was a laundry facility here at the marina so we could get some towels washed.

It is rainy and cold and as we sit and explore weather options; it is looking grim.  Wave and wind forecasts don’t give us a window for almost a week and that is a one-day window.  We are looking at moving from Pt. Pleasant, NJ to either Sandy Hook or NY Harbor, where we would anchor behind the Statue of Liberty and from there, time the tides to run Hell Gate in the East River and out into Long Island Sound.  We really need two to three decent days to accomplish this and we aren’t seeing them for the better part of two weeks.

A discussion with the owners results in a unanimous decision not to have us sit for 5-10 days in New Jersey (especially since C-19 seems pretty hot right here) and sadly we agree that we will coach Easy Wind’s new owners from a distance in bringing her the last leg home.


We spend the next day cleaning the boat, inside and out.  Jerry washes her down and I polish her railings, which have been dulled by salt and spray and she is shiny and smiling by the time we are done.


We take advantage of the sun that is starting to peek out to walk to the laundromat to get all the linens and towels clean and then reluctantly take a Lyft to Enterprise where we pick up a car, after thoroughly wiping it down with Clorox wipes.  We return to the boat and pack our stuff and load the car as there is no sense extending time in NJ.  It is sad to leave Easy Wind alone in an unfamiliar place.  She has been our home for 39 days and we know her almost as well as Makin Memories.  The staff here is excellent though and we know they will oversee the repairs to the heater and gas stove that need to be made.  We secure her lines, lock her up, turn the keys over to management, bid her a last farewell and hit the road.


We have decided to try to travel down the coast, tracing by car the route we have just done by boat and end up in Virginia Beach. We reminisce about our favorite parts of the trip and how we already miss Easy Wind. It is raining and cold again by the time we get to Virginia Beach but this is an absolutely beautiful area that we vow we will return to when are on the road in an RV at some point.  The beach looks a lot like any other beach but the surrounding area has lots of forest and natural beauty that is not so typical of a beach community and we would like to spend some time exploring it sometime when it is warmer and not raining.

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This day is a total drive day.  We wanted to travel down the Outer Banks of NC but were foiled by the NC health dept.  We cross the bridge to the outer banks and find that unless you have a pass, you are unable to visit Kill Devil Hills and Kitty Hawk, all of which are closed anyway.  Sadly, we retrace our steps and decide that there will not be any real exploring on this trip home as we will probably face the same thing no matter where we go.  So, we decide to just get home as fast as we can and make it as far as Florence SC before having had enough sitting in a car (boats are way easier to spend long hours in than cars are).  The next day is more of the same.  The roads are not as crowded but there are semi’s everywhere.  We learn that other captains, delivering boats in the northeast have also been sent home owing to the non-existent weather windows.  I know we all would have preferred to complete our deliveries but safety of craft, crew and pocketbooks needs to be foremost in mind when making these go-no-go decisions.

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At the Florida border, we are herded through a blockade and while our rental plate is from Maryland, we confess, when asked, that we are in fact traveling from NJ.  They siphon us off into a loop where we have to fill out some paperwork and receive instructions from the governor about how to stay safe etc.  and a few hours later we are pulling into our home, sad that this journey is over but happy to be home after 5 ½ weeks where we are already looking forward to the next adventure!





Week 5


The day is exactly as forecast, the wind and rain blow sideways and whip the Alligator River up into 3-foot waves capped with crowns of white froth.  The Albemarle Sound beyond it will be exponentially rougher and even if we thought we wanted to attempt to cross it, the boat is literally pinned to the dock, using every fender we have and still she groans against them much of the morning and afternoon.


Thankfully for us, Easy Wind has a VERY functional heating system and we make use of it off and on all day, with shades drawn to insulate as much of our glass surfaces as possible.  There are two other boats here with us, both of which had intended to cross the Sound today, one catamaran from Virginia whose people are very familiar with the Sound and one Looper boat from Ontario.  Both have made the same decision we have and are going to wait out the weather and cross in the morning when waves are projected to drop to 1-foot heights and the weather should also be nicer.


Today is our 16th wedding anniversary!  The forecast had predicted calming winds, lessening waves and cooler temperatures for the morning and it was pretty accurate, which is nice.

0416200543bThe moon paints the docks with frost and it is COLD!   Our thermometer reads 58 degrees
INSIDE the cabin but the heater quickly injects some warmth as we get ready to depart Alligator Marina.  I am wearing leggings under my pants, a t-shirt, 2 long sleeve shirts, gloves, a buff, a down vest and jacket, which is pretty much all the warm clothing I brought.  There is ice on the decks so extreme caution is used as we take care of the chores required to get off the dock.  Cold without wind is a whole different beast than cold with wind and we are ready to go as the sun is coming up.

0416200543aThe river is glassy-smooth but the Sound is her usual self and so is uncooperative with the forecast, which called for 1’waves.  We wallow and roll, trying to find the best attitude for the crossing through 2-3’ foot swells that are washtub directional and grant no clear course for comfort.

And what should have been an easy crossing feels more like a combination of surfing and sailing as we take small tacks to lessen the discomfort and minimize sloshing in our fuel tanks.


Finally, we enter the North River and after a while I get fenders and lines ready for docking in Coinjock, where we have reservations for tonight.  I am on the top deck when Jerry yells, “Hey, there is something crossing the river ahead of us!”  I grab my camera too late to film the bobcat who is swimming confidently across the river and up onto the shore as we pass him.  Well, that’s unusual! We have had deer and beaver swim across our bow but never a bobcat!

0416201013_MomentWe had hoped to be here yesterday and pulling out on our anniversary but the contrary weather interfered with our plans.  We pull into Coinjock Marina not too long after we pass the swimming bobcat and within a short time,  some of the boats that were with us in Alligator arrive.  There is some general tale-swapping and notes-comparing and even with social distancing boat people continue to be boat people, connecting over shared experiences and learning from differing ones.


My Dad used to stop at Coinjock twice a year when he moved his boat from West Palm Beach to the Jersey Shore and back again and while I have heard the name and we passed by here on our Loop (it was SUPER-crowded with boats and people), this is the first time where the timing worked so that we were able to stop, stay and eat here and it does NOT disappoint!


Their prime rib is renowned to boaters who come through here and I totally enjoy the first red meat I have had in weeks while Jerry celebrates with a seafood platter after the obligatory champagne celebration drink to 16 years together!

We are pretty much done after a short walk after dinner and count today a memorable anniversary!


The Bonnie and Clyde of the ICW bid a fond farewell to Coinjock.

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Currituck Sound is windy and creates following seas for Easy Wind to wallow in front of – she really doesn’t like following seas at 1700 rpm but we don’t really want to push her to where she would probably be more comfortable and easier to steer.  The Sound isn’t too far and we easily leapfrog the three sailboats that beat us off the dock this morning. It’s pretty to see their white sails against the blue sky but we don’t want to be trapped behind them in the narrow waterway between the Sound and the lock and if possible we would like to be far enough ahead of them that we don’t need to deal with them in the lock at all.

