Friday, November 30, 2007
Cruising Through Florida!
Thus far Florida has had its fair share of highs and lows. Our first stop was Jacksonville Beach. Luckily the waves were up, so this allowed us to fit in our first surf session. The waves were great, and it was nice to get back in the water. Our second stop was at St. Augustine. We certainly made the most of this historical town. It turned out that the waves were going to be up the next morning, so we took the dinghy at an early 6:00am across the ICW over to the beach. The waves were breaking quite close to shore and there was an extremely strong current, so we decided to keep moving on to Flagler Beach, which was calling for 7.5 feet. After a 5-hour cruise, we set anchor and motored to shore. Ignoring the no trespassing signs, we tied up the dinghy at an abandoned dock, hopped the fence, and headed to the beach. When we got back to the dinghy, our luck took a turn for the worst. We were greeted by a police officer and landlord hovering over the dinghy. They preceded to interrogate us, and realized that we were up to no harm. Luckily we got off with a warning, but were told that we could have been arrested. The next morning we pulled up anchor and headed south to Daytona. We pulled into Caribbean Jacks, a modern marina with a pool and restaurant, and took full advantage of the facilities. We decided that to keep moving down the coast and anchor to avoid the steep marina fees. As we continued our adventure south, our luck once again took a turn for the worst. Our engine died on route and we were unable to start it so we instantly dropped anchor. We decided that the problem was with our fuel pump so we went ashore to the local engine shop and picked up a new pump. After installing the new pump, we realized that this was not the issue. The next morning we had to tow the boat a good two miles with our dinghy to a marina in Ft. Peirce. We consulted the engine shop once again, and told them that we needed a mechanic. A few hours later, two mechanics showed up and worked away for 3 hours finally solving the problem. It was then that we got hit with the $850USD bill. It was quite a bummer. We managed to get our sail picked up in Ft. Peirce to get it repaired as well. It is now Friday, and we are waiting for our sail to get dropped off to us in Stuart, FLA. Our plan is to get to West Palm Beach tomorrow, fix up the rest of the boat issues, and wait for our dads to join us for the crossing to the Bahamas. We are quite excited to have our first guests. We will keep you posted on the crossing.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
Rounding Cape Fear
November 20, 2007
We left Beauford midday Wednesday with the sun shining and our spirits up, happy to be back on the open sea and out of the long, slow, winding intercostal. We set the rod with Andrew’s brand new “spoon” lure which literally looks just like a spoon and a substantial hook. They told us it could catch anything; tuna, shark even dolphin.
We were sailing along nicely heading off shore, because the wind was coming strait from were we wanted to go, with the engine off, both our sails up, traveling at about 5.5 knots, with auto 4000 at the helm. Happily Andrew and Ryan were reading eating and enjoying the occasional dolphin who decided to come up and say hello. When all of a sudden we both jumped up to see the rod bouncing around, to my excitement I thought we had our first fish, wrong. The rod had some how snapped up and was now being chewed up by our wind generator. I pulled the rod down and reeled it in, that was it for the spoon today. Little did we know that this was only the first and most insignificant of things to break on our rounding of Cape Fear.
As night feel the winds started to pick up to 15 knots and a substantial swell rolled in. We climbed on deck to put the first reef in the main (“Reef” to tie part of the sail down to de-power). We started up our four hour watch cycle so we could get some sleep. Around 2 am the wind really started blowing even with the reefed main the boat was still over powered. We furled (“Furl” same idea as reef but rolling) way part of the jib which was sufficient until about 7am when the nice sail took a turn for the worst. Winds picked up to 30 knots gusting 35 according to the VHF forecast. Andrew woke Ryan up for his watch then jumped on deck to put a second reef in the main as well as furled the jib in even further.
At this point sleep was hard to come by, with the substantial heel and massive up and down climbing of the boat over the mountains of water. The waves were higher then the spreaders and now stated breaking filling the cockpit with white water soaking everything. Auto 4000 could no longer handle the monstrous waves and we had to hand steer, soon after auto 4000 died completely not allowing us to ever leave the wheel making this much more strenuous.
