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blinked! It is now May of 2016! For the sake of posterity, I will bring the blog up to date on the balance
of the cruise to St. Pete, where we have again ‘wintered’. Actually, from 2011-2015, our southern winter stop has been in St.
Petersburg, on the west coast of Florida.
And we have pretty much parked here.
Doing what you are doing—living life, enjoying each day, and taking what comes. But we had to get here….
the Neuss River. Tied up in Oriental Marina where we made plans to visit Joe
and Punk Pica. They’ve parked CAROLYNN
ANN and purchased a home in New Bern.
Had a fine lunch and house tour and enjoyed very much the time spent
with old friends! No photos, darn it.
|New backup nav system for us–iPad along with the pelican on the paper chart…|
Sound at 9 mph!) we stopped in Swansboro
at Dudley’s Marina, and were treated to a lovely dinner at the home of Tom and
Melissa, cruising buddies aboard JOURNEY.
Next day was Bridge Day—Onslow Beach, Surf City, Figure 8, and the
Wrightsville Bascule—before we took a slip a the Mona Black Marina in Carolina Beach. First time there—Randy, the Harbormaster, was a hoot! And he
was up and out at 6:45 to toss our lines.
This time of year an early start is imperative, as the sun goes down by
4 or so! Our ‘new normal…’
daughter Kris was there to meet us! She
and John are settled into their beautiful new home in Surfside Beach, and for 2
days we enjoyed dining on fresh fish, watching the critters in their
backyard canal, and the generally excellent hospitality! On Wednesday Nov. 18, John and Kris left a
car at Murrels Inlet (Wacca Wacca Marina) and drove back to Grande Dunes. Once they boarded the boat we all cruised down
the river—again the current gave us a nice push—water is really high! So high in fact, that Kris had to move their car
up the hill as the parking lot was submerged!
Did I mention the outstanding fajitas Kris prepared for lunch? I’m a proud mama!
our grandson JT at Coker College in Huntsville, SC. She took him to the Myrtle Beach airport so he could fly home for his
uncle’s funeral. It’s never dull!
through Elliott’s Cut at 7.2 mph with the engines at 1400 rpm—idle speed. Anchored in Tom’s
Creek, and then stopped in Beaufort at the Port Royal Landing—That is the
marina you see in the background at the end of
“The Prince of Tides” when Nick Nolte is driving across the
bridge thinking “Lowenstein, Lowenstein….” Love that movie! Klauss from MOON BEAM joined us for dinner—Beaufort is his home town!
Island (new shopping mall there, and a golf cart to travel to and from it!) and
soon we were tied up at Fernandina Beach
in Sunny Florida!
boat we first met in Canada while on the Great Loop. One of the best parts of
cruising is meeting great folks, and then meeting again in a different time and
place. Maurice was on his way home from
what had been a fairly harrowing trip. He single handed to and AROUND Maine, so he
could see the white whales—blue ones too!
His boat is under 30 feet, and I’d say it was no match for the North
Atlantic, but he was here to tell us about it! Brave Man!
|Must’ve been construction waste. It was really hard to unwrap the stuff!|
the starboard propeller stopped turning.
We made it to St. Augustine—Camachee Island Marina had a nice long face
dock to tie up to. Thursday was Thanksgiving
Day, and we were most thankful that Joe the Diver came around at 8 am. He unwrapped a huge chunk of black plastic
from the prop—heavy, unbending black plastic. Uffda!
We kept a piece for a souvenir (threw it out recently…) and were off to
Halifax Harbor in Daytona, with small craft warning type winds howling outside!
Smyrna Beach that Henry and Debbie on SEVEN TENTHS had saved for us. Fun evening as the town had a parade and
turned on the Holiday lights!
Marina in Ft. Pierce where SHINGABISS has been living for some time. Steve and Liz, our hosts in Minneapolis, who
now live on the boat, will head for the Bahamas soon. We had a great shrimp dinner on their boat!
night at Indiantown Marina, a beautiful free dock at Port LaBelle, and next thing
you know we’ve come down the Caloosahatchee River and finally I got to go to the
Edison/Ford homes in Ft. Myers! Bucket List: Check!
The marina at Edison-Ford was great and we were comped tickets to the
Light Show at the 2 homes. Extra special
was the huge Banyan tree. It covers acres, and is second largest in the world–the really big one is in Oahu, Hawaii. Shades of the Little Prince! No wait, his tree was a baobob tree, which looked like a rose in it’s earliest days, but grew to become something huge and destructive if not uprooted early. Hmmmmm.