The last time we went through Great Bridge Lock a sailboat followed us in, got sideways and came close to colliding with us.   The lockmaster (the worst one on our entire journey) stood there on the wall screaming at them and the poor things didn’t even speak English!  Finally the tug captain of the barge that was in the lock with us was able to hand signal to them what to do and we got it all sorted out but we try to avoid anything that approaches that kind of drama if at all possible!

Week 5 Day 3 (2)This day is uneventful and we travel pretty much alone, passing a couple of down-bound tows and barges and taking in the scenery along the way which alternates between forest, grasslands and homes.  Coming through Centerville swing bridge, a flock of Canada Geese land in the water right in front of us and begin a serious mating ritual with all kinds of honking and snaking necks until they are paired off into solid two’s.


We have noticed ribbons of ducks and geese in wavy V’s headed northwards as spring is arriving, though you wouldn’t really know it by our recent cold temperatures!  Each place we have been, we have just missed the peak of azalea and dogwood blooms, though some flowers cling tenaciously, unwilling to give up their holds.  This is the only part of living further north that I miss.

We manage to coordinate the opening of Great Bridge with a down-bound barge but it doesn’t really do us any good because the bridge opens on the half hour and hour and the lock, which is a stone’s throw away only opens on the hour.  So, we tie off to the free dock that is on the north side of the bridge and wait.  Lots of people stay here over night and I can see that it would be a convenient stopping place to spend a free night but we need to get to Portsmouth to meet up with Brian, who has allowed some spare parts we need to be mailed to him and who will also take us to Wal-Mart to get oil so that Jerry can do an oil change for Easy Wind.  Brian’s dad, Mike has unfailingly checked in with us every day or two to see how we are and to update us on news from home and the fact that in our absence our boat is “filthy!”  We are blessed to have the people we call friends in our lives and we don’t take that lightly.

The passage through the last lock is unbelievably smooth.  This lock actually has built-in fenders on the port side so all you have to do is loop a line over a cleat at the top of the wall and the lock drops you only a foot – it actually seems like much ado about nothing and we are happy to be finished with locks for this trip.

Week 5 Day 3 (3)Coming into Portsmouth and Norfolk is excruciating because it is a solid no-wake zone for miles and there are railroad bridges that have been known to be down for hours.  We are coming up on one, showing a green light and are almost there when the announcement comes over our radio that Norfolk & Southern bridge #7 will be closing shortly.  Jerry looks at me and back at the bridge and urges Easy Wind to move along, which she does and we pass under the bridge and through as the lights are turning red!  Last time we hovered at this bridge forever so we are pleased to have made it through until we get to the next railroad bridge which is definitely down with a train approaching.  We idle along watching and groan when the train stops completely for a while.  Fortunately, it resumes speed and the bridge opens and we are in the heart of Norfolk and Portsmouth.  Naval ships of all types surround us on every side, many patrolled with their own private security boats which have machine guns mounted on the bow.  It’s an impressive harbor and we know from experience that as you move further north it becomes even more so.

Week 5 Day 3 (15)We pass hospital hole, where we anchored one night prior to coming into the marina last time and tie up at Tidewater Yacht Marina.  This marina is home to a lot of live-aboards and even has a swimming pool built into the floating dock system.  We check in and HAVE to go stretch our legs.  Inactivity takes a bit of a toll on active people after a while and a walk is much needed.

We have finally caught up to spring!  The flowers are amazing and walking the brick sidewalks reminds us of how much we LOVE Portsmouth.  The homes are charming and a little reminiscent of Charleston and Savannah.

Week 5 Day 3 (13)We took a ferry over to Norfolk last time we were here and it has more of a city feel while Portsmouth has more of a homey feel and we much prefer it.  The walk does us good physically and mentally and we come back to the boat and sit out on the back porch where we chat with Bob, the owner of the last sailboat we leapfrogged.  He is trying to sell his sailboat for a little faster boat that is of more use in Maine and feels the Chesapeake area will be a better place than Cape Coral, Florida to sell her.  He’s had the boat for 22 years and it is obvious that he loves her but life changes and what’s practical at one point becomes obsolete at another point.

The sunny warm evening ends with a change in the forecast but we are ready for it


Dang! Should have gotten the key to the laundry room last night.  We want to get it done before the rain but the marina office doesn’t open until 8 and when it becomes reality, the hours have changed and they don’t open till 9.


By then we could have finished and been safely back aboard but now we slog through driving, cold rain and stay in the laundry room until our sheets are done.  The gusts are around 48 mph, so we are glad that we planned this to be a dock day to get errands done.


Brian arrives and takes us to Wal-Mart where we get the oil so Jerry can give Easy Wind an oil change.  We grab a great lunch at Fish and Ships and eat on the boat – fried oyster po-boys! YUM!  Thanks, Brian!!!!


The sun comes out as soon as we have finished all the schlepping chores (of course) and we send Brian back to work – sorry!  And Jerry gets down to changing the oil as the wind continues to howl around us.


He finishes up and we take a long walk, stretching our legs as the coming days may not present the opportunity.  We have a fairly good weather window and will try to make as long a run as possible up the Chesapeake in the morning.

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There is something about waking up surrounded by city after 4 weeks of pretty much waking up in small towns or peaceful anchorages.  It is really beautiful but we have now been commissioned to deliver this boat up to Boston, rather than Baltimore and we feel the need to get moving. Week 5 Day 5 (10)

A Navy security boat escorts us out of the Elizabeth River (separates Norfolk and Portsmouth) past HUGE aircraft carriers and destroyers.

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We see the protective gates that Brian works to open and close to allow the ships to enter and exit the base.  It is a crazy dangerous job when the water is rough but we think he likes the fact that no two days are the same.  The Red Cross ship Comfort was here last time we were through but she has gone to New York as a hospital to help fight the C-19 in that hotspot.  Maybe we will see her in a week or so as we pass through.

A container ship chases out into the Chesapeake but we turn north and he continues east so we never have a close encounter.   The Chesapeake is home to LOTS of HUGE ships and we are grateful that visibility is good and we can see them a long time before our radar detects them.

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The good news is that the current is strongly with us and it is sunny, so we are making good time.  The bad news is that the predicted one footers are actually two’s and three’s which build through the day into 3’s and 5’s and it is 100% a following sea, which Easy Wind is not happy about.  The waves sneak under her backside and throw her bow any which way they please.  This creates a LONG day of manual steering and we take more frequent turns switching off helm duty, as it is exhausting.

We see one of the unmistakable Trumpy boats approaching.  They are such gorgeous boats and we remember seeing Enticer (you can google this yacht if you are interested – I think she is a time share now) in Palm Beach, then again in Greenwich for the Town Party where Eric Clapton headlined and somewhere later in Long Island Sound.  It’s pretty cool to be at a concert and have the best seat in the house on your own back deck.  This is a smaller Trumpy and we are hailed by 61’ Adonia’s captain.   Turns out this is the flagship yacht for the Waterway Guide and he is a super ambassador, wishing us safe travels and hopes for a smooth journey.

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This is the Chesapeake Bay and there are crab pots everywhere, hidden by the increasing waves, which forces us to duck and weave and pray that one of the waves from behind doesn’t decide to throw us onto one that we have already steered to miss.  Fortunately, we are able to steer clear of all of them, even the ones that some smart guy painted BLACK!!!!