The wind started shifting to the North West bringing in a nasty cold front, temperatures became unbearable. The Salus 1800 suits were mandatory with sweaters gloves and toques. After eight ours of struggling on a starboard tack approximately 100 miles of shore we decided to tack over and head closer to shore were we hoped the waves would die down. During the tack disaster struck, a huge gust came ripping the jib sail through the middle. We were forced to furl it in all the way, leaving us with only the reefed main, making the boat extremely difficult to handle in the enormous waves. The winds kept building. All of a sudden everything seemed to die completely and then all I saw was white. The first of three squalls hit. The squalls were filled with what felt to be bullets of hail which made us have to look away from the waves and drive blind.
During the second squall after we thought nothing else could go wrong. Andrew yelled “RYAN, RYAN” to wake him up. Our trusty wind generator had been ripped of the back of the boat and was now being dragged by its wires. The wires were severed shooting electric current down the shaft and as we tried to pull it back in we would get a vicious zap. Eventually we muscled it back on board and put it down below in the mess of all the stuff falling of the shelves and don’t get me started on leaks.
We decided to pull down the main entirely to prevent it from ripping as well and started up the engine. With no sails up the boat became extremely unstable and sleep was now impossible, falling from on side of the birth to the other.
Even with the engine at full steam we were hardly moving, trying to fight constant 35 knot breeze. These wind held up for over 35 hours.
Finally, Friday midmorning the sea started settling. Eventually the sun poked its self out of the clouds, a few birds flew over to give us company and we could finally get some rest. We hadn’t eaten properly since the storm started only a few granola bars and a box of Oreos. Andrew whipped up a batch of spaghetti on the still very rocky boat, it tasted awesome. Then calls were made on the sat phone to home and Anika, mildly telling them how we were and what we had just conquered.
We pulled up the main again hoisted a small spare storm jib. We decided to head for Savannah Georgia were we would fix up the boat. We motor sailed the rest of the day and night until we noticed our diesel gage was empty. We must have used a lot more fuel fighting the storm than expected. There was still 30 miles to go. I shut her down to save what fuel we had left for docking. The wind had now died to virtually nothing and with out the genoa jib our speed was a messily 1.5 knots and fighting the Gulf Stream. We changed plans again deciding we just needed to get to the nearest marina, which was still 20 miles away, at 1.5 knots still 13 hours of sailing.
We kept good moral and slowly crept into Hilton Head. We took a direct coordinate to the channel. When we saw land and what we thought was the channel we set a close haul course directly to it. Where we were headed was actually a false channel and the real one was 10 miles directly into the wind. When we found the proper chart and plotted our location we realized there was an extremely shallow shoal ranging from 6ft to a half a foot of water and protruding 5 miles off shore directly in our way. From were we were located to go around the shoal could have added another good five hours putting us well into night fall, meaning we would have to navigate the channel in the dark. After studying the chat toughly we found a really narrow unmarked area that showed to be 6ft deep through. There was no choice we had to try. We sailed as close to the shoal as possible then decided to start the engine to pass through the most critical part. With Andrew on the helm and Ryan yelling compass bearings from the Nav station down below, we managed to get through at some points only having 4ft of water. This was the most stressful part of the trip. Being stuck on a shoal over night in the ocean could be catastrophic. Later the dock mater said we were crazy and that he has never known a boat to go over the shoal.
Once into the channel we still had 6 miles to go and the sun was falling rapidly. Now inland the wind died completely and the boat stopped moving at all. We drifted until dark. There was no choice but to use the last of the diesel.
In the dark narrow channel there was little room for error the tale end with us swaying of coarse and getting hard stuck in the mud. With no diesel to pull us out, only 100 yards away from the marina we called it a night at least we were safe out of the channel and in clam water, Sunday.
We thank everyone for there prayers and hope they continue as they are very well used and needed here on Fidelity.
We left Beauford midday Wednesday with the sun shining and our spirits up, happy to be back on the open sea and out of the long, slow, winding intercostal. We set the rod with Andrew’s brand new “spoon” lure which literally looks just like a spoon and a substantial hook. They told us it could catch anything; tuna, shark even dolphin.
We were sailing along nicely heading off shore, because the wind was coming strait from were we wanted to go, with the engine off, both our sails up, traveling at about 5.5 knots, with auto 4000 at the helm. Happily Andrew and Ryan were reading eating and enjoying the occasional dolphin who decided to come up and say hello. When all of a sudden we both jumped up to see the rod bouncing around, to my excitement I thought we had our first fish, wrong. The rod had some how snapped up and was now being chewed up by our wind generator. I pulled the rod down and reeled it in, that was it for the spoon today. Little did we know that this was only the first and most insignificant of things to break on our rounding of Cape Fear.