IntraCoastal Waterway. There was an
issue with a bridge ahead, so we tied up at the Gasparilla Marina for 3 days
before moseying up to the Crow’s Nest Marina in Venice. There we docked behind NEVER SAY NEVER, an 86′
Monte Carlo Yacht built by Benetau (who knew).
We weren’t invited to the cocktail party for 35 prospective buyers. Just as well….
|Ho Ho Ho!|
we got re-acclimated (even though we now were tied up on the North Dock). We put up our little ‘mast tree’, and it was about the only decoration on the dock. Thence to New York—Allegiant Airlines is
our new best friend. 2.5 hours non-stop
from Clearwater (20 minutes away) to Stewart Airport—10 minutes from our
we each came away with a clean bill of health!
Amy’s in Carlisle, PA, Kris and John’s in SC, and JAX—a quick stop at LAZY
DOLPHIN (Barb and Randy) and then a Holiday Inn with a free upgrade to a hot
tub in the room! What better place to
watch the Super Bowl? (Obviously the photo is backwards—should be from the tub, looking at the TV!)
many days. The wind is cold! It was too cold for the heated pool at Jerry
and Janet Guyer’s (AT LAST) home near Sarasota when they hosted about 24 Great
Harbour family members, but it was an excellent event!
meeting. Fred was re-elected Chair of
the National Educational Fund, and I continued to play in the Ship’s
too were in Orlando! Met at Universal
Studios for lunch and quality time with Ada, Jimmy, Katie Rae and Jim’s sister,
Dawn! Lovely! Not
so lovely to drive back to Orlando that night to get the items we forgot at the
hotel, but all in all it was a great week!
favorite! We happily moved there, and
now live at 101 Bayshore Drive NE again!
Our mailbox (#19) is still here and we are happy to be back, enjoying
the closeness of downtown, of Frescoe’s Restaurant, and the open view of the
out the fire in the condo next door. A
bit of excitement in the wee small hours!
We are sooo grateful for firemen who come out in the dark on a
holiday. (Hmm, very familiar
that—Thanksgiving 1984, only it was our very own home on Sunset Drive that
was afire! Uffda!) The rest of the day was indeed a lovely day
at Ada and Jim’s! Lots of good food (sit
down dinner for 29) and lots of kids, large and small, hunting for eggs in the
Luncheon—with 3 inches of snow atop the car!
We helped Ada put Salon Lucere back together after having the floors
re-done, we watched granddaughter Laurel tap beautifully in 42nd
Street at Arlington High School, attended the D2 Change of Watch and had a
successful ‘virtual Ship’s Store’.
Sadly, my high school buddy Paula lost her fight with Lung Cancer. She is already missed. Although we didn’t see her often, she was
always just there, ready to pop in at a moment’s notice! Sigh.
taxes. Unfortunately, we left the bundle
of 2015 papers on the boat, so the process was extended until yesterday, the 11
of May. THAT won’t happen again, she
to Kris and John. He had very successful
back surgery in Rockland County, and was able to recoup at 68 HPC. That same week, in Virginia, Christopher bade
his gall bladder adieu. Happily, he, too, is enjoying a speedy recovery!
Our summer plans don’t involve moving YOUNG AMERICA, just moving
us. Will update the blog when we are
‘back on boat’ in September.
wherever you are!
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March 25, 2016We are back in our slip for the summer. Much earlier than usual, but circumstances dictate the schedule. Hap Miller our always dependable mechanic quickly has her ready and we move back aboard once the temperatures moderate a little and s…
It was Sunny, Warm and Gorgeous! We were there for the National Meeting of the USPower Squadrons,
and had plenty of free time to catch up with friends that we mostly see at
these events. When that ended, we rented
a car and drove to Casa Grande, AZ.
Visited there with the Mangelsdorf kids’ Aunt Miriam (Gallo). Her desert home is beautiful. She spends much time and effort keeping
flowers blooming in the dry heat, and the birds are very happy that she
provides so well for them!
of days later, stopping in Carlisle, PA to have breakfast with son Geoff, Amy
and Pete! No more overseas duty for
Geoff. He is now part of the PeaceKeeping study group at the Army War
College. Good to know such activities
exist in our military!
occasional showers, and lots of lazy mornings with coffee and USA Today
provided by the hotel. We vegged out big
time. And loved every minute of it!
of the USPS, and to have dinner with Fred’s nephew and niece, Dan and
Heidi. Stopped in Burke on the way home,
and spent a day helping Jen and Chris pack up for the move to their new
the end of the month. I saw great
pictures of it. Stayed up to see the
beginning, dozed and woke as the moon was re-appearing.
weeks. Lots of happenings there! We went to New York City to follow up with
the nice dr. at Memorial Sloan Kettering who routinely checks Fred’s delicate
skin. Melanoma remains Gone! Yay! After that we crossed the street to the Plaza
Hotel and had Tea. I use a capital T as
the fare was about what you would expect to pay for a dinner for four. Yikes.