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We have to up our speed a little to keep the rudder responsive and we cover 110 very uncomfortable miles before we are able to tuck into the Patuxent River and anchor in a very sheltered cove near the Patuxent Naval Air Station.  Other reviewers of this anchorage reported being rocked out of their berths by the jets taking off but our night is calm and quiet and there is no better sleeping than being rocked gently on quiet waters with minimal wind….so peaceful.


The day is gray and overcast when we pull anchor and leave the PAX NAS anchorage.  The sky paints the water in shades of cobalt and azure that cry out to be photographed.  A green beacon gives us the GO signal and we are quickly into the Chesapeake again.

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It is fairly calm and over the course of a couple of hours the conditions settle into the predicted patterns, creating a situation where the current and winds are against us and we take the 1’s to 2’s bow-on, which makes Easy Wind and her crew MUCH happier!  Tankers and cargo ships lurk in the morning gloom and we pass by the ice-cream cone-shaped lighthouses that abound in the Bay.

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We cross from the west to the east side of the Bay, taking the most direct route and pass by St. Michaels,  home of the best crab places in the world.  This would be much more painful except that the crab houses are probably closed due to C-19 restrictions and the weather is cold and not conducive to sitting outside for a couple of hours picking crabs and drinking beer. Oh well, maybe another time.

We by-pass Baltimore, our original ending point for the trip and after 8 hours of driving head-on into the wind and waves we pull into the anchorage we have chosen for the night.  The sun attempts to emerge and after an hour or so is successful.  The winds should be out of the northwest at about 7 mph so it doesn’t really matter where we sit the night.  Last time we were in Fairlee River and we don’t want to do that again as the approach to the marina/anchorage was harrowing.  So we have chosen the aptly named Still Pond Anchorage as it will set us up to do the C&D Canal in the morning and should be fairly sheltered as well.

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We get the anchor set and work on some planning for the coming days.  We have another cold front moving in tomorrow with winds that dictate a marina and we need to figure out when we will get a weather window to move Easy Wind from Cape May to NYC via the Atlantic while minimizing our exposure to the hotspots that are NJ and NY.  We have researched the NJ waterway and we feel that this boat draws too much to even attempt running her through there so we will need good weather to run outside.

We sit down to relax for a minute and its as if we have entered Nirvana.  The wind dies, the air warms and we are in a private cove that is bordered on one side by cliff-perching homes cloaked in trees that are just starting to sport their spring regalia.  The red bud is in riotous bloom with the dogwoods transitioning pale green flowers to showy white.  The old hard wood trees wear pale green leaflets and it won’t be long before these houses are magnificently shaded from the summer sun.

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The other side of the cove is wild with rushes and trees bordering pale sandy beaches and it isn’t too long before we see a trio of deer bound across the beach and into the brush.  A pair of Bald Eagles school a recalcitrant offspring who appears to be afflicted with ADHD for all the attention he pays them and soon one of the adults shears off to harass an Osprey who has just caught his family’s fish dinner.  The Osprey emerges victorious, after a lot of ducking and diving and sweeps away over the trees to feed his family.  We can hear geese and a woodpecker, though we can’t see them and the peace in this lovely cove more than pays us back for the beating we took yesterday and today.   You can’t buy these kinds of moments and we soak in the warm sunny air and admire the calm surroundings until the sun sets and utter stillness descends upon the cove.

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Gale force winds are predicted for tonight as another cold front sweeps down and drops the temperatures into the low 40’s.  We would like to be tied up for this and have chosen Delaware City as our arrival spot.  It will make it a shorter day than we would like to put in but there are zero marinas in the Delaware and being in Delaware City will position us for the run down the Delaware River to Cape May the next day.


It is calm this morning and there are things hinting at being mountains off in the distance.  The waterway here is edged by orange clay cliffs with homes teetering closer to the edge than they probably did when they were built.  They range from a field of mobile homes to elegant mansions and everything in between.  A little lighthouse shares the same type of precarious perch and I wonder how much longer it will stand.


It can be a little unnerving to see a fairly large boat coming toward you and then watch it stop and swing right, then left, turn around and head straight for you.  This is the Army Corps of Engineers taking depth soundings and they apparently don’t care how close they come because we had one get frighteningly close yesterday.  This guy thankfully zooms right by us this morning.


We see the green light and enter the Chesapeake and Delaware (C&D) Canal with the current behind us and slightly hazy conditions.  The canal is easy and we encounter no ships, tugs or barges unlike our last trip where we saw a huge nose come around a bend over 100 feet up in the air and then the rest of the boat slowly emerged from there.  When we passed abeam, there was no daylight on our boat, it was that massive.  I don’t think the highest point on our boat even reached their anchor.

Today is an uneventful passage made brighter by the pink and white dogwoods, the redbuds and bridal bush that peek out from the near naked trees that tower leafless above them.  In some spots it almost looks like autumn because the maples are covered in red whirly-gigs that look like fall colors from a distance and the sky is that flat gray that comes before storms.

The clouds are starting to roll and rain is advancing ahead of the front as we pull into the Delaware City Marina.  They are SERIOUS here about the 14 day self-quarantine, which other marinas have announced but not enforced.  We are instructed over the radio to make sure we arrive with face masks in place and we are not allowed off the dock except to take our trash to the dumpster!  This would be a lot more disappointing if it weren’t raining and miserable outside by the time we finish getting the power and lines the way we want them.


Our heater has died, which might be a problem given what the weather is supposed to be like for the next couple of days.  Jerry spends some time in the hold and we clean the strainers and he does everything he can think of to do.  All he can think is that something may be plugging up the intake line and there’s no way I’m letting him get in the water to see.  We have a space heater, so we will survive!

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We weather terrific thunderstorms, driving rain and winds.  Towards sunset there is a break in the bands and we sneak out, fully masked to walk a bit and boy, are we happy we did.  This morning we had been talking about when the peak season for the DC cherry blossoms takes place and had decided that we had missed it this year.

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Around the corner from taking the trash to the dumpster is main street of little Delaware City, DE and we hit the jackpot! The cherry trees here line both sides of the street and are in full blossom.  The wind is whipping pink snow in every direction.  We are stunned at the beauty of these trees and are so grateful to have been able to witness it, even if we had to bend the self-quarantine directive a tad.

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Low tide tomorrow is at dawn, our usual departure time and as we walk the canal, we are seeing exposed mud flats at the entrance to the Delaware.  We will need to let the tide come up a bit before risking departure.  We think that will be perfect as a later departure will time it to where the tide will be turning a little less than halfway down the river and will be adding a few knots and lessening fuel consumption into Cape May, NJ (our 11th state and 2200 miles covered!).  Waiting will also allow the 5’ waves that the gale force winds create tonight to calm down a bit as well, so we are resigned to a later start.

Back to the boat we go and tuck in as the next band arrives with high winds and dropping temperatures.  We are in for the night!




We intentionally get a bit later start this morning, given the fact that we nestled into an anchorage dotted with crab traps last night and we don’t want to take any of them with us on the way out.  We wait for good light and start out about a half hour later than is our usual, through water that is as smooth as glass and soft with the morning light.

