The sun is rising over the silent silos of Cape Kennedy or Canaveral for those of us who have been around for awhile....,we spent the night anchored in the reflection of the strobes that announce the grand structures that once supported our space program. I am reminded that two years ago we stopped in Titusville hoping to catch the last flight of Endeavour, unfortunately that liftoff was cancelled. due to mechanical problems. That was the flight that Mark Kelly was on which reminds me that if you have not read his book, "Gabby" about his wife Gabrielle Giffords, it's a worthwhile read from many prospectives.
During our short overnight stay in Beaufort, SC (pronounced bufort) we (I have to specify that as there is a Beaufort NC(pronounced bowfort, named after the same General) managed a successful score of "Gullah Luv " whose ingredients are listed as Garlic, Oregano, Peppers, Spices, ' n uddan t'ings. "Gullah Hot" is similar with Cayenne as second ingredient! Made by Ultimate Gullah in Conway SC, I find that "Gullah Luv" has become one of my favorite spices, of course the local clerk at the register had never tried the spice. On the way back from our walk into town we walked down the dock to "look at" a trawler... a 53'Selene..."Kraak." We were invited on board, lovely folks from Holland, Jan and Gert Klazinga who spend 6 months of every year cruising in the US on their boat, many glasses of wine later, we stumbled back to town for dinner (oysters and Gumbo); my plans to "prepare" for our ocean passage on hold.
From Beaufort, the morning brought us through Port Royal Sound ( while I made oatmeal, applesauce, meatloaf, stuffed peppers) into the Atlantic Ocean for a glorious, peaceful 24 hour passage outside to St Augustine Inlet where we reentered to the ICW.
There is nothing like the "feel" of the motion of the ocean, although the wind was calm, there was a two to three foot swell that gave the boat a constant motion/movement that was somehow soothing, womb-like, except you had to hold on:) Seemingly endless pods of bottlenose dolphins entertained us as we journeyed south, we came upon a couple of huge napping turtles, such a wonderful sight. The sun set with a magenta palate over the calm sea and we rolled into an evening passage that brought us across multiple shipping channels, but thanks to AIS (Automated Identification System) and the billion lights that the behemoth ships sport, finding the ships was not a problem. While at watch at night those big, big guys are not the ships I worry about, it's the little sail boats that in such calm seas might not show on our radar. Not all sailors are smart enough to take advantage of those nifty radar reflector thingies....I know.... I sailed with those guys......well... at any rate.... obviously we had an "uneventful" overnight passage....if you can call the brilliant waning moon rising over the horizon with the rays of light shimmering off the black glassy surface of the sea that is already shimmering with dancing star reflections "uneventful!" I was spiritually beautiful, something that only a higher power could create.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Departing Charleston:(
Departing Charleston is always a challenge for us, departing in pea soup fog is an additional challenge. I think that Kurt would agree that Charleston is our favorite ICW city with its meandering rivers, picturesque salt marshes, miles of pristine beaches; a city of southern charm and the deliciousness of low country cooking, there is nothing not to like about Charleston. That being said, we have not been in Charleston in August when it is hot and humid!!
During this stay we had access to our beloved Caddy so got to tour the local ocean beaches of Isle of Palms, Sullivan's Island and Folly Beach where we collected more shells to decorate our little Christmas tree. We enjoyed a drive through the James Island County Park Holiday Festival of Lights with three miles and 2 million lights arranged in displays of every conceivable design from the Statue of Liberty to a replica of the Ravenel Bridge. We enjoyed the drive through so much that we drove through it a second time, the only thing missing was our children and grandchildren to share it with. It reminded me of all those trips with family and friends to similar light shows at Jones Beach.....for Kurt, this was a first....how nice was that!
An evening was spent at the historic Circular Congregational Church listening to "the Sounds of Charleston;" jazz, gospel, Gershwin and Mozart (the later expertly rendered on a baby grand piano by a local 17 year old prodigy.) The three classical pieces so expertly played by the pianist, reminded Kurt of the musicians of his Father's era who weekly gathered around the Steinway in living room in the Patchogue home that brought music and happy memories to his home when he was a child.
