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With Skip and Harriet at Sake-Sushi. There was no room on the table for elbows when the excellent  meal was served!

With Skip and Harriet at Sake-Sushi. There was no room on the table for elbows when the excellent meal was served!

We pulled out of Vero Beach on Tuesday after a great sushi and Thai dinner with friends Harriet and Skip Hardy. They are gracious, fun people. It is people like them that make cruising a grand experience.

We went very few miles north to our secret ;) anchorage where we wrapped our minds around what it was going to take to time our trip north to Brunswick given tides, currents and insurance company demands.

Two days later we were at Cocoa Village. We had dining plans (Thai and sushi again) that we set aside in favor of ingredients calling to us from the supply lockers. Chicken with red wine and balsamic vinegar and bow tie pasta and zucchini, vegetarian Greek pizza and several delicious snacks (try olive tapenade mixed with tuna for a spread).

Today, we left at 1130 and sailed up to north of the NASA Causeway and anchored in one of the dredging holes from when the causeway was installed when the country still sought to be a leader in Space. The weather continued to be gorgeous, and the sea breeze pop-up rain showers stayed well to the east and west.

A few other boats joined us and didn’t snuggle close when they anchored. Now a 12 knot breeze is cooling us as we watch Oxbow* win the Preakness — while a B-25 Mitchell bomber shoots touch and gos to our west.

Tomorrow, there’s an obstruction in New Smyrna we want to have high tide to clear, so that may keep us from sailing as much as we have since entering Fort Pierce (almost 100%).

Beyond New Smyrna things are pretty straight forward until the hazards in the Sawpit, the Amelia and Crooked Rivers as well as Jekyll Creek. High tides favor going inside from Jacksonville Beach to Brunswick. Currents only favor going offshore from the St. Johns to St. Mary’s. We shall see what we shall see.

We’re not ready for this cruise to end. We aren’t ready for harbornating in Brunswick, but the meteorological calendar (and the insurance company) says it is time.

*Oxbow is also the name of Janet’s sister’s and her husband’s ranch in East Texas on the Neches River. It’s a winner, too.

Change of Plans/Plans for Changes

Removing a mooring -- tight fit -- well done

Woke up to the sound of this — Backhoe is removing a mooring — tight fit — well done

A few weeks ago we decided we really wanted to get to the Bahamas (Exumas) early next year and extend our time in the islands to five months vs three. The best way to do that is start sooner or start from farther south. Having lived in the Cocoa, Florida area for three years in the 70s, we knew we could handle the heat (Sea breeze + beach + pool + A/C). We also wanted to do some recce on neighborhoods and such, since we will likely end up in this part of Florida.

We made a reservation at a marina we really like. Yay!

  • Problem one — we knew this — the nearest haulout facility that would accept transients for haulout in a hurricane situation is 15 miles ( 2 hrs) away.
  • Problem two — we didn’t know this — visiting boaters no longer are allowed to use the condo pool.
  • Problem three — the insurance company wanted a pre-paid haulout contract for hurricanes — no one we talked to in Florida will do that.

So we found an hurricane shelter marina with a pool and haulout facility on site. Yay!

  • Problem one — they wanted to be named as an insured on our policy.
  • Problem two — they required us to sign up to an open-ended agreement for boat preparation and movement in a hurricane situation to cover us not leaving the marina when they asked us to. (They can’t demand it, see below.)
  • Problem three — no boat work allowed in the slip. ?!?!?!

So we re-read our insurance policy and talked to our very good broker. Not so yay!

  • Problem one — staying in Florida would likely more than double our insurance premium.
  • Problem two — our insurer explicitly will not insure marinas or boat yards.
  • Problem three — we could lose some very important policy features by having to find another insurer.

So we looked up Florida law on the limits on marinas in event of tropical systems and discovered the law passed in 1994 and upheld in two appeals only prevents the marina from forcing you out in the event of a hurricane. The only limit it places on what they can charge one for not leaving is “reasonable.” There are still cases in adjudication from storms 3 & 4 years past.

So we said something unrepeatable to ourselves and called the dockmaster at Brunswick Landing Marina in Georgia. (We have stayed there four times.) This facility is considered a hurricane hole as much as there can be such a thing. She didn’t think there was room left. I said we’d take the manger. She said email us the details. A few hours later her associate emailed us. “Come on, we’ll see you soon.

“Whew!

So we will summer there. It’s north of Cumberland Island; our policy covers us north of there without modification and has since we switched to this company. It’s actually the one place we would be willing to travel from without hauling the boat if no storms were looming.

We aren’t sure what the implications of all this are for our plan to live in Florida and keep Brilliant Star there… pfui!

Port Everglades >> West End Gallery

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Going Coastal

Time to Go!

Time to Go!

Yesterday was a beautiful day. The sun literally exploded from the horizon as we prepared to leave Lake Worth for Port Everglades. We decided to take the channel we’d seen all the Megayachts use. No wonder they used it. It was eight or  more feet deep from end to end and two thirds the length of the ICW route.

It was uncrowded between the jetties and lumpy where the scend of the sea met the tide. For a while we were crawling South at 5.6 mph (we just kept the instruments on ICW settings). Gradually, the eddies around this inlet (we used to SCUBA dive from here) let go of us, and we also worked our way inshore. A frontal system slid across us and clouded things for a while, but it also pulled the wind into the west a bit more, and we set the inner staysail. It added about a half mph, and we made our way into Port Everglades for a run of only seven hours, fifty minutes. Not bad; we missed 21 time restricted bridges.

Along the way we were buzzed (legally) by a J-3 Piper Cub with its doors open. Boy did that bring back memories. Most of the sport fishermen we saw were using kites for outrigger extensions, so I hope that Cub stayed upwind of them.

When we pulled into Port Everglades it was a mini-madhouse — Megayachts, racing dinghies towed in on 10 or longer tows, ocean power boats chopping their throttles at the last second. Heavy squalls blowing towards the port from inland, little powerboats running this way and that — the tide pushing us toward the bridge, and the bridge tender opening a tad early it seemed (in pity?).

Fortunately, we arrived at very nearby Lake Sylvia at half tide rising as we encountered a six foot bar at the entrance. Nice place. But it’s not the Georgia outback — water skiers, lookie-lous, blimps, banner towing airplanes, hooting cruise ships (they sounded the Danger five blasts; I bet that is normal practice here), police boats, loons ululating, athletic shoes looking like headless loon sergeants, blue glowing palm trees…

Welcome to south Florida, the first place I ever heard “marke dos para Inglés.

“Plan B” Crosses Our Anchored Bow

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What on Earth was “Plan A?” [See the helicopter rotors behind the satellite dome?]

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