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Jerry had an interesting evening last night, getting up a couple of times to make sure the anchor had re-set properly and to do his normal survey of the state of the anchorage.  He went out on the back deck, which, on this boat, is sort of like a porch with the swim platform level with the deck.  He scared the heck out of a little marsh bird that had been sleeping on one of our deck chairs and who couldn’t get off the boat fast enough.  The second time he ventured out he saw a water snake swimming lazy S’s in the moonlit water.  He said it looked like the snake was contemplating using our back deck as a resting spot (we have heard other boaters talk about finding nests of water snakes on their swim platforms).  Jerry gently disabused him of the idea with a boat hook and came back to bed but he says he will scan the back deck more carefully from now on before walking out there at night!

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We wind our way through the last of the grassy marshlands, at least for a while, thank goodness!  It is tiresome when there is nothing but grass between you and the horizon and it persists for days and days.  We are back in the land of old South Carolina with its massive oaks, swinging with Spanish Moss.  The mansions look even larger here because they are all built with a false story underneath, probably mandated by the insurance companies that don’t want to pay flood claims every year.

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The crabbers here seem to be a better mannered bunch than their Florida cousins.  Their traps rarely encroach into the channel and in fact seem to be helpful in that they tend to mark the edge of it in most places.  There are folks out today, working their trap lines and it is a balmy day making it pleasant to be on the water.  Numerous pods of dolphins join us for a while and then retire to hunt for breakfast.  They are obviously well fed here as they are some of the largest dolphins I have ever seen.

W4 Day 1 (12)We come under the bridge and into Charleston harbor and remember spending days here last time.  We walked everywhere for miles and miles each day and marveled at the number of outstanding restaurants there were to choose from.  We definitely needed to walk to counter the effects of all of the fine dining we did!

W4 Day 1 (14)Today, we see nothing moving but the city is just as pretty as we remember.  We pass Ft. Sumpter which sports no American Flag today, no ferries full of tourists and nobody can be seen walking the ramparts.  It is almost spooky!  We cross the harbor and back into the ICW and now we are back in snaking grasslands again.  The houses here have a couple of hundred yards of dock on the side of the river that is fronted by a lot of grass flats and maybe 20 foot docks on the other side of the river that doesn’t.  I know which side I’d rather be on.

W4 Day 1 (19)The day is long with narrow, shallow waterways, not a lot to see and a warm breeze blowing sand flies into the wheelhouse.  They don’t seem to want to bite us and we are thankful for that small mercy.  We cover about 70 miles and pull into Awendaw Creek.  The current is strong but it is a wide anchorage with swing room for 10-15 boats but there is just one boat in it ahead of us.

There is a courtesy to sharing an anchorage. Most people anchor out to enjoy the quiet and solitude that it provides if you have considerate neighbors.  We pick a spot that will not encroach on his space and drop the hook.  After showers and a snack we sit out back and as the sun is lowering a sailboat enters the basin and decides to anchor right ahead of us.  Seriously!?!?

W4 Day 1 (22)There is plenty of room here but he decides we have the best spot so he cozies in and the captain and crew are seen no more.  The current and wind oppose each other which makes boats do interesting things while at anchor and we watch his boat look like it is underway headed directly at our boat.  We can see his bridle and know he is anchored but it is still irritating.

The wind dies and a just-past-full moon plays hide and seek behind the clouds.  Squeaky birds argue over oyster bed kingdoms on the shore and eventually even they settle into silence.


This morning is more of the same, a long straight shot of narrow waterway but because we leave when it is high tide, we have lots of water and the current helps speed us along so we make pretty good time.  Jerry amuses himself by putting a dent in the horsefly population, leaving our Navigation Notes book smeared with bug gore!  I’m not sure it will make a bit of difference to their overall numbers but it makes our wheelhouse more tolerable and keeps him happy.

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Dolphins pretend to be sharks, riding with only their fins showing and we laugh at their antics.  They are always welcome company.

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Once we get by McClellandville and Georgetown, SC the scenery changes dramatically.  We go from savannahs that stretch to the horizon to a forest with its feet in both sides of the waterway.  The rivers are quite swollen compared to when we were here a few years ago.  We pass the anchorage around Butler Island which we crowned as one of the most beautiful anchorages of our Loop (the other was in Canada).  We woke to a steaming river and fog-shrouded forests and the photos we shot that morning of a steamy sunrise were among some of our very favorites that we took over the course of that year.

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The river here looks like some of the Florida rivers we kayak; tea-stained brown but lush vegetation at each turn.  Eagles and Ospreys dive for fish and we can spot the hatchlings in some of the lower nests.  Along the way we pass a pontoon swing bridge and regular bridges most of which we don’t have to open.

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We get to Myrtle Beach and have to make a decision.  From here almost to North Carolina it is a narrow ditch, lined with houses and docks with no anchorages.

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It is only 1 PM so it is way too early to stop in the last anchorage for miles so we continue, knowing we will have to put into a marina.

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The homes here are amazing in architecture and landscaping and it is an interesting ride as we steer from the bridge and enjoy the last temperate day before the cold front arrives.  We have a slip at the North Myrtle Beach RV Resort and Marina.  The slips are short (25’) and the current is ripping but fortunately they have dockhands at the ready and we tie up.  It has been a long day; we covered 90 miles in 9 1/2 hours and we are tired but again happy with our progress northward.

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The current is still running fast when we are ready to depart but thanks to deft placement of the new fender balls, we come out of the slip pivoting on one of them, forcing it to act as a shield against the pylon until it finally bumps our stern away from the dock and we are free!

The first bridge today opens on demand but most of the rest of them through North Carolina are timed.  Some open only on the hour (Wrightsville) and others open on the hour and half hour.  Either way, it compels us to govern our speed to arrive at the proper time so we don’t have to spend much time hovering in strong currents and uncertain surroundings.

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We finish with the North Myrtle Beach ditch, then pass some inlets where we can see the Atlantic and confirm that we are better off in the ICW due to wave heights.  Towards noon, we round the point of Cape Fear, passing Southport Marina.  We stayed a few days there because of high winds last time we were in the area and today is shaping up to be similar though it is too early to stop and the marina is temporarily closed anyway.  When we were there last time, a retired Navy meteorologist did a weather briefing each night at the marina and helped educate boaters about the waterways between Cape Fear and Cape May.  It was worth the price of a slip just to listen to this guy volunteer his time and weather expertise to enlighten those of us who were new to the waters.

The wind is starting to pick up and we know we are in for a couple of days of weather as a cold front barrels down, dropping our next couple of days into the low 40’s.  We brought some cold weather clothes so as long as they don’t get soaking wet, we should be okay.

Today we have high winds gusting 24 kts but they should start to calm down by 6 tonight.  We opt to anchor in a secluded basin called Big Lollipop Bay rather than the Wrightsville Beach anchorages because they are exposed and busy with recreational boaters and the basin is bordered all around by large homes which may help to block the wind.  Looking at Windy, we are judging a marina will be a good call for at least tomorrow evening when we get to Swansboro.