A highlight for me on was my ability to share a surprise 80th birthday with my dear friend Rich, who I have been friends with for 45 years, our kids grew up together. Kurt and I drove to Mooresville, NC where the event was hosted at his son Ward's house and although we trickled in at various times, each of us was a surprise.....Happy Birthday Rich! We love you, may you enjoy many more birthdays.
Staying at City Marina in Charleston is always amusing; if you think that you have a lovely boat, an expensive boat, a large boat, think again......there is always another one that is BIGGER....today the contenders were Timoneer , a 147' ketch with a 31' beam and a mast so tall that it needs to sport a red warning light on top for airplanes! As lovely as Timoneer is, she is clearly out classed by diminutive ( 126'loa, 84'lawl) Hanuman, a J Class yacht, a replica of Endeavour II, a sleek racing machine designed in 1937 to regain the America's Cup after it had been won by schooner "American" in 1851; the first time that an American racing yacht was allowed to sail in what was to become the oldest sporting event in the world, the annual race around the Isle of Wight, hosted by Royal Yacht Squadron and called the '100 Guinea Cup'. In 1937 the Endeavour II was not successful in her bid against the American racing yacht Ranger; the American's Cup, as it was renamed in 1857 by the New York City Yacht Club, was to remain in the hands of an American yacht and crew, until 1983 when for the first time we lost the cup after132 years and 26 challenges!
During this stay we had access to our beloved Caddy so got to tour the local ocean beaches of Isle of Palms, Sullivan's Island and Folly Beach where we collected more shells to decorate our little Christmas tree. We enjoyed a drive through the James Island County Park Holiday Festival of Lights with three miles and 2 million lights arranged in displays of every conceivable design from the Statue of Liberty to a replica of the Ravenel Bridge. We enjoyed the drive through so much that we drove through it a second time, the only thing missing was our children and grandchildren to share it with. It reminded me of all those trips with family and friends to similar light shows at Jones Beach.....for Kurt, this was a first....how nice was that!
An evening was spent at the historic Circular Congregational Church listening to "the Sounds of Charleston;" jazz, gospel, Gershwin and Mozart (the later expertly rendered on a baby grand piano by a local 17 year old prodigy.) The three classical pieces so expertly played by the pianist, reminded Kurt of the musicians of his Father's era who weekly gathered around the Steinway in living room in the Patchogue home that brought music and happy memories to his home when he was a child.
A highlight for me on was my ability to share a surprise 80th birthday with my dear friend Rich, who I have been friends with for 45 years, our kids grew up together. Kurt and I drove to Mooresville, NC where the event was hosted at his son Ward's house and although we trickled in at various times, each of us was a surprise.....Happy Birthday Rich! We love you, may you enjoy many more birthdays.
Staying at City Marina in Charleston is always amusing; if you think that you have a lovely boat, an expensive boat, a large boat, think again......there is always another one that is BIGGER....today the contenders were Timoneer , a 147' ketch with a 31' beam and a mast so tall that it needs to sport a red warning light on top for airplanes! As lovely as Timoneer is, she is clearly out classed by diminutive ( 126'loa, 84'lawl) Hanuman, a J Class yacht, a replica of Endeavour II, a sleek racing machine designed in 1937 to regain the America's Cup after it had been won by schooner "American" in 1851; the first time that an American racing yacht was allowed to sail in what was to become the oldest sporting event in the world, the annual race around the Isle of Wight, hosted by Royal Yacht Squadron and called the '100 Guinea Cup'. In 1937 the Endeavour II was not successful in her bid against the American racing yacht Ranger; the American's Cup, as it was renamed in 1857 by the New York City Yacht Club, was to remain in the hands of an American yacht and crew, until 1983 when for the first time we lost the cup after132 years and 26 challenges!
Monday, November 26, 2012
Sunny Sunday
Sunday morning brings sunshine, spidery tendrils of frost glistened on the decks and long shadows on shore as we continue along the southern end of the NC ICW. It's so chilly even the diving birds are in foregoing breakfast and are hunkered down, shoulders up, in tight groups on shore facing into the wind, waiting for thermal warming to make the prospect of diving for breakfast more appealing. On the near shore a herd of white tail deer graze on the beach grass across from Mc Mansions standing shoulder to shoulder glazed in beachy pastels of peach, aqua and yellow.