As night feel the winds started to pick up to 15 knots and a substantial swell rolled in. We climbed on deck to put the first reef in the main (“Reef” to tie part of the sail down to de-power). We started up our four hour watch cycle so we could get some sleep. Around 2 am the wind really started blowing even with the reefed main the boat was still over powered. We furled (“Furl” same idea as reef but rolling) way part of the jib which was sufficient until about 7am when the nice sail took a turn for the worst. Winds picked up to 30 knots gusting 35 according to the VHF forecast. Andrew woke Ryan up for his watch then jumped on deck to put a second reef in the main as well as furled the jib in even further.
At this point sleep was hard to come by, with the substantial heel and massive up and down climbing of the boat over the mountains of water. The waves were higher then the spreaders and now stated breaking filling the cockpit with white water soaking everything. Auto 4000 could no longer handle the monstrous waves and we had to hand steer, soon after auto 4000 died completely not allowing us to ever leave the wheel making this much more strenuous.
The wind started shifting to the North West bringing in a nasty cold front, temperatures became unbearable. The Salus 1800 suits were mandatory with sweaters gloves and toques. After eight ours of struggling on a starboard tack approximately 100 miles of shore we decided to tack over and head closer to shore were we hoped the waves would die down. During the tack disaster struck, a huge gust came ripping the jib sail through the middle. We were forced to furl it in all the way, leaving us with only the reefed main, making the boat extremely difficult to handle in the enormous waves. The winds kept building. All of a sudden everything seemed to die completely and then all I saw was white. The first of three squalls hit. The squalls were filled with what felt to be bullets of hail which made us have to look away from the waves and drive blind.
During the second squall after we thought nothing else could go wrong. Andrew yelled “RYAN, RYAN” to wake him up. Our trusty wind generator had been ripped of the back of the boat and was now being dragged by its wires. The wires were severed shooting electric current down the shaft and as we tried to pull it back in we would get a vicious zap. Eventually we muscled it back on board and put it down below in the mess of all the stuff falling of the shelves and don’t get me started on leaks.
We decided to pull down the main entirely to prevent it from ripping as well and started up the engine. With no sails up the boat became extremely unstable and sleep was now impossible, falling from on side of the birth to the other.
Even with the engine at full steam we were hardly moving, trying to fight constant 35 knot breeze. These wind held up for over 35 hours.
Finally, Friday midmorning the sea started settling. Eventually the sun poked its self out of the clouds, a few birds flew over to give us company and we could finally get some rest. We hadn’t eaten properly since the storm started only a few granola bars and a box of Oreos. Andrew whipped up a batch of spaghetti on the still very rocky boat, it tasted awesome. Then calls were made on the sat phone to home and Anika, mildly telling them how we were and what we had just conquered.
We pulled up the main again hoisted a small spare storm jib. We decided to head for Savannah Georgia were we would fix up the boat. We motor sailed the rest of the day and night until we noticed our diesel gage was empty. We must have used a lot more fuel fighting the storm than expected. There was still 30 miles to go. I shut her down to save what fuel we had left for docking. The wind had now died to virtually nothing and with out the genoa jib our speed was a messily 1.5 knots and fighting the Gulf Stream. We changed plans again deciding we just needed to get to the nearest marina, which was still 20 miles away, at 1.5 knots still 13 hours of sailing.
We kept good moral and slowly crept into Hilton Head. We took a direct coordinate to the channel. When we saw land and what we thought was the channel we set a close haul course directly to it. Where we were headed was actually a false channel and the real one was 10 miles directly into the wind. When we found the proper chart and plotted our location we realized there was an extremely shallow shoal ranging from 6ft to a half a foot of water and protruding 5 miles off shore directly in our way. From were we were located to go around the shoal could have added another good five hours putting us well into night fall, meaning we would have to navigate the channel in the dark. After studying the chat toughly we found a really narrow unmarked area that showed to be 6ft deep through. There was no choice we had to try. We sailed as close to the shoal as possible then decided to start the engine to pass through the most critical part. With Andrew on the helm and Ryan yelling compass bearings from the Nav station down below, we managed to get through at some points only having 4ft of water. This was the most stressful part of the trip. Being stuck on a shoal over night in the ocean could be catastrophic. Later the dock mater said we were crazy and that he has never known a boat to go over the shoal.