We drop the hook and swing like a pendulum until the winds do in fact calm down.  Each house on the basin has a dock with one or two boat lifts and you can see the open sky over the beach that lies just beyond them.  We have the anchorage to ourselves except for the crab pots (yellow arrows) that always seem to dot the water where we want to spend the night.  With a working dinghy and under cover of night, we might be tempted to procure a feast for ourselves but for now we are using them as markers to make sure we are holding in the same place!



During the night the cold front has dropped the temperatures to where I feel bad for Jerry hosing the mud off the anchor as we leave Big Lollipop Bay and head for the Figure Eight bridge, which opens on the hour and half hour.

W4 Day 4 (2)We time it to hit the 7AM opening but it turns out that the tide is so low that we don’t even need the bridge to open.  We fight the current for about 2 hours until slack tide adds a mile and a half an hour to our progress and then the tide turns and we gain the speed we wanted to make today.

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We phone Camp LeJeune and while they are doing live firing today, none of it will impact the ICW, which reminds us of cruising up the Potomac and hearing the Navy directing a boat out of a restricted zone because they were testing Tomahawks down the river.  They were oh-so-politely telling him that he was an idiot and to look at the notations on his chart about restricted areas!  We pass by some of the targets they have used and continue through miles and miles of beach towns.

We by-pass Swansboro and end up in Moorehead City Yacht Basin because it is the lowest price for fuel that our research has turned up and we can tuck in here and wait out the bad weather that is coming if we decided to sit tight in the morning.


We help Sea Anna tie up right behind us.  She is a 60’ McKinna that is being delivered to Maine and I have watched her delivery captain’s posts on Facebook and so recognized him as soon as I saw his face!  We came out of Myrtle Beach with Sea Anna a few days ago.  Needless to say, they travel a lot faster than we do but we find out that they laid up in Southport to have oil changed and some other mechanical stuff attended to, which is how we got ahead of her.

Turns out, later when we are invited to tour Sea Anna that there are 3 delivery captains here tonight all trying to figure out whether it is prudent to try to move one more day before the bad weather socks us in somewhere or to just stay put.  We retire for the night and will deal with that in the morning when we see the conditions.


Happy Easter!  The morning is actually warmer than was forecast and it dawns clear and bright.  We deliberate over weather forecasts and decide that we can safely make the run to Oriental where we can re-provision before the bad weather comes in and then sit for a day to wait out the predicted storm.  The other captains have made similar decisions, though destinations vary owing to speed capabilities and so we help Sea Anna cast off and bid Karl (captain) and Rick (owner) fair winds.  They are going to Maine so we probably won’t see them again except on FaceBook.


We run 4 hours against the current (of course) to Blackwell Pointe Marina, a family owned place that is up Smith Creek and which looks like it will be nice and protected as well as being fairly close to town.  We pull in and after dealing with the power cord converters (this marina is really more for sailboaters than cruisers as it has 110 power only), we have power.  The sky is still blue and it is calm so we take a walk into town where most everything is closed due to C-19 and Easter.


It is small and quaint and looks like it would be fun at another time.

We re-provision and get ready to hunker down.  The wind is picking up as we return to the boat and the halyards are clanging against the masts that surround our trawler.

W4 Day 5 (11)Cruising through tannin stained water leaves a brown mark, especially where there is less wax and Easy Wind is starting to gain that traveling mustache that some boaters immediately remove as offensive and others wear as a badge of pride.  She doesn’t seem to mind it and we think she is happy to be off the lake and moving towards her new home.

Emergency horns blare from time to time and we hope they are merely testing them for possible use during the storm that is to come.  After sitting for a bit, we decide to stretch our legs again and go explore the graveyard we saw on the way to the grocery store.  Graveyards are interesting places to learn more about the history of a place or to just admire the way a community reveres its ancestry and we have explored them in almost every country we have visited, finding fascinating customs and traditions in the process.  Some of the graves here have been lovingly decorated with Easter flowers and others still bear brown and brittle Christmas wreaths, testimonies to how actively the decedents are remembered.

W4 Day 5 (14)We come across several graves of men, from the 1800’s, who were members of the Woodmen of the World, which of course I have to Google.  This is the short version of what I find out about the organization; When Joseph Cullen Root founded Woodmen of the World in 1882, he envisioned an organization dedicated to helping its fellow man. Its purpose was “to minister to the afflicted to relieve distress; to cast a sheltering arm about the defenseless living;… to encourage broad charitable views…”  Today, Woodmen is a non-profit organization, owned and governed by its members who do not simply share the fact that they have purchased insurance or annuities through the same organization. Woodmen is a fraternal benefit society, with members connected by their membership and also their desire to better their lives, their families’ lives and their communities.

W4 Day 5 (15)At one time in its history, WOW did offer grave monuments to families of deceased members. Sometimes these monuments have the motto Dum Tacet Clamat, which means “Though silent, he speaks, ” etched on the stone.  The monuments are all different but all bear some kind of tree or logs as part of the design…. Very interesting.

We return to the boat and suffer a VERY long night at the hands of the winds (gusts 47+ gale force) and waves and the fact that most of the sailboats surrounding us have not been attended to and the halyards are loose and slamming against their masts ALL NIGHT LONG (this one guy did come out and after trying to bungee his halyard away from the mast, found this creative solution to the problem and we were truly grateful to him!).

W4 Day 6 1 (1)Easy Wind is rearing like a racehorse waiting for the starting gate to open and the worst part of the storm is not projected to hit here until tomorrow


The morning is a change for us, in that we are not going to move today, which feels strange.  We are sitting with the wind howling as it shears the tops off the whitecaps and flings them into the air. We are able to watch the approach on our weather apps and I wonder how different life aboard must have been before all the modern ways we have of staying safe became available.

W4 Day 6 (0)Jerry lays out extra lines and reties the dinghy down and we are as ready as we can be.  Visibility closes down and the front moves onto us.  Rain slams against the wheelhouse and cascades down and around us.  Easy Wind seems watertight and we detect nothing leaking – always a good thing on a boat! We are saddened when we find out later that more than 32 people lost their lives in this storm, south of here.

We wait out the weather, monitoring its progress until the rain abates and hisses off into the Neuse River to the southwest of us.  A little after noon, the wind blows the skies clear and the sun emerges and together they team up to dry everything out.  By late afternoon we are able to get out and stretch our legs a bit and we go to the store for some odds and ends like D-batteries for our fans and some clothespins in case we can’t get to a laundromat (turned out I did some laundry in a 5 gallon bucket later that afternoon-NEVER be aboard a boat without a clean 5 gallon bucket – they have a multitude of life-saving uses for those with imaginations!).  We walk to and from the store via different roads,

W4 Day 6 1 (2)always interested in seeing something new and end the evening with a quiet dinner.  We will be ready to move in the morning!


The wind has died overnight but we know it will be picking back up again later.  In order not to lose any more time, we scan our weather apps and feel that it is safe to make a run if we get moving immediately.  We are up and underway as dawn is breaking and a half moon rides high above us.

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We descend the Neuse river and the wind does pick up but Easy Wind is fine in 2’s and 3’s especially if they are coming from her bow, which they are.  Our laundry from yesterday is pinned to a bungee first on the back deck and then on

W4 Day 7 (5)the flybridge but the humidity and the sun are battling to see how long it will be before the clothes are truly dry. This is where dri-fit materials beat cotton hands-down.