Early afternoon finds us having quietly slipped into South Carolina and me enjoying an endless array of blue herons, Great white Egrets and one stately Bald Eagle perched on a long finger dock stretching out into the ICW, I never tire seeing the magnificence of these intrepid hunters. Thanks to a waxing moon, a banner low tide provides the feathered critters with fertile feeding ground and me with wonderful "eye candy" watching all antics antics as they jockey for the ideal fishing positions (not unlike their human counterparts). Unfortunately the low tide also provides a few navigational challenges and today was my turn at that helm for navigating through the dreaded "Rock Piles." Ironically several miles prior to the rock piles I suffered a momentary disorientation regarding half a dozen red channel markers, a very confusing confluence of tributaries with nasty current and brought us into 6 feet of water (we draw 5.5 feet) so I was sufficiently shaken up to think the dreaded Rock Piles not worthy of my care...as long as I dedicated my full attention to staying between the red and the green channel markers and didn't have my attention wander to Christmas shopping or bird watching, there was no issue with the narrow channel where all those ugly, nasty, jagged rocks stuck up out of the water close enough on either side of the boat to throw a rock at; and who needed those nasty big signs to warn you of DANGER stay in the channel, that are positioned outside the channel, do you think so???? I really needed to ferret out the DANGER signs amidst the red and green channel markers......thank you....I think not....but we made it safely....
At evening we anchorage in the beautiful Cypress River section off the Waccamaw River, a magnificent 140 mile long river that heads through NC and SC, bordered by Spanish moss draped cypress, live oaks and the remnants of rice fields from plantation days. Our anchorage was completely surrounded by cypress trees shrouded in moss, a slight current kept us pointing so the nearly full moon graced our dining table.
Monday morning dawned to a cloudless sky with a creek haze lazily drifting, dancing across the long sun's rays peeking over the tree tops. After just entering the main channel of the Waccamaw we were treated to the tree top splendor of an osprey warming herself and further along a golden eagle, perched in the highest branch of the tallest tree, resplendent with the sunlight reflecting off her breast as if lit from within.....a glorious sight......
Early afternoon finds us having quietly slipped into South Carolina and me enjoying an endless array of blue herons, Great white Egrets and one stately Bald Eagle perched on a long finger dock stretching out into the ICW, I never tire seeing the magnificence of these intrepid hunters. Thanks to a waxing moon, a banner low tide provides the feathered critters with fertile feeding ground and me with wonderful "eye candy" watching all antics antics as they jockey for the ideal fishing positions (not unlike their human counterparts). Unfortunately the low tide also provides a few navigational challenges and today was my turn at that helm for navigating through the dreaded "Rock Piles." Ironically several miles prior to the rock piles I suffered a momentary disorientation regarding half a dozen red channel markers, a very confusing confluence of tributaries with nasty current and brought us into 6 feet of water (we draw 5.5 feet) so I was sufficiently shaken up to think the dreaded Rock Piles not worthy of my care...as long as I dedicated my full attention to staying between the red and the green channel markers and didn't have my attention wander to Christmas shopping or bird watching, there was no issue with the narrow channel where all those ugly, nasty, jagged rocks stuck up out of the water close enough on either side of the boat to throw a rock at; and who needed those nasty big signs to warn you of DANGER stay in the channel, that are positioned outside the channel, do you think so???? I really needed to ferret out the DANGER signs amidst the red and green channel markers......thank you....I think not....but we made it safely....
At evening we anchorage in the beautiful Cypress River section off the Waccamaw River, a magnificent 140 mile long river that heads through NC and SC, bordered by Spanish moss draped cypress, live oaks and the remnants of rice fields from plantation days. Our anchorage was completely surrounded by cypress trees shrouded in moss, a slight current kept us pointing so the nearly full moon graced our dining table.
Monday morning dawned to a cloudless sky with a creek haze lazily drifting, dancing across the long sun's rays peeking over the tree tops. After just entering the main channel of the Waccamaw we were treated to the tree top splendor of an osprey warming herself and further along a golden eagle, perched in the highest branch of the tallest tree, resplendent with the sunlight reflecting off her breast as if lit from within.....a glorious sight......
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Exciting Day
Awoke to the gentle movement of the the boat which meant that we were float, this is a good thing, but not necessarily something to be taken for granted......