It was the Plaza, though, and we lollygagged for a long time before
catching the only conveyance we could find,
a pedi-cab, to get back to Grand Central Terminal. The UN was in session and there were black
SUVs and guys with earbuds everywhere, and no cabs to be found. (What is the
fare? I asked the Pedi-Cab Pedaler. It is metered, he replied.) At GCT he smiled and said “Meter says 12
minutes at $5.00/minute. That’ll be $60,
help executed a lovely party for Kris and John!
Sit down dinner for 18, and everything was dee-lish. No goodbyes for Kris and John, who moved to
their new home in Surfside Beach, SC the following Friday. The girls said “See ya later!” OCCC also had a work related party for
Kris. They will miss her a very great
attended the Power Squadron’s D-2 fall
conference in Poughkeepsie.
attended granddaughter Katie Rae’s string
department (she plays the cello) concert with Mark Wood—a vibrant string
performer who plays the 7 string electric violin/viola/cello/bass that he
invented and markets. He insists that
music be fun as well as emotionally satisfying, and fun it was!
were present when granddaughter Laurel trumpeted
the fanfare as the Arlington High School Band hosted its annual invitational
went to NYC with Linda Lee to see Wicked, and
had a great dinner in the Time/Life Building Restaurant.
making it ready for a new tenant. That
got a bit goofy when Central Hudson shut of the power (oops—their mistake) and
refused to turn it on again until they could shut off the gas valve to the
stove. Couldn’t find the gas valve. We had returned to Maryland to be ready to
join the French family in Washington DC on Saturday for Boo at the Zoo! And what a hoot that was! All the kids, large and small, got T&T
bags that were filled with candy etc. from the more than 40 stations around the
Zoo! Had a really fun evening! Free bus rides to the restaurant where we had
dinner, and back to the car. (If you ever need parking, check out
SpotHero.com. Efficient and
effective. Got us two parking spots in
busy Washington, in easy walking distance from the Zoo!)
|See the new ‘door’ for the shut off valve?|
Newburgh on Sunday afternoon. Fred was
able, of course, to locate the gas shutoff (and make it accessible) and in the
ultimate irony, Central Hudson’s rep came on Monday and turned the gas on before I arrived to show her where to
find the ‘necessary to keep the place from blowing up’ stove shutoff. Sigh.
with Rev. Chris from the UUCRT. Glad we
did—it was good to get to know him better!!
highlight our cruising life. Seems we
are spending as much time ashore as on the boat these days. Or, perhaps, that I’m recording the events
just so posterity will be served. Our
lives do seem to be a bit goofy at times, and we find ourselves enjoying the
goofiness just as it is!
scraped barnacles off the bottom of the boat.
His wife came as well (to watch for bubbles while he dove, and share a
glass of wine afterwards.) She works
with her dad doing inlays on guitars.
Guitars that sell for $30,000 and get put in MOMA and the Smithsonian! The people we meet provide a great part of
the enjoyment of the cruising life!
don’t ya know…) No vacuum, no
flush. Fred finally located a pinhole
in an important little diaphragm. Bing
bang boom, replaced it and Bob’s your Uncle!
awaiting good weather for crossing the Albamarle Sound. Got
to See Tom Hanks in the Bridge of Spies
at the Commodore–historic ‘pick–up-the–phone-and–order–popcorn-and-dinner-from–your-table-before-the–movie’-Theater. ‘Twas an excellent movie! Next day I bought my first persimmon at the
local Farmer’s Market. Made a great
sailboats. A group called the World
Cruising Club was staging two trips—one group was going to the Bahamas and
the other heading to the British Virgin Islands. Apparently these trips go every year.
Departure had been delayed, and the
sailors were anxiously watching the weather…as were we.
Swamp. As we were about to leave in the
morning, Robin and Karen arrived in a sailboat they designed and built in
Canada. A delightful couple with about 6
musical instruments on board. They were
especially interested in Fred’s harpsicle, as they built and sold harps for awhile. Karen shared some music with us
(Xxxxx Xxxxxxxxxxx doing Pete Seeger songs, for example) and showed us a really
great video of their cruise down the Hudson River with a Pete Seeger sound
in the afternoon. Still staging for the
Albamarle Sound. Today we crossed
without incident, I’m happy to report.