Once into the channel we still had 6 miles to go and the sun was falling rapidly. Now inland the wind died completely and the boat stopped moving at all. We drifted until dark. There was no choice but to use the last of the diesel.
In the dark narrow channel there was little room for error the tale end with us swaying of coarse and getting hard stuck in the mud. With no diesel to pull us out, only 100 yards away from the marina we called it a night at least we were safe out of the channel and in clam water, Sunday.
We thank everyone for there prayers and hope they continue as they are very well used and needed here on Fidelity.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
FUN IN THE SUN, well FLORIDA anyway
Congrats gentlemen!!!
Ryan and Andrew have made it to St. Augustine Florida.
They spent some of the day surfing! We are all proud of your accomplishment so far!
(((((Post your story!!!!!)))
Ryan and Andrew have made it to St. Augustine Florida.
They spent some of the day surfing! We are all proud of your accomplishment so far!
(((((Post your story!!!!!)))
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
JEKYLL ISLAND
Approximately 35 miles from Florida, Ryan and Andrew are spending the night on Jekyll Island!
I have been told that they have written up a story for the blog and will post it when they get to Florida! (hopefully within a few days)
I have been told that they have written up a story for the blog and will post it when they get to Florida! (hopefully within a few days)
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Hilton Head
After some very rough sailing, the boys are in Hilton Head, South Carolina.
They will continue through the intracoastal waterway as they need to fix one of their sails.
Looking forward to seeing some photos....send them soon!!!!
They will continue through the intracoastal waterway as they need to fix one of their sails.
Looking forward to seeing some photos....send them soon!!!!
Monday, November 12, 2007
Thursday, November 8, 2007
NORFOLK VIRGINIA
November 8th 2007 6:50pm
They have reached Norfolk Virginia....
hopefully more news to come!!
They have reached Norfolk Virginia....
hopefully more news to come!!
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Atlantic City and Back to Sea
It's 4pm on Wednesday November 7th. We just had a quick 2 minute call from Ryan on the sat. phone. They spent a couple nights in Atlantic city and are now at sea. They have passed Cape May, New Jersey, and are currently offshore of the Delaware Bay. They will make their way to Norfolk Virgina, and enter into the intracoastal waterway.
Ryan said that they have had some pretty rough sailing at points while the wind was 30 knots and the waves 12-15 feet.
Happy Sailing Boys!!!!!
Ryan said that they have had some pretty rough sailing at points while the wind was 30 knots and the waves 12-15 feet.
Happy Sailing Boys!!!!!
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
NOVEMBER 2nd - We heard from Ryan and they have reached New York City. They are staying at the West 79th Street Boat Basin. He called from Times Square and all is well. They will get their Sat. phone tomorrow and go to West Marine to pick up materials for some repairs....(sorry to hear about the leak :( in your cabin Andrew )
Hope to see some pictures soon boys.
Hope to see some pictures soon boys.
The Voyage So Far
October 27th - After a 23 hour sail across Lake Ontario the boys arrived to Oswego NY. Here they would have to take down the mast on the boat so they could go through the Erie Barge Canal.
October 28th - the boys motored to Brewerton NY
October 29th - In Herkimer NY
October 30th - In Rotterdam NY
October 31st - Happy Halloween: In Castleton NY
The only big news we have is that they are VERY COLD....they are happy for the Survival Outfits provided by Salus Marine!!
October 28th - the boys motored to Brewerton NY
October 29th - In Herkimer NY
October 30th - In Rotterdam NY
October 31st - Happy Halloween: In Castleton NY
The only big news we have is that they are VERY COLD....they are happy for the Survival Outfits provided by Salus Marine!!
Day of Departure
On Friday October 26th my brother Ryan and his best friend Andrew left Frenchman's Bay in Pickering Ontario to start a sailing adventure. Their goal is to sail around the world, in about 2 years and this blog will follow them through their voyage. I am planning to keep it updated but hopefully the boys will send me info to post as well....
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