Yesterday started with taking on of 608 gals. of diesel fuel which gives us a slight port list, has always given us a slight port list, not usually a problem.
The weather Goddess had bestowed upon the collective us a beauty, warm, sunny perfect day for the dozens of fishermen hoping to catch a trout (weakfish), we were enjoying the sun dancing of the marsh grasses glistening golden, as flocks of terns and pelicans dove for lunch. Our peaceful quietude was rudely shattered by the shrill of the high water alarm. If you have ever heard the sound of a school fire alarm, you know the decibel range of the high water and the high temp alarm on our boat, it is LOUD. Now let me point out that until very recently these alarms were located in the engine room where only the engine room fairies could hear them so they were relatively useless. After our second near disaster with an engine overheating due to a failed impeller, our collective intelligence decided to relocate the alarms to a place where we could hear them and hear the alarm we did. I have no doubt that the folks in their homes on shore enjoying a post-Thanksgiving Day turkey sandwich also heard our alarm. The alarm sounded, we looked at each other, not processing which alarm was going off, a quick look at the temp gauges eliminated an overheat situation, so that left the uncomfortable reality of high water in the bilge! A first for us. Hmmmm, now neither of us is prone to panic and each is analytical, experienced boaters, I got to run the boat while Kurt got to figure out what the problem was, a combination of factors: empty 220 gal water tank in bow, very full fuel tanks (4 ), the inflatable is now suspended off the transom with the outboard to port; with the result that the discharge fitting for one of the bilge pumps was thus under water on the listing port side and therefore back-filling into the bilge and the other bilge pumps were not able to keep up with the task of pumping the water out! I am reminded of one of the many books that I have read about Coast Guard rescues of men from fishing boats that are sinking in challenging sea conditions because they have been structurally modified and overloaded. How easily and quickly a peaceful day can become a challenging one, I am very thankful for our obnoxious alarm and that we didn't have to rely on the engine room fairies to alert us to the danger and grateful to my clever husband for quickly figuring out what the problem was and fixing it:)
On a positive note, we missed a bridge that opens on the hour, so by the time we waited for the next opening,we ended up in Harbor Village Marina, a lovely deep water place, where a pair of Kingfishers were oblivious to our presence and busy with their aerial acrobatics and incessant chatter as they prepared for nightfall against a magnificent magenta sunset. All's well that ends well.
Yesterday started with taking on of 608 gals. of diesel fuel which gives us a slight port list, has always given us a slight port list, not usually a problem.
The weather Goddess had bestowed upon the collective us a beauty, warm, sunny perfect day for the dozens of fishermen hoping to catch a trout (weakfish), we were enjoying the sun dancing of the marsh grasses glistening golden, as flocks of terns and pelicans dove for lunch. Our peaceful quietude was rudely shattered by the shrill of the high water alarm. If you have ever heard the sound of a school fire alarm, you know the decibel range of the high water and the high temp alarm on our boat, it is LOUD. Now let me point out that until very recently these alarms were located in the engine room where only the engine room fairies could hear them so they were relatively useless. After our second near disaster with an engine overheating due to a failed impeller, our collective intelligence decided to relocate the alarms to a place where we could hear them and hear the alarm we did. I have no doubt that the folks in their homes on shore enjoying a post-Thanksgiving Day turkey sandwich also heard our alarm. The alarm sounded, we looked at each other, not processing which alarm was going off, a quick look at the temp gauges eliminated an overheat situation, so that left the uncomfortable reality of high water in the bilge! A first for us. Hmmmm, now neither of us is prone to panic and each is analytical, experienced boaters, I got to run the boat while Kurt got to figure out what the problem was, a combination of factors: empty 220 gal water tank in bow, very full fuel tanks (4 ), the inflatable is now suspended off the transom with the outboard to port; with the result that the discharge fitting for one of the bilge pumps was thus under water on the listing port side and therefore back-filling into the bilge and the other bilge pumps were not able to keep up with the task of pumping the water out! I am reminded of one of the many books that I have read about Coast Guard rescues of men from fishing boats that are sinking in challenging sea conditions because they have been structurally modified and overloaded. How easily and quickly a peaceful day can become a challenging one, I am very thankful for our obnoxious alarm and that we didn't have to rely on the engine room fairies to alert us to the danger and grateful to my clever husband for quickly figuring out what the problem was and fixing it:)
On a positive note, we missed a bridge that opens on the hour, so by the time we waited for the next opening,we ended up in Harbor Village Marina, a lovely deep water place, where a pair of Kingfishers were oblivious to our presence and busy with their aerial acrobatics and incessant chatter as they prepared for nightfall against a magnificent magenta sunset. All's well that ends well.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Fall 2012
After a blog-less stint of many months it seems time to reboot and record some of the events of the errant time that has slipped by so quickly.....a fabulous wedding for Robyn and Gerry: a son leaves home, a daughter-in-law and her family join our family.