Of the many Sounds (for the non-boaters, Sounds are bodies of water that
open to the Ocean. Depending on depth,
wind, tides and currents, calm water can become very unsettling in a hurry)
along the ICW, crossing the Albamarle can be 2 hours of pain or pleasure. The pain can usually be avoided, as we did by staying in Portsmouth and then moseying. Caught a good ride, and now we’re anchored
for the night with 3 other boats in the area near the Alligator-Pungo Canal.
post this. Until then, hug a veteran and
be proud and grateful for their service!
In our immediate family, my dad and brother served in WWII and Korea,
and son Geoff continues his Army career with
his first stateside posting in several years! Also, Fred’s dad worked in the Petroleum
Industry during WWII, helping to keep the military moving, and granddaughter
Tarryn’s special guy, Ron, is an Army Veteran.
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October 9,2015We thought we were headed south this year, but it wasn’t in the cards. Typically we depart Narragansett Bay immediately after Labor Day. This year we were faced with upgrades to our navigation, AIS and a last minute adjustment to our sate…
to Monday Messages, and then don’t do ‘em.
And so now it is time for a major catch-up.
back in the swing of this thing, but I’ve very nearly let go of my anger and
frustration, so will begin again. (I
know, you didn’t really need to know all that, but I needed to write it down
our favorite place, Barefoot Landing (great ice cream). Sad to say, just before docking we pulled far
to the right side of the channel to allow a big boat to pass, and heard the
awful scraping sound of rocks that were NOT far enough under our keel! Happily there was no damage that hurt the
boats ability to work, so we continued on the next morning to Southport, then
across the Cape Fear River, and back to another favorite—Swan’s Point Marina
in Sneads Ferry, NC.
mom. They are making much needed
improvements, and we wish them well! Hop, skip and jump thru the Marine’s Camp LeJune practice firing range—nobody was shooting at or around us—and next thing you know
we’d rounded the Morehead City bend, and zipped up to Oriental. At 8 miles an hour. Stopped at Whittaker Landing this time—a
new marina for us, and found Knute to be a great dockmaster. He even drove me to the new mini-WalMart that
graces Oriental (arrgghh) for a few supplies.
excruciating detail of the East Coast IntraCoastal Waterway back in 2008, 2009,
2010 and 2011 postings. Since then, our cruising has been on the west coast of
FL, and the inland rivers. I’m highlighting
here, but must say that we really were enjoying cruising through familiar
waters, stopping with old friends and making new ones!
River, and then came decision time. It
was late in the day, the water was smooth as silk, and we had to cross the
Albamarle Sound. Hmmmmm. Stay with Miss Wanda at the Alligator River Marina, or
cross the smooth-as-silk Sound and reach the opposite shore in the dark. We chose to stop before dark (Fred’s Rule
#2), knowing that the next morning the wind would not be our friend.
Sure enough, the wind was whipping and the water roiling (don’t get to
use that word very often.:-) ) We left
early—along with PROUD MARY, who
pulled out ahead of us (ahem) and then jumped into our wake as the water got
|Poor PROUD MARY rockin’ and rollin’ in Albamarle Sound!|
It was rough enough to tip over
the Aero-Garden (oh, I was supposed to put the bungie cord back on after all
this quiet time? Oops.) and Fred’s
navigational trick—turning east toward Coinjack rather than heading for our
planned destination in Elizabeth City –made only a moderate improvement in the
ride. PROUD MARY’s skipper told us they
wouldn’t consider turning back, as his wife “wanted to be sure someone knew
where the bodies were”. No worries, we
finally reached the lee of the land, hung a left, and motated into Eliz. City, where
PROUD MARY, alive and well, stopped for the day.
and we soon slid into the Visitor’s Center. There was no room on the dock, so we rafted to the
unusually outfitted Kadey Krogen, MANATEE– just in time for happy hour!
|MANATEE in the Dismal Swamp|
the Great Loop for (I believe,) the 22nd time this year! Tragically, I lost a million dollar bet with
Sarah because I foolishly believed that HAPPY CLAMZ was a Great Harbour Trawler, not a Krogen Manatee, as Doug and
Leslie are traveling with Great Harbour SEVEN TENTHS. The two boats are a day ahead of us, and on their way to
the GHTA Rendezvous. I was sure HC was a
GH, and Sarah phoned Leslie to prove me wrong!
