2(humans) + 2(dogs) + 1(boat)
7.07.2012
Goodbye for now
After arriving in Charleston we were without a ride and needed to get to Bradenton, FL to pick up our car. Luckily we still have generous friends in town that were willing to chauffeur us to Budget car rentals where we rented this sweet 2012 Mustang:
After we picked up the suburban in Florida, we returned to Charleston and prepped Vitte for her haul out. It is truly amazing how much storage space she has. We filled the car with boxes and bags then set to work cleaning her up and readying her for storage.
It was hard to say goodbye, but I know more adventures await us aboard Vitte.
7.06.2012
Florida to South Carolina
Now
begins the long arduous journey home.
With
a ripped mainsail and unfavorable weather, we were forced to travel up the east
coast via the Intracoastal Waterway (or the ICW for short).
This
is not a fun trip in a slow boat, especially on Saturdays and Sundays when the
weekend warriors come out to play with toys they have no idea how to use.
In
Ft. Lauderdale, for example, the ICW was churning with wake from boaters
ignoring no wake zones and passing too close.
Se
la vie…
Once
the weekend was over and we got into more rural waters we were able to enjoy
our leisurely pace and snag some beautiful anchorages each night.
On
the 26th of May we docked in Marineland, FL to ride out tropical
storm Beryl with our dear friend, XBOX.
Calm before the storm |
Beryl |
After
our extended stay in Marineland, we traveled to St. Augustine and decided to
stay for a few days in order to enjoy this beautiful and historic city.
We rented scooters and visited the St. Augustine Alligator Farm, where they have every species of crocodile on site!
Albino alligator (looks like white chocolate) |
Indian crocodile |
St. Augustine lighthouse |
Our sweet rides |
We just happened to be in town for a reenactment of Drake's Raid, a bloody battle that occurred in 1586 when the British invaded the Spanish colony of St. Augustine.
From
St. Augustine we continued north and on our second day out we decided to try an
offshore jump using our reefed main and the jib.
Conditions
were good, but just as we were nearing the St. Simons inlet to enter Brunswick,
GA, the front we’d been watching on the radar decided to blow in. The winds and seas kicked up and suddenly we
heard a violent flapping noise. We
looked around, nothing…looked up…the mainsail had ripped again, but this time it was obviously beyond repair.
I
quickly lowered and lashed the main under ominous skies and angry seas. However, the storm skirted us to the north
and we made it in the inlet safe and dry.
The
following day nature showed us what she could really do…
We
had planned a long day, but about half way into our trip the clouds looked like
a storm was forming and the radar confirmed that there was a LARGE storm headed
our way. We decided to stop early and
got our anchor set just in time. As
Ransom was letting out chain I looked off our bow and exclaimed, “Is that a
waterspout?!” Ransom looked up and
confirmed that there was indeed a waterspout right off the bow and headed our
way.
The storm rolls in...the waterspout is off the bow, but hard to see in this picture |
The following pictures were intended to be a panorama, but without photoshop on my new computer I was unable to merge them. However, you can get the sense of the storm that surrounded us.
We
hastily tied the canopy awnings down and just as we made our retreat to the
cockpit the skies opened up and the waterspout was on top of us. The boat heeled to starboard, the wind
screamed, and the water turned white as the waterspout passed over us. We watched from the cabin and let out a sigh
of relief when it was over.
Phew!
Clouds over Georgia...looks like Rei |
The
weather cooperated for the final stretch, and four days later we were pulling
into a slip at St. Johns Yacht Harbor in Charleston, SC.
After
getting settled we took a moment to reflect on our journey and let our
accomplishment settle in. We soon
realized that we were exhausted! What an
amazing adventure!!! It’s hard to
believe it’s over and time to go back to work, go back to saving and planning
our next voyage.
7.05.2012
Coming to America
We
departed Nassau on the 17th of May for Florida. Ransom had checked and double-checked the
weather for our journey, so we were not discouraged when we woke to grey skies
and a light drizzle.
Shortly
after we left the marina, the skies opened up and unleashed a downpour upon
us. However, the rain did not last long
and we were soon on our way home.
Hans
Otto Schteering did all the work for us and the overnight passage to Ft.
Lauderdale was a breeze.
We
each took shifts overnight, one of us keeping an eye on the charts and radar
while the other got some rest.
It
was kind of a bummer the skies were so cloudy, they blacked out all the celestial
lights, casting gloom onto the seas.
Sunrise |
Dolphins welcoming us home |
We
sighted Ft. Lauderdale around 11:30am on the 18th. On our approach a Coast Guard vessel came
along side and hailed us on the radio requesting to come aboard for a safety
inspection.
The
“mother ship” launched a tender with four officers aboard; two of them boarded Vitte
while the other two remained on the tender.
After
inspecting our safety gear and informing that we passed, the officers got a
call from the ship’s captain and they walked to the bow for a conference.
The
two coasties returned to us in the cockpit and bluntly asked us if “we knew
anything about smuggling on this boat.”
WHAT?!
“No,
we sure don’t officers. We bought the
boat in 2010 and this is the first trip we have taken on her.”
We
asked about the smuggling flag, and apparently we can’t find out what it was
for, when it was flagged, or remove the flag.
D’oh.
After
that fiasco we continued on to the marina in Ft. Lauderdale and called customs
to inform them of our return and schedule our check in the following day.
Ft. Lauderdale in sight |
6.27.2012
Back to Nassau
All
good things must come to an end, and it was time for us to come home to the
U.S.
After
leaving the company of Aslan, we made a bee line back to Nassau.
Our
first stop was Allen’s Cay, and along the way Ransom took another look at the
auto steering system, determined to get it rigged and functioning for our trip
back.
Some
zip ties, rubber, hose clamps, and some twine later we were in business!
Hans Otto Schteering!!! |
Autopilot interface |
Bugs be gone, Otto's on the helm! |
We
were well aware the system will have some bugs, but we quickly fixed the issues
and had our very own jerry rigged autopilot.
We named him Hans Otto Schteering.
We
departed Allen’s Cay for Nassau on the 15th of May. There was a bit of a debate on whether or not
we should try, conditions were not ideal.
The skies were cloudy and sprinkling and the seas were rolling. We needed sunshine and relatively calm seas
so that we could spot approaching reefs on the Yellow Banks.
We
decided to give it a go and try and get to Nassau, but a strong gust hit our
mainsail and ripped it along the lowest batton.
Fail.
We
returned to the anchorage and lowered the main to the first reefing point,
reducing our sail area but allowing us to keep using it.
We
decided to heed the warning nature sent us and delayed our departure for the
following day.
Determined
not to waste the day we went to shore and explored Leaf Cay. We found some ruins, saw tons of iguanas, and
found some beautiful shells on the beach.
Coarse grained carbonate conglomerate. Geology in action!!!! |
The
next day we departed for Nassau and conditions were much better for the
crossing. We were even able to use Hans
Otto Schteering!!
Back
in Nassau we reunited with other boaters we’d met along the way. Saying farewell to those we’ve sailed with
for weeks feels a bit like the end of summer camp; exchanging information and
promising to keep in tough. Somehow,
though, I feel we will cross paths again, somewhere out there in the great
blue.
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