Cruising plans swiftly shift from the Great Loop to more local exploration of the Hudson RIver, Erie Canal system to Utica, Champlain Canal system and Lake Champlain to Burlington. The cruising was grand, the rivers and lakes beautiful, experiences with going through the 50 or so locks amusing. We had access to a car much or the time so we toured the majesty of the Adirondack's, stood on the Olympic ski jump at Lake Placid, and visited Old Quebec City, Overall it was a lovely summer and fall spent in the splendor of our our back yard.
Happy Thanksgiving!
It's finally almost sunny after seven consecutive days, since leaving Annapolis, MD, of cloudy, cold, very windy (25-40k) weather. It's 0800 and we are lumping (it's still very windy) down the Neuse River in NC (the widest River in the US) after spending a delightful couple of days in New Bern; the second oldest town in NC, formerly an Indian town named Chattoka, that served as the capital of the North Carolina colonial government and briefly as North Carolina's first capital. It is rich in history and southern charm, named for Bern the the capital of Switzerland and founded by Swiss and German settlers in 1710. What is unique about this lovely southern city is that the original homes survived the Civil War; the Battle of New Bern on March 14 1862 resulted in New Bern coming under Federal Control and it remained so for the rest of the War, thus the beautiful homes and churches were spared the ravages of war (Sherman) that we have heard reported in so many other southern cities especially in SC.
This afternoon after threading Moorehead City environs the weather has finally improved gracing us with sunshine, and warmth, punctuated with diving pelicans and pods of graceful bottlenose dolphins and a bald eagle, dancing on wild wind cords, resplendent in her mature feathers. Happy Thanksgiving and blessing to family and friends.
Cruising plans swiftly shift from the Great Loop to more local exploration of the Hudson RIver, Erie Canal system to Utica, Champlain Canal system and Lake Champlain to Burlington. The cruising was grand, the rivers and lakes beautiful, experiences with going through the 50 or so locks amusing. We had access to a car much or the time so we toured the majesty of the Adirondack's, stood on the Olympic ski jump at Lake Placid, and visited Old Quebec City, Overall it was a lovely summer and fall spent in the splendor of our our back yard.
Happy Thanksgiving!
It's finally almost sunny after seven consecutive days, since leaving Annapolis, MD, of cloudy, cold, very windy (25-40k) weather. It's 0800 and we are lumping (it's still very windy) down the Neuse River in NC (the widest River in the US) after spending a delightful couple of days in New Bern; the second oldest town in NC, formerly an Indian town named Chattoka, that served as the capital of the North Carolina colonial government and briefly as North Carolina's first capital. It is rich in history and southern charm, named for Bern the the capital of Switzerland and founded by Swiss and German settlers in 1710. What is unique about this lovely southern city is that the original homes survived the Civil War; the Battle of New Bern on March 14 1862 resulted in New Bern coming under Federal Control and it remained so for the rest of the War, thus the beautiful homes and churches were spared the ravages of war (Sherman) that we have heard reported in so many other southern cities especially in SC.
This afternoon after threading Moorehead City environs the weather has finally improved gracing us with sunshine, and warmth, punctuated with diving pelicans and pods of graceful bottlenose dolphins and a bald eagle, dancing on wild wind cords, resplendent in her mature feathers. Happy Thanksgiving and blessing to family and friends.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity, Jig
We're heading down the LI Sound to Mt. Sinai Yacht Club, on the final leg of this portion of the journey. We will be land based for a month, with the wonderful wedding celebration for Gerry and Robyn to highlight the month.
Long Island Sound is welcoming us with a gentle chop in 10 kt E wind and pea soup fog, although I do not know why any one would refer to fog a pea soup-like, if it's got to be soup-like, it is more like thick, creamy New England Clam Chowder!