Paid the debt with ½ a cantaloupe that Sarah said “tasted like a million
in Portsmouth, VA, and docked (in the North Basin) and dined (at the
Commodore Theater—bucket list check!)
with Doug, Leslie, Henry and Debby.
to check the props. Sure enough, the
starboard prop was badly bent, and the rudder banged up a bit as well.
|Dings in a propeller are NOT a good thing!|
was Tuesday, and we had to wait until Friday to get the props back from the
repairman, we decided to make a run to St. Pete and pick up the car! Found a cheap flight via Miami, and got to
the airport by taxi in plenty of time.
Plenty of time. Some sort of
issue with the airplane’s windshield prevented take off until we’d missed our
connection in Miami, so the Airline gave us a hotel room, and at 5:30 the next morning we
were headed for St. Pete. Chatted at and
checked out the newly re-done St. Pete Municipal Marina Office, got a USA Today at the Hampton
Inn, and headed north. An overnight in
Bluffton, SC, and Thursday we were checked into the hotel overlooking that free
dock at the North Basin.
docked at the N. Basin, so we accepted the BOGO Lunch offer we’d received the
night before at the Marina restaurant, and Saturday morning headed out.
noon. After a delicious afternoon rain I
went to the Farm Fresh Market (yum) and that was our day! Sunday was Flag Day, and the big flag went up
to celebrate. There was lots of boat traffic in the Bay around
Thimble Shoals and Mobjack Bay, and by 2:30 we were happy to arrive at
Deltaville. The temp was 81 degrees with 100%
humidity—and it is only mid-June!
and discovered INSANDITY was our neighbor. This Great Harbour N-37 was PELICAN with its’
former owners. Enjoyed meeting and chatting with Chuck and Joyce.
|YOUNG AMERICA & INSANDITY at Deltaville|
a/c. Went for a dinghy ride when it
cooled a bit, and just relaxed. Tuesday
morning, as we headed into the Chesapeake, SHINGABISS hailed us on the
radio. Liz and Steve had come into
Deltaville the night before….
of the Potomac. At 2:30 we’d turned into the St. Mary’s River,
where the Great Harbour Rendezvous was scheduled at the Corinthian Yacht Club.
The dock was alive with GH owners, and we pulled into a slip where we would stay for a week.
Harbour boaters—business meeting, winery tour, concert at St. Mary’s, good
food, camaraderie and all that jazz!
Sunday morning we piled into a rental car with Joe and Punk (CAROLYN ANN) and drove to Portsmouth to bring
our car the rest of the way to where we are—or will be! What great friends are
they! Had a good lunch together at the
Gosport Tavern in P’mouth, then drove two cars to Solomons, MD—our final
destination for the boat—and Joe and Punk returned us to YOUNG AMERICA. Whew!
yacht club off the St. Mary’s River—first stop on the Maryland side of the
Potomac. The Patuxent River is the next
major river flowing into the Chesapeake Bay north of the Potomac. Solomons (and now YOUNG AMERICA as well as
our car) is at the south end of the Patuxent.
We are now, and have been since June 22, at the Marina behind the
Holiday Inn in Solomons, on the same dock we lived on in 2011 when we were
|Becda & Casey have a dinghy ride with Grandad Fred|
We have hotel privileges—free morning coffee, USA Today every day,
gorgeous big swimming pool, workout center with sauna, and Isaac’s restaurant. The Library, barbershop, nail salon and Maritime
Museum are within easy walking distance. There is a UU Congregation 15 minutes
away, and a movie theater 20 minutes in the other direction. Chris and Jen live just 1-1/2 hours away— There are plenty of
good restaurants and a market with fresh seafood—we bought a dozen steamed
crabs and learned how to take them apart—and new friends in boats tied up on
the dock and old friends passing through.
Not to mention Geoff, Amy and Pete stopping on their way to their new
posting at Carlyle, PA—the Army War College.
|Geoff, Amy & Pete came for dinner. Great to have them in the US|
went to book club at Jen’s house, and she and the kids have come down to spend
a day on the water!
The good news is that I am now old enough that I no longer have to take off my shoes at the
airport! Fred and the girls very
generously planned and executed a fabulous Birthday Party for me!
serving; there was great food, wonderful background music, and cake and ice cream after the reading of the
Desiderata and Let if be a Dance (words I’ve lived by). Coincidentally, the UU had a brand new
Labyrinth built into the lawn outside for folks to explore. It was a spectacular afternoon! I’m incredibly blessed—and looking forward
with gratitude to many more happy years!
time we’ve had in a long time. No deadlines,
no major boat work. Sunny days and
pleasant evenings! And air conditioning!
Squadron meeting the end of this month.
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That’s over 60 miles a day.