We turn up and into Bay river and then through Goose Creek and into Pamlico Sound which is quite rough (pictures NEVER capture this).  Again, we are bowing into the worst of it so it’s all good.

W4 Day 7 (9)Our goal is to make it through the Alligator-Pungo Canal to Alligator.  It will be a 92 mile run if conditions favor us all the way and right now the current is giving us a push but we’ll see how long that lasts.

100 miles, no cell or connection all of the LONG day but we made it!  Celebration happens when someone else cooks dinner for you!  Softshell Crab sandwich and sweet potato fries for me and a hamburger and onion rings for Jerry!

So far we have logged 208 hours and 1,787 miles underway and tomorrow we cross the Albemarle Sound IF we can get off the dock safely.  Temps are projected to drop as another cold front moves through bringing rain and a lot of wind.  We’ll see what happens tomorrow.


Relocating Easy Wind – Week 3



The call to be in a Melbourne marina overnight was a good one.  All afternoon the winds ramp up making our fenders groan in protest.  The night sees that poor Osprey family hanging on for dear life and the wind screams around the nest, flattening palm fronds back and away from their tree trunks. This would NOT have been a great night to be at anchor, even in a protected spot.  Preferring the fresh air, we have kept the boat open but have to close everything up when the rain starts around midnight.  This is a good thing, we comment to each other, the cold front is pushing through and we should be able to get back under way in the morning. An occasional drip hitting my leg indicates that the front hatch has a little leak. This is the first rain we have had, which is a miracle given the fact that we have been under way for 2 straight weeks.  There is no accumulation of water so we know that this is nothing major and we will deal with it when we have a chance to see if it is easily remediable.

In the morning, freshly showered, we listen to weather, look at Windy and make the decision to go ahead and get under way as there is nothing to be gained by hanging around.  The wind is steady at 20 kts, gusting to 25 and there are small craft advisories, but the forecast shows things calming down in the later afternoon.

The wind is pushing us hard away from the dock and getting off unscathed would have been much more difficult had Matt, the dock master, not helped us.  In a few minutes, we are free and headed back out to the ICW.  Turning north, the ICW is white capped and choppy but wind and waves are coming straight at our bow which makes the going a little bumpy but not terrible!

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The cruise today is unremarkable.  The NASA assembly building reminds me of cruising by Marco Island.  The building seems like a hulking shadow that follows our every move.   We can see it approaching from miles away and it is still visible hours later off our stern.  We took a tour there from the Kennedy Space Center when we were on the Loop and it was really interesting how much of what used to be all government activity has now been privatized with many of the launch pads being used by Spacex and Blue Horizon.  Today, there seems to be no activity at all.

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We pass through Haul-Over Canal, which is at the north end of the Merritt Island Wildlife Refuge.  We have come here several times by car to kayak with our kids and then once again with our exchange student from France, Heloise.  We noticed last night that there was bioluminescent life in the water as we were filling up a gallon jug with sea water.  Years ago, when we kayaked here, it was amazing to watch the little pearls of light that would fall between your fingers and run down your arm when you scooped up a handful of water.  The fish scooting under the boats made little torpedoes of light as they darted past.  It is a magical experience that I highly recommend if you haven’t done this.

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Today, we pass through the canal against an amazing current, opening the bridge and passing into Mosquito Lagoon.  We had tagged this as a possible stopping point for the day but the wind makes this a no-go and we are here earlier than we expected.  I remember passing here on our Loop and being uncomfortable because the channel is so narrow and so close to the small beaches that border it on the west side.  Today it is more uncomfortable because we are cruising right into the teeth of the wind.  We are seeing sustained winds of about 23 mpg gusting to 30+ which is enough to shave the tops off the 2-3 foot waves and throw water right onto our windscreen.

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Fortunately, our wipers work but I am too short to see through the cleared portion.  I remedied this when we were home in Tarpon by bringing a step stool with us.  We had several extras from three kids who brushed their teeth in different places . Somehow all three step stools ended up on our boat and while we do use one to protect the electrical cord connection, we certainly do not need to keep three of them.  So one has been donated to Easy Wind (This photo was taken last week when we were warm!) and it makes it much easier for me to see over the spray rail when it’s nice out and through the wiped glass when it isn’t.

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Obviously, we aren’t going to anchor here in Mosquito Lagoon because of the exposed conditions and we continue to New Smyrna to anchor in the Callalisa anchorage, where we anchored one other time.  We like it because the anchor comes up clean and it is sheltered from the North wind.  We are amused by a pair of pelicans who might give Olympic synchronized divers a run for their money.  They fly wing-tip-to-wing-tip, wheel and then fold their wings back to arrow into the water side-by-side, coming up with snacks and a smile. Over and over they perform this feat and we wonder how many fish it takes to make a pelican feel full.

We stay up late (11pm) to make sure our anchor holds when the tide changes.  We are closer to the other boats around us than we like to be but the current is strong enough to mitigate the effects of the wind and thankfully we all swing in unison.  The cold front has come through and we are grateful for the quilt that we are using for the first time on the trip.


The morning dawns chilly and bright.  Small craft advisories remain in effect and it doesn’t look like we will be able to go outside up the Georgia and South Carolina coasts like we had hoped because the waves in the Atlantic are predicted to be 6-8 feet.  Our vessel handled 3 footers like a champ but we do not want to test her in anything too much larger than that.

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With a pair of dolphins riding along with us, we cruise through New Smyrna and Daytona, under the bridges that I used to drive over to visit my aunt and uncle and I miss them both.  The last time we were through here, they were working on replacing the small draw bridges with skyscraper bridges and now it looks as if the work is almost finished.  They are putting the finishing touches on the Halifax Harbor Bridge and it is as pretty as the other bridges throughout this area.  Only the Main Street bridge remains low enough for us to have to request an opening.

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The area north of Ormond Beach is kind of cool because the channel narrows down and the houses are right on the edge of the water.  They vary from old-time cracker shacks to monstrosities of opulence and everything in between.  There are lots of boats heading north and we are all fighting against a strong current as we make our way northward.  We wanted to rendez-vous with Loop friends Bill and Bobbie but we hit Palm Coast too early to stop.  So we plan to do a Looper reunion with them and Bob and Nancy when the C-19 business is over.  Palm Coast has absolutely exploded since we were here last and I would love to have a chance to explore it.  I will have to be content just observing the growth from the ICW  this time around and we are accompanied by a kayaker who travels with us for about a half hour.  He is pacing us at 9.5 mph but is also getting a strong assist from our wake.  Not to be discounted though, he still has to get himself home when he drops off from us.

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We run along the barrier of Matanzas Pass and we can see the Atlantic just past the houses on our east side.  Coming into St. Augustine reminds us of being here a couple of years ago, just in time to be part of the  Blessing of the Fleet, which happens at the end of March.  It is much quieter now.  A mandatory stay-at-home order goes into effect from the governor of Florida at midnight tonight, we are praying that we can be in Jacksonville and then out of the state tomorrow or the next day without being detained.  They are erecting roadblocks on all of the major highways into Florida now and many other states are also locking down so that no one can get in or out of their borders.  This is becoming a little surreal.  Our return to Florida could be very interesting but you know we have tried to live by the mantra of, “when life gives you choices, choose the one that will result in a better anecdote.”  Gotta say that when we recount how we weathered the Great Quarantine of 2020, we will remember being blockade runners just trying to get this boat as far north and close to her new owners as we possibly can!