Yesterday brought us from Atlantic City, up the NJ coast, under the Verrazano Bridge, up the East River, past the Freedom Tower/ One World Trade Center, the construction cranes on top at 1,271' shrouded in fog. A power symbol of the resilience and tenacity of our great Country, a sad reminder of all those who were lost on 9-11, just 10 years ago. A symbolic hi to Kurt Jr and Daniele who were at their respective places of employment on Manhattan, passing under the Whitestone and Throgs Neck bridges into the LI Sound and to Oyster Bay. We stayed on a mooring at the Sewanhaka Corinthian Yacht Club (a mouthful when hailing them on the radio) and enjoyed a phenomenally delicious dinner at the club (note to self, jackets are required attire.)
The weekend of April 29 found me flying to NY where I was privileged to partake in a bridal shower for Robyn, my soon-to-be daughter-in-law. The event was hosted at the Country House in Stony Brook; the atmosphere was old country charming, the food delicious and the company wonderful. I'm so happy that Robyn is going be Jerry's wife.
During my absence last weekend Kurt moved the boat form Coinjock to Portsmouth where he entertained himself, enjoying the companionship of Bob who owns Mile Marker Zero Marine Supplies, and eating at the local German Bier Garden. After his little mishap on the motor bile (or should I say off the bike) while in FL., he correctly perceived that I would not be a willing rider on the scooter so he "off-loaded" the scooter and left it for Bob to sell in his marring store. Before we depart for the "Great Loop" passage we will look for a couple of bicycles to add to the "stuff" on the top deck of the boat.
Upon departing Portsmouth, VA we decided on an "outside" run with the duration of that run to be determined by the weather and the availability of a navigable inlet. The weather Gods cooperated and we enjoyed moderate winds form the SW (behind up therefore a "following" sea.) Late afternoon found us deciding on an overnighter, we enjoyed a surprise, unlabeled dinner of turkey chili that I expected to be peppers and sausage.....always an adventure dining from my onboard freezer. The overnight passage was peaceful, with a half waning moon, scattered clouds, moderate seas, literally no other boat traffic; I thoroughly enjoyed the solitary peaceful passage. By 3:30a.m. when Kurt took the watch the seas were responding to the 15-20 kt of NE wind that arrived at midnight, my slumber was analogous to sleeping in a dryer placed on a see-saw. By 7 a.m. it was obvious that sea conditions were only going to worsen so angled for Atlantic City the nearest inlet arriving there at 11:30 a.m. The day was cold and blustery, a great day for a cup of soup and nap after washing the salt and dead flies (another story) from our little ship.
Apparently our departure form the Chesapeake from Portsmouth was a welcome relief to several hundred biting black flies that were intent on hitching a ride with us as we motored North. We spent much of the our ocean passage smacking at flies with our two fly swatters that we procured on our first passage through the Chesapeake when we stopped at Swan Creek. Chesapeake flies are like the black flies that terrorize folks in Maine, but these are on steroids. I think that we are now down to half a dozen of the cheeky bastards. Hopefully they will not follow us when we drive to Patchogue!
Long Island Sound is welcoming us with a gentle chop in 10 kt E wind and pea soup fog, although I do not know why any one would refer to fog a pea soup-like, if it's got to be soup-like, it is more like thick, creamy New England Clam Chowder!
Yesterday brought us from Atlantic City, up the NJ coast, under the Verrazano Bridge, up the East River, past the Freedom Tower/ One World Trade Center, the construction cranes on top at 1,271' shrouded in fog. A power symbol of the resilience and tenacity of our great Country, a sad reminder of all those who were lost on 9-11, just 10 years ago. A symbolic hi to Kurt Jr and Daniele who were at their respective places of employment on Manhattan, passing under the Whitestone and Throgs Neck bridges into the LI Sound and to Oyster Bay. We stayed on a mooring at the Sewanhaka Corinthian Yacht Club (a mouthful when hailing them on the radio) and enjoyed a phenomenally delicious dinner at the club (note to self, jackets are required attire.)