Considering that one day we went a total of 10 miles, it isn’t bad.
planned leaving St. Pete, so a bit of anxiety was hanging over us. The worst thing to have when you are boating
is a date sensitive destination! June 16
(the day the Great Harbour Trawlers Association meeting begins on the Potomac
River in Chesapeake Bay) seemed a whole lot closer then than it does now. So we will just keep doing what we are
doing—which, I might add, is very much unlike us. We’ve been underway between 6:30 and 7:00 AM
almost every single day! Not the way we
cruised for much of our 8 years, but very effective for this trip.
the way. We finally stopped at Marina
Jack in Sarasota. It’s been a bucket
list item for awhile. Check.
|Kayak rentals, condos, pool—what’s not to like?|
South of that, on Captiva Island, we happened
onto T’ween Waters, a neat marina/resort—reminiscent of Banana Bay in the
Keys —with pools and hot tubs and boaters who return and return because they
love the place. And we may do that, too…
Florida to the east coast involves riding along the Caloosahatchee River (have to
mention it just because I love the name!) crossing Lake Okachobee, (a shallow lake that can kick up like crazy,
but for our crossing it was a mill pond), and then transiting the St. Lucie
canal to Stuart, FL. Water levels in this waterway are balanced by 5 locks,
and I can’t figure out how they do it.
About a month ago, we wouldn’t have been allowed into the waterway
because water in Lake Okechobee was too low to maintain a 9 foot depth. When we passed through, we were taken up a
mere 1 ft. to 1-1/2 foot in each of the first three locks. Crossed the lake and the lock at Ft. Mayaca
was wide open at both ends. We simply
drove through with 17 feet of water under the boat. Then, 25 miles later, we locked down 12 feet
to get back to sea level. Dunno, but it worked.
we stopped for the night in a marina that had dockage space for a 37′ boat, but not for the 44′ boat we have become. To resolve both issues, we put Chucky back on top of the boat. A temporary fix, to be sure. More to follow.
the beginning of summer and of the boating season. Typically, we prefer to be tied up somewhere
when enthusiastic boaters who seem to have more horsepower than common sense
take to the waterways.
|It was too windy for our big holiday flag, so the little flag flew
at 1/2 staff till noon on Memorial Day to honor our fallen heroes.
Lucie lock to Stuart, FL was that place for us this year. Uffda.
Big boats, little boats, jetskis, water skiers, small children being
towed in tubs and YOUNG AMERICA, a big lump of fiberglass plodding along in the
channel, being tossed hither and yon by wakes.
Not pretty. That was
Saturday. On Sunday and Monday, we left
our dock at 6:30 am, well before the pleasure boaters came out to play. Somehow we missed their morning travel, and we
moseyed along happily while they basked in the sun. By 3 in the afternoon, when it was time for
them all to go home (and more than a few were, no doubt, full of beer) we were
snugly secured in a marina.
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|YOUNG AMERICA and WHO KNEW tied up at
Kilkenny Creek Marina
At Kilkenny Creek we decided to pass up the anchorage in favor of the Marina there. Glad we did. Got to relax in the rocking chairs provided and watch the fishing boats (they caught flounder and big trout!) be lifted out of the water to their trailers, instead of backing the truck and trailer down a ramp into the water. Neat. WHO KNEW came in behind us, and we spent a very pleasant evening with Ted and Amy having dinner at the Marker 107 Restaurant—really, really busy on a Thursday evening. Who knew?
|Tied up in front of the sailboat DESIDERATA (a family favorite)
at Ross Marine, 5 miles west of Charleston, SC.
Another is the young couple driving a runabout out of the Ashapoo-Cooksaw Cutoff–a skinny channel connecting two Rivers with great names! On our VHF radio, we could hear the two big boats ahead of us decide that the water was too shallow for them, and make other arrangements. I flagged down the runabout and asked how much water was in the cutoff. “How much do you need?” was the reply. When I said 3 feet, the couple in the boat—BLING THANG—very nicely led us through, weaving from side to side to find the deeper water.
|2 hours each way from Sumter. Thanks, Paula!|
On Monday we motored to Butler Island, where Liz and Steve aboard SHINGEBISS rafted to the side of YOUNG AMERICA so we could have dinner together. They are friends from the
Loop in 2009 who became our Minneapolis/St.Paul mentors when we went up the Mississippi. They now have rented out their St. Paul home, and are full time cruisers. What a treat to spend an evening together. And Liz taught me how to use my iPad to gather navigating information while cruising! Kicking and screaming I’m being dragged into the 21st Century!
|Steve and Liz relax aboard the ‘new’ SHINGEBISS|
So onward, and upward. We shall mosey along, and be in touch once again. I’ve now learned to put photos on Facebook–it is actually easier than the blog, but we’ve made this blog a photo journal of our Travels, and so will continue to muddle along with it. Maybe one day I’ll figure out how to reunite the photos that got separated from text when Google revamped blogspot. If anyone has a clue, I’d love to hear about it!