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We pull into the mooring field in St. Augustine, on the south side of the bridge rather than the north side where we were last time.  I navigate us into the field and onto our mooring ball where Jerry grabs it and secures us like we have done this a million and one times.  We really like mooring balls, they are secure, inexpensive and you get to turn 360’s with the tidal change, seeing all your neighbors from every angle without worrying about whether the anchor will pull or not.  The air is cool and the sun is warm and the late afternoon is calm and quite.  We enjoy a healthy dinner and afterwards Jerry checks critical fluids,

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which are all good and tries to figure out how to deal with our freshwater pump which is losing pressure and making showering and doing dishes problematic.

If we had a bike pump we might be able to re-pressurize it but we don’t have a pump on board so maybe we will have to go into a marina in Jacksonville to try to deal with it.  We wanted to get out of Florida before we went into another marina but this may necessitate an earlier stop, we’ll make the call tomorrow.  We retire early, hearing the sound of the bridge bells signaling another opening in the dusk and on put an end to our day.


Jerry calls the Bridge of Lions the next morning and we find that we have 8 minutes to get out of the mooring field and underway to make the 7AM opening.  Not a problem, we have this boat down to a science now and she is started, warmed up and we slip the line to the mooring ball so that we are in the channel and ready when the bridge lifts.

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It is a cool, clear morning and we make good progress northward.  The waterway between Ponte Vedra and Jacksonville is one of my favorites. The area is called Palm Valley and it is gorgeous!  The houses are close to the water and it is clear that this community LOVES to be outdoors.

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Their pool areas and boathouse areas are given prominence whether they are glistening new multi-mullion dollar estates or little cracker shacks that are just barely hanging on to be able to pay their property taxes.

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There are full kitchen areas as well as living and dining areas in or on top of many of the boat houses and the fishing must be far offshore because many of these boats have 3 or 4, 350 hp engines hanging off the sterns!  And many of them have more than one boat!  Wow!

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We ooh and ah over each property that has cooler features than the last and eventually the waterway opens onto the Jacksonville inlet and a busy industrial area.

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It is not as pretty and smells like some companies have risen to America’s increased need for paper products because the pulp mills are in full production mode as we pass.

We snake up a narrow and shallow waterway through salt marshes and marvel at what’s been missing for the last couple of weeks.  There are NO airplanes anywhere!  We have seen a few small, private jets but there are no contrails, no engine whine and no evidence of commercial airplanes at all. It is weird, especially as we came through the south Florida areas, where the deep blue sky is usually a crosshatched pattern of puffy, white jet trails.  More evidence of how C-19 is drastically affecting how people have embarked on their new “normal.”

Day 3 (19)We pass Fernandina Beach and Amelia Island and round the corner to see Fort Clinch State Park, the site of a long ago death-march hike for our young Boy Scouts.  It was really only a 10 mile hike but in the sugar sand off of Ft. Clinch the guys felt like it took forever!  Rounding the bend, we are now in Georgia!!!

Cumberland Island comes into view and in a way I am glad this National Seashore park is closed.  Delivering a boat is different than Looping because you need to be mindful of someone else’s time frame and pocketbook.  When we were here last, we spent 3 days anchored in the area just off the ferry dock, hiking the island and exploring where JFK Jr. used to hide from the press and where he got married.  We wandered the island and beach areas, catching sight of many of the wild horses that call the island home and even got to the far north and south parts of the island to see some of the homes and grounds that belonged to the Carnegie family members, back in the gilded age.

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There are lots of other boats here but no tourist ferries are running now and huge signs have been erected on all the beach areas, declaring the part closed.  That’s okay, we have had a long day and are content to sit on the back porch of Easy Wind.  With jackets on and beach towels over our legs, we watch the sailboats that went under the bridge with us this morning, finally make their way into the anchorage and drop their hooks.



We swing on the hook all night and the wind dies down.  We can hear the current gurgling against the hull and the boat moves back and forth as the tide ebbs and flows.  We wave good bye to Cumberland Island as the sun is rising and turn into the channel.

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Here we bypass the Kings Bay Naval Base, where we toured a nuclear sub back in our Boy Scout days.  There are sub hangars and destroyers in for repair and/or reburbishment and it is an interesting sight.

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We make the turn northward as a security boat comes nosing out towards us.  I guess we got a little closer than he liked but as soon as it becomes clear that we are headed north, he backs off.

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We have timed the tide perfectly and rather than chugging along at 9 mph, we’re fairly skipping across the water at over 13 mph.  Of course, as soon as we round the north end of Cumberland Island into St. Andrew’s Sound the tide works against us and knocks us down to 6 ½.

Day 4 (8)We remember this journey well.  Georgia and South Carolina are a lot of grassland-lined waterways with not a lot to see.  They twist and turn like intertwined snakes and if we could go outside for this part, we surely would.

In passing Jekyll Island we notice that the ferries that normally bristle with tourists lie solitary and dejected, bobbing beside the docks today.

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We round Jekyll Island into St. Simon’s Sound and are amazed to see a 656’ cargo ship lying flat on its side, surrounded by all kinds of other platforms, barges, cranes and boats.  Apparently the Golden Ray overturned in September of last year with 4200 brand new cars aboard.

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All crew members were rescued, the cause is as yet unknown and the Coast Guard is overseeing an operation that will slice the boat like a loaf of bread into 8 pieces that will be loaded onto barges for removal.  In addition to that, all 4200 cars need to be salvaged as well.  Sounds like this could take a while!

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While it is a beautiful day and I am happy to be where I am with whom I am, this is my least favorite part of the trip.  It is narrow and shallow and there really isn’t a lot to see.  Sometimes the channel has moved a bit from where the chart says it should be and you have to rely on the crab pots and dolphins to show you where the deepest water is.  It is a leap of faith sometimes, especially at low tide.  We finally make the turn into Sapelo Sound, the Atlantic is right here and we are glad we didn’t go outside.  It looks as if the waves are a bit smaller than forecasted but even here in the inlet Easy Wind is protesting the rough treatment.

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We turn northward and into the ICW and immediately take a left into the Wahoo River, where we thankfully drop the hook and prepare to spend the evening before making the trek to Savannah tomorrow where hopefully a mechanic will try to sort out some of the issues facing us on Monday. Wahoo River is a secure and quiet anchorage and we are amused at the pelicans doing their pelican stunts and a pod of 8 or 9 dolphins comes by to say good night on their way out to dinner. Long day, but good day.


A gorgeous sunrise gives way to a gloomy day and we make our way out of Wahoo River (great anchorage) and back into the ICW.

Day 5 (3)Again, a lot of nothing to look at and the gray day makes it even less interesting.  I get some work done and Jerry pilots through the first few hours.  We stretched a bit yesterday in order to make today a bit shorter mileage.  The last time we cruised to Savannah reminds us that once you turn into the Burnside River, it is slow going because of all the houses with big boats that line the coast and demand no-wake speeds.