The weekend of April 29 found me flying to NY where I was privileged to partake in a bridal shower for Robyn, my soon-to-be daughter-in-law. The event was hosted at the Country House in Stony Brook; the atmosphere was old country charming, the food delicious and the company wonderful. I'm so happy that Robyn is going be Jerry's wife.
During my absence last weekend Kurt moved the boat form Coinjock to Portsmouth where he entertained himself, enjoying the companionship of Bob who owns Mile Marker Zero Marine Supplies, and eating at the local German Bier Garden. After his little mishap on the motor bile (or should I say off the bike) while in FL., he correctly perceived that I would not be a willing rider on the scooter so he "off-loaded" the scooter and left it for Bob to sell in his marring store. Before we depart for the "Great Loop" passage we will look for a couple of bicycles to add to the "stuff" on the top deck of the boat.
Upon departing Portsmouth, VA we decided on an "outside" run with the duration of that run to be determined by the weather and the availability of a navigable inlet. The weather Gods cooperated and we enjoyed moderate winds form the SW (behind up therefore a "following" sea.) Late afternoon found us deciding on an overnighter, we enjoyed a surprise, unlabeled dinner of turkey chili that I expected to be peppers and sausage.....always an adventure dining from my onboard freezer. The overnight passage was peaceful, with a half waning moon, scattered clouds, moderate seas, literally no other boat traffic; I thoroughly enjoyed the solitary peaceful passage. By 3:30a.m. when Kurt took the watch the seas were responding to the 15-20 kt of NE wind that arrived at midnight, my slumber was analogous to sleeping in a dryer placed on a see-saw. By 7 a.m. it was obvious that sea conditions were only going to worsen so angled for Atlantic City the nearest inlet arriving there at 11:30 a.m. The day was cold and blustery, a great day for a cup of soup and nap after washing the salt and dead flies (another story) from our little ship.
Apparently our departure form the Chesapeake from Portsmouth was a welcome relief to several hundred biting black flies that were intent on hitching a ride with us as we motored North. We spent much of the our ocean passage smacking at flies with our two fly swatters that we procured on our first passage through the Chesapeake when we stopped at Swan Creek. Chesapeake flies are like the black flies that terrorize folks in Maine, but these are on steroids. I think that we are now down to half a dozen of the cheeky bastards. Hopefully they will not follow us when we drive to Patchogue!
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Departing Charleston
A chilly morning greets us as we depart from Wacca Wache Marina on the Waccmaw River; that has a ring to it doesn't it. Like fairies with gossamer wings dancing a ballet, the mist dances across the top of the meandering river's surface, barn swallows sporting forked tuxedo tails and buff shirts flit about devouring insect munchies. The startling white caps of osprey heads pop up in curiosity from their stick nests that adorn the tops of channel markers. From the shadows of the forest of Atlantic white cedar, cypress and live oak trees festooned with Spanish moss, the sun peaks through the tree tops casting a verdant glow on the western shore.
Our week in Charleston was enhanced by the companionship of Gloria and Charlie Burton who joined us for five days. An impromptu visit from Gloria's sister Nanette and her husband Richie was a delight and they joined us in a tour of Magnolia Plantation featuring America's oldest gardens (c. 1680) and garden tour (c. 1870.) The beauty of the gardens awaits around every corner, and a tram ride brought us through wet lands teaming with waterfowl, alligators and turtles.
A tour of the Charleston Tea Plantation (the only tea plantation in North America) brought us to the 127 acres of Camellia Sinensis tea plants that are grown in the heart of South Carolina's Lowcountry, complete with a tour of the Tea Factory where the all natural tea is processed. In addition to learning about the process, the delicious tastings of the variety of teas was a treat.
The Gullah also called Geechee, are African Americans who live in the low country of South Carolina and Georgia including the coastal plain and Sea Islands. They are the descendants of the slaves brought to this country who have preserved much of their African linguistic and cultural heritage. The name Gullah is thought to derive from "Gola" an ethnic group living in the boarder area between Sierra Leone and Liberia in West Africa. Sierra Leone, the "Rice Coast" with it's farms where rice was cultivated for 3000 years, is an area that was "home" to the majority of the individuals who, with their skills of rice cultivation and tidal irrigation, became the slaves with the muscle and mind who virtually assured the success of the Carolina rice plantations. The Gullah speak an English-based creole language containing many African loanwords and significant influences from African languages in grammar and sentence structure. A fascinating "Gullah tour" brought us to a greater understanding of the complexities of the trials that the slaves faced and their amazing endurance and ability to survive the overwhelming adversity of slave life while maintaining ties to their heritage.