Be well, remember to breathe and we’ll talk again!
there! (as Big Jon and Sparkie said way back when I was a youth! I found them on the Internet, of course, and even got to listen to the marginally famous Big Jon and Sparkie
Birthday Song! If you don’t know it,
feel free to phone. I’ll be happy to
sing it for you!
St. Pete since the holidays. And
fabulous holidays they were! All three
Mangelsdorfs, that is, Linda, Geoff—with
Amy and Pete, and Alan—with Holly, Paul, Laurel and Hazel; and a Carhart—Jen,
with Chris, Matt, Casey and Becca joined us in person. The rest of our blended family, Kris, John, Tarryn, Ron,
Devyn, Molly, Keith, JT, Ada, Jimmy and Katie all showed up in photo form on
Christmas Eve. Splendid!
|Photos of the New Yorkers spelled out Merry Christmas!|
Beach, the Winter’s Tale Clearwater Aquarium, the Nutcracker (performed by the
Moscow Ballet at the Mahaffey Theater), and to the beautiful Dali Museum—where a very strange and
interesting Picasso/Dali exhibit was presented; as well as hang out over pizza
at the pool, take a short ride on YOUNG AMERICA
and generally relax and enjoy each
other’s company. The time flew by, and we treasure the happy memories!
bit, Fred and I began to put together the 2014 Winter Work List! It turned out to have 50 some items on
it—many of which will remain well into 2015, and maybe beyond! Quite a few
items have been checked off, though, I am happy to report.
at the St. Pete Indy Car races, and sold a fair amount of liquid refreshment (beer and water) to
|Co-Pilot Fred watching Hugh land at Opalaca Airport, Miami|
A super treat in Feb. was a flight to Miami with Hugh and Sharissa Hazeltine (BLUE SKIES) in their Beachcraft Bonanza! Left St. Pete at 7:30 am, returned at 7 pm., and had a great day at the Boat Show!
Note: Next year the Miami Boat Show will be in the Miami Marine Stadium where we anchored in 2009. It was a MESS, and I commented that people were working on rehab. Apparently they’ve succeeded!
Also in February, I spent a long weekend in
Illinois with my brother, Gene, his daughter Sandi and daughter-in-law
Mary. Sadly, in the two years since his
wife died, Gene has not transitioned well, and in March Sandi helped him relocate
to the memory care section of HarborChase of Plainfield, IL (10 minutes from Sandi’s home) where he now
lives. A tough transition, and very challenging for all…..
our new favorite airline, Allegient Air.
In April, we were delighted to find a 2-1/2 hour direct flight from the
small airport in Clearwater to Stewart Airport in Newburgh, NY—10 minutes from our
|Us with 4 daughters, 2 s-i-ls, 5/7 of the grandkids and the Easter Bunny|
we visited with family and with friends, we lunched in Boston, spent a weekend in CT at a Power Squadron get
together, and drove to Swarthmore, PA for the funeral of one of the Dozen
Cousins—Paul Mangelsdorf, who died at the age of 92. It was Fred’s first return to the campus
where he and his Cousin Clark were the only members of the 1953 Class of the School of Civil
been catching up on overdue maintenance and repair. A major home improvement was the addition of
screen doors! Can’t wait to get to Georgia where those big black flies fly! Nah Nah! The
screens have two important features: one, they are so fine as to be nearly invisible, and two, when a person walks into them, (and we both have), the screen gives way, and self corrects! Perfect!
Another is the addition of a (removable) Yoga Swing on the back deck. Melanie, a Yoga teacher, came to show us how to use it, and Plan A is that we will both become strong and fit—with core muscles that really work! Hmmmm.
All is not new…Once again, the floors have
been coated with protectant. They look
much better, and next time will most likely have to just be replaced. Lots of fading and honest wear—call that ‘dents and dings’
but they do look much better, and work just fine.