Day 5 (8)We have timed our cruise well in that we arrive at Hell Gate about 2 hours after high tide in Savannah.  The last time we came through here, we made much better time than we thought we would, arriving at almost low tide.  We might have been able to pass through but there was a shrimper hard aground in the middle of about a five foot wide channel and all the cans were lying on their sides, yards up on dry beach.  We ended up having to back out into the basin ahead of Hell Gate and wait until the shrimper re-floated.  By that time there were a few other trawlers and cabin cruisers with us.  We all compared notes on draft and it turned out that we had the shallowest so when the Shrimper backed out, we puckered up and lead the flotilla through, calling depth 4-5’ depth soundings as we went.  It is not an experience we ever want to repeat.

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Today is completely different.  We have timed it much better, taking the low tide issues here very seriously.  We pass through and Hell Gate has a good 15 feet of water and is yards and yards wide.  The cans are floating jauntily far from the shores and we breeze through without a care.  YAY!

The bank swallows dart and dive all around us as we make our slow and windy way up the Burnside River, past old antebellum style and very modern homes, all of which are HUGE!

0406200905_HDRWe dock at Thunderbolt Marina by late lunchtime under billowy, gray skies, refuel, pump out and lay up at the end of the fuel dock.  The day is trying unsuccessfully to brighten up and we walk into town to re-provision.  Savannah is so pretty with its ancient oaks, dripping in Spanish Moss and the 6 mile round trip walk is welcome to two people who are accustomed to moving every day and who haven’t for quite a few days in a row.


We have moved from Melbourne and an 18” tide to Savannah, the land of the 8 foot tide and it is amazing how the marina changes the way it looks every few hours.


There are some monster boats in here flying the Union Jack and they either tower over the fixed area of the marina or are at eye-level, depending on the tides.

Day 5 (11)I’d love to see one of these guys get out of the marina, it is that tight!



Today is a waiting day.  The marine outfit at Thunderbolt is now shut down, yesterday they had all of the department heads working but Lars has found someone who will come out to the boat to work on it in after lunch.  We do laundry for the first time since leaving Tarpon Springs- those rolls of quarters sure come in handy!

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Then we catch up on some work and enjoy a nice walk before returning to the boat.

We meet the folks on the boat next to ours Erin and Chris on Barefeet who, despite a stern that reads Marina Del Rey, CA. are actually from Boston and are on a slow return there.  We garner local knowledge about the Cape Cod canal.  It seems as if there is a possibility that we may be taking this boat to her new home as traveling is tough for her owners with the C-19 mess going on.  We have done most of this journey before but we didn’t get past Mystic CT and so that canal is an unknown.  It is good to have talked with people who have traversed it numerous times and we now know what to beware of what ideal conditions look like.  So if we need to do it, we are ready!  Time will tell.

We are sitting on the back deck and we hear and then see the first plane to fly over in a long while.  It is BIG and military and it is odd that this is the only flying machine we have seen in days.

It’s now 2:30 and the mechanic, who was supposed to be here after lunch, has not shown up.  We decide that we are going to go ahead and see if we can fix what we can so we can get moving again.  Jerry takes apart the water filtration system as Carol indicated that the prior owner didn’t even have a filter and that this one is newly installed.  Once the cartridge is pulled out, it is clear that this was the problem as it is gunked up with yucky stuff.  Sure enough, Jerry reassembles the whole thing, we flip the switch on the panel, open a tap and low and behold, we have running water WITH pressure!


Next to be tackled are the bow thrusters.  We pull up the mattress in the bow and underneath is a midget-sized compartment where the bow thruster lives.  Jerry contorts himself into it and with me holding the light, he manages to remove all the anchoring screws without losing one to the bilge, which can be a feat sometimes!


Once the motor is removed, it is apparent that the shear pin (a sacrificial pin that is supposed to shear and break the connection between the motor and the thruster so that the motor isn’t compromised) has lived up to its name and broken into three pieces.  Jerry removes the broken pieces and replaces it with the spare that was taped to the top of the motor.  We are thankfully for someone’s foresightedness!


When we hit the switch, we have working thrusters again!  All this sounds easy and quick.  While not terribly complicated, it is as we have said on many occasions, “Everything on your boat is broken yet, you just don’t know it yet and you can fix all of it if you are able to do it upside down, backwards, left-handed and blind!”

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We are pleased with the day and celebrate with a pizza for dinner before turning in.


The sun is not quite breaking the horizon when we depart Thunderbolt Marine.  We have enough ambient light to see markers and so are comfortable getting under way.  As we pass through the docks, the sky starts to bleed magenta onto indigo clouds behind some shrimpers who are just getting ready to go to work.

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The bridge north of Savannah opens on the hour, which is 45 minutes away. UGH!  We are at high tide and we chat with the bridge tender, who indicates he has a minimum of 24 feet clearance.  They are not supposed to give this information out so we come up and take a peek at the clearance boards before making an irreversible commitment.  The tide is against us which helps us hover until we confirm that we should be able to skinny under with room to spare.

We drive from the upper helm station and steering into the current, we make it under with about 2 feet to spare.  Even when you know you should clear a bridge, it is harrowing experience until you are directly under the span looking up with room above your highest point.

We weave our way through the bulrush-edged waterway to the flooded Savannah River and cross it to the other side of the ICW.  There are so many inlets near here that we take turns gaining and losing speed, with the changing current flow.  The swallows snack on the ubiquitous no see-ums and pelicans crash into the water to swallow their wriggling breakfasts.  The sun is up now, its light diffused behind a soft wash of pink and blue clouds.  It spills liquid silver all over the surface of the water and the peace wraps around us like the softest of blankets.

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At home, we are always awake for sunrise and sunset but often neglect to be really aware of them, bounded by a roof and walls as we usually are.  On the water, there is never a time when we take them for granted and it is amazing how, though they may be similar, no two are exactly alike!

The day starts with a tide combined with flooding rivers that dwarf the day markers (one is actually almost completely buried)

Day 7 (10) and the crabpot floats are now a hazardous minefield of semi-submerged or popping to the surface spheres that look to ensnare the unwary.   We avoid all hazards and eventually the day becomes an ebb and flow of speeding up and slowing down as we snake our way through the creeks and rivers that make up the ICW in South Carolina.

With a full moon and low tide, some of the cuts are challenging but none that demand more of Easy Wind than she is willing to give.  By 4 we have finally had enough and we find the Laurel Hill anchorage, just off the ICW in the Ashepo River.  It is not as secluded or as protected from the wind as we would like but we feel it will definitely do as we pick our way between crab pots and drop the hook, not too far from our neighbors’ 200 yard dock, complete with a fake coyote on it.

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You can’t make up some of the stuff you see while on a voyage like this one.

We sit out back, watching the current rip past us, texting with friends from home who in their isolation are bored enough to entertain us for a while.  We laugh and feel close to home and are truly blessed to call these people friends.  A pair of fighter jets from the Charleston Air force Base claw their way into the sky above us and go roaring off for parts unknown.

We wait and watch until the tide changes to make sure that our anchor re-sets well.  All is well and we are ready to put another week of this journey to bed.  Thanks for being along with us!









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