As mentioned in a "The Ultimate Gullah Cookbook,"
Gullah "Sayin' Grace: Gawd beeba great and e beena good
En we da thank e for we food
By e hand we be fed
Gi us Gawd we daily bread
Amen"
Our knowledgeable tour guide explained to us about the origins of "Porgy and Bess," the 1934 musical composed by George Gershwin. It was based on the novel "Porgy," written in 1925 by DuBose Heyward, who was a native of Charleston; the African-American life of the fictions "Porgy" was based on the real-life Charlestonian Samuel Smalls who lived in the tenements of Cabbage Row.
Resting place of Samuel Smalls
The Gullah tour also brought us to the magnificence of the Angel Oak tree on Johns Island, thought to be between 500 and 1,500 years old, making it one of the oldest live oaks in the country. At 65' it's relatively short but it does not lack for foliage coverage with its tree trunk size branches covering an impressive 17,000 square feet (.39 acres.)
Charlie and Kurt
Gloria and Charlie were wonderful companions during our stay in Charleston, we enjoyed all the new experiences and sharing the traditional Charleston carriage tour and the boat trip to Fort Sumter; of course there is also all that wonderful "low country culinary excellence that we so enjoyed.
Our week in Charleston was enhanced by the companionship of Gloria and Charlie Burton who joined us for five days. An impromptu visit from Gloria's sister Nanette and her husband Richie was a delight and they joined us in a tour of Magnolia Plantation featuring America's oldest gardens (c. 1680) and garden tour (c. 1870.) The beauty of the gardens awaits around every corner, and a tram ride brought us through wet lands teaming with waterfowl, alligators and turtles.
A tour of the Charleston Tea Plantation (the only tea plantation in North America) brought us to the 127 acres of Camellia Sinensis tea plants that are grown in the heart of South Carolina's Lowcountry, complete with a tour of the Tea Factory where the all natural tea is processed. In addition to learning about the process, the delicious tastings of the variety of teas was a treat.
The Gullah also called Geechee, are African Americans who live in the low country of South Carolina and Georgia including the coastal plain and Sea Islands. They are the descendants of the slaves brought to this country who have preserved much of their African linguistic and cultural heritage. The name Gullah is thought to derive from "Gola" an ethnic group living in the boarder area between Sierra Leone and Liberia in West Africa. Sierra Leone, the "Rice Coast" with it's farms where rice was cultivated for 3000 years, is an area that was "home" to the majority of the individuals who, with their skills of rice cultivation and tidal irrigation, became the slaves with the muscle and mind who virtually assured the success of the Carolina rice plantations. The Gullah speak an English-based creole language containing many African loanwords and significant influences from African languages in grammar and sentence structure. A fascinating "Gullah tour" brought us to a greater understanding of the complexities of the trials that the slaves faced and their amazing endurance and ability to survive the overwhelming adversity of slave life while maintaining ties to their heritage.
As mentioned in a "The Ultimate Gullah Cookbook,"
Gullah "Sayin' Grace: Gawd beeba great and e beena good
En we da thank e for we food
By e hand we be fed
Gi us Gawd we daily bread
Amen"
Our knowledgeable tour guide explained to us about the origins of "Porgy and Bess," the 1934 musical composed by George Gershwin. It was based on the novel "Porgy," written in 1925 by DuBose Heyward, who was a native of Charleston; the African-American life of the fictions "Porgy" was based on the real-life Charlestonian Samuel Smalls who lived in the tenements of Cabbage Row.
The Gullah tour also brought us to the magnificence of the Angel Oak tree on Johns Island, thought to be between 500 and 1,500 years old, making it one of the oldest live oaks in the country. At 65' it's relatively short but it does not lack for foliage coverage with its tree trunk size branches covering an impressive 17,000 square feet (.39 acres.)
Gloria and Charlie were wonderful companions during our stay in Charleston, we enjoyed all the new experiences and sharing the traditional Charleston carriage tour and the boat trip to Fort Sumter; of course there is also all that wonderful "low country culinary excellence that we so enjoyed.
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