The directors chairs that Fred rebuilt and has sat upon to drive the boat for 20 some years got yet another new coat of paint. In the photo, the arms are swinging from a tree branch while the legs are sprayed on a small tarp. One chair at a time.
from the Municipal Marina to Gandy Blvd.—about 95 blocks north, to the yard where
Endeavor Catamarans are built and sold. Russ, the Davit
guy, found a space for us here while he installs a new lift system for Chucky (the bright blue dinghy) on the
swim platform. More on that as it
involves finishing the davits and other yard work—for instance, we were hauled onTuesday to discover why our max speed coming here was only 4.8 kn. It seems that sitting still in warm (currently 80+ degrees) salt
water has made our waterline, props and skegs a haven for tiny barnacles. The barnacles been scraped away, and hopefully we’ll be under way before they attack again. In summer Gulf boaters hire divers very frequently to clean the bottom, we have learned. Time to move on!
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events transpire! Trust all is well with
you, and that you look forward to a sunny summer, wherever you are! Do remember to breathe!
fleeting years by saying that each year represents a fraction of the total
number of years lived. Hence to a 2 year
old, one year is ½ of life, and therefore a very long time. By the time the fraction is 1/74th
it’s a very short hop to go from January to January. Thanks, Gene.
has flown by for us. We did leave YOUNG
AMERICA in Mobile, at Turner Marine. I
had a great visit in Albuquerque
|Maureen and Freddie and Albuquerque’s hot air balloons|
with nurse friends Maureen and Freddie, and
then flew back to Newburgh, where Fred was spending time with daughter Linda as
she recouped from her knee replacement.
Happily, she is doing very well!
something happening—this time we stayed an extra week to attend the
Congregational meeting at the UUCRT, and add to the number needed for a
quorum. Quorum was met, and the vote was
overwhelmingly positive to call the Rev. Chris Antal to become a settled ½ time
minister. Very exciting!
pre-Thanksgiving dinner with the families of our kids. Kids.
Hah. The oldest, Geoff, who is in Germany, has turned 50. The other 6, who (all but the daughter in VA)
showed up that day, are 42 and up. They
are, and shall remain, our kids. We had
a great time and laughed a lot! But why didn’t I take any pictures?????
the car and headed south. We arrived at
Turner’s on Wednesday, just in time for the annual turkey dinner. Fabulous.
And then the stay in Mobile got extended as well. We’d planned on having the generator’s fuel
pump replaced—it was on order while we were away.
|Brett checking the shaft seals|
install it, the conversation turned to the carbon on the engine room floor; a
product of misaligned shaft seals. The
following Monday the parts were ordered, and on Friday the boat was hauled, so
the new shaft seals could be put in place.
|Returning to the sea|
were back in the water, heading east
panhandle. On the morning of the second
day we passed a 42’ Jefferson that appeared to be hard aground. It was 10 a.m. and the tide wouldn’t turn
until 4:00 to lift them off, so Fred maneuvered our boat while I tossed them a
100’ light line attached to a 100’ really heavy line. With the heavy line cleated to their bow and
attached to the towing ring on our stern, we were able to drive away, and they
(Craig and Kathy aboard NORTHERN STAR) came bopping along behind us. Lines were retrieved without incident,
thankfully, and we all motored on to the new (to us) free dock at Ft. Walton
|Kathy brought one of her quilts aboard to show us. Beautiful!|
then, one of our favorite stops, Appalachicola.
What a hoot to chat with a couple on the dock, and after a minute say “Wait
a minute, aren’t you Peter and Pam?”
They were—we met them two years ago when they were moving from MA and
building a home in Appalachicola. We
chuckled as Pam had just noted to Peter that she liked “that boat, but not as
much as the other one like it” they had seen before.
Appalachicola at noon, motored east to the East Pass, and headed across the
Gulf. At midnite we saw a huge orange
moon rising off our port bow, and for the rest of the night (and for the first
time ever) we could see 360 degrees of horizon!
|Moon over the Gulf. The red is our running light reflected on the rail.|
Gulfport Marina on the west side of St. Petersburg.
run around the peninsula into Tampa Bay, and lo and behold, our friends at the
Municipal Marina were able to find an empty slip for us. We tied up the boat, called Enterprise and
headed back to Mobile to pick up our car.
Man, it is a LONG way to Mobile.
And just as far back! So from the 15-17 of Dec. we were on the road
Dock at SPMM, and busily decorating—tonight Fred built a light tree using the
VHF antennas. What a hoot!
counted this afternoon and it is 311 steps –less than a city block—from the door of the Marina to the door of the Hampton
Inn where, beginning Monday, four of the aforementioned ‘kids’—this time including
Geoff and family from Germany, and Jen and family from VA—will stay as they
join us for the Holidays.
to a happy Holiday Season. That is our
wish for you, as well. May your days be
merry and bright, and may all your good dreams come true!
until May, so this will be the last epistle for this year and half of
next. Happy New Year!!!
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