Where are we?

Well there's the metaphysical aspect to that question and then there's the practical.  Here's the answer to the practical:   Our marina map.  Click on Mill Creek Marina in the upper left and zoom out to see where we are. If you put the map in satellite mode you can actually see the dock.  Way cool.  

Like Sands Through the Hourglass

We have a chalkboard in our kitchen that's been used for leaving notes, grocery lists, calculating math homework, phone numbers, etc.  One great suggestion we received when talking about leaving on this sailing adventure was set a date & stick to it.  You'll never have enough money and the "to-do" list will never be complete. At some point, if you want to go, you just have to go.  So we have our date and barring some great work opportunity, we're planning to stick to it.  Sorry, we're not ready to go public with it yet.  Every morning we erase out a number and fill in the new countdown number on our trusty chalkboard.    

Last week I looked at the number and started thinking it didn't seem right.  It wasn't.  Yikes!!!!  Our countdown was 30 days too long.  So in one fell swipe of the eraser we've lost 30 days. . .  Just breathe!

1 17/32" Equals One Less thing to Worry About

Last week was huge in terms of checking things off the list.  We put in the counterpoise for our Single Side-Band/Ham Radio.  The SSB/Ham will let us talk to people and, once we add another expensive piece of equipment to the system, send & receive e-mail.  The counterpoise is composed of 2" wide copper foil that we've glued to the hull in the cockpit lockers.  The more counterpoise, the stronger our signal.  That's the theory at least.  We haven't tested it yet. 

The other problem we tackled was giving us the heebie jeebies.  This

used to be the bottom 1 17/32" of our 58 foot mast.  It's supposed to be flat across the bottom.Notice the pitting in the metal and the missing metal!    That's the base of the whole rig.   The mast is aluminum and it goes through the cabin top and rests on a stainless steel plate that sits on the keel. Very strong but dis-similar metals corrode.  The chemical reaction between the stronger, more noble, metal corrodes the weaker, less noble metal.  Stainless steel is one of the most noble metals and aluminum is not.   Visions of being in a 30 knot blow and having the weak side of the mast bottom collapse, sending the whole rig into the ocean was not comforting so we took action and advantage of the warm spell last week.   We made our way over to Bert Jabin's Marina where they'd agreed to pull our mast, lay it on the ground for a few hours and put it back in at a fixed cost.  

We did this procedure 10 years ago and it was quite dramatic.  The less experienced yard had a crane not quite big enough for our mast.  They lifted up and the corrosion was so bad all 9 tons of boat lifted up out of the water too.  It let loose with a bang and the boat dropped back into the water as the mast shot up narrowly missing Russ but taking out our cabin heater.  

Jabin's knows what they're doing and they have the equipment to do it right.  At 2500 pounds of pull they stopped tugging and Russ pounded on the base as we jiggled it from on deck.  Pull was increased to 3100 pounds we jiggled more, hammered more and out she came.  Not with a dramatic whomp which was just fine.  

As often happens with boat projects a small project turns into a bigger one.  We decided as long as the mast was down to add spreader lights that will illuminate the deck, fill a bunch of holes, fix the corrosion and try to prevent it from happening again and a few other items.  An overnight stay was planned and we'd go back in Thursday morning. 

To try to slow down or prevent the corrosion problem we painted the new clean edge with rust prevention paint and then multiple coats of base paint.  Then wrapped the whole thing in super electrical tape. 

 

A separation between stainless and aluminum was called for so we cut out a piece of 1/4" Lexan that would sit in the tabs of the mast step and then the mast would sit on it.  We also sprayed CRC on the step to prevent corrosion.  And since sailors are a superstitious lot, we siliconed a coin onto the Lexan as tradition requires.  Don't know how we'd been lucky in our sailing so far since there was no coin under the mast!

Thursday morning a gale was blowing, literally.  Winds gusting to 40 knots.  No way was our mast going to be swinging from the end of a crane in that wind. So we got another day to find more projects to do on the mast.

So glad we put that lucky coin in place

 because the mast was put back in on Friday the 13th!

A few puffs made getting the mast back in a bit of a challenge.  Russ was below guiding the base onto the mast step and I was on deck holding onto our roller furling to pull the mast upright against the wind.  I was glad when one of the yard guys lent a hand.

The black lines on the mast are measuring the kids' heights.  We started doing it when we first got Andante and updated it when we got to interesting places or events.  So now they'll be 1 17/32 shorter and then add 1/4" for the Lexan . . . 

We put the standing rigging back on and tightened everything enough to see us back to our slip.  Fine tuning will come later . . . 

Necessity is the mother of adventure

It's Russ' early birthday blitz sail overnighter and best present of all, Josh is coming along with us.  A mad rush to put groceries on board and a split second decision not to bring the dinghy.  "We don't need the dinghy do we?"  I stared at the slate gray coolness of the day and weighed that against the need to get Chessie ashore . . . "OK."  

There was a change of heart over leaving the dinghy about 2/3 of the way across the bay as we donned foul weather gear.  And so, necessity is the Mother of Adventure!  We never would've gone swimming in that "refreshing" water if not for the need to get Chessie ashore.  Josh wouldn't have gotten into a rousing game of fetch the stick with Chessie.  We wouldn't have compared the size of each other's goose bumps or debated what felt warmer, air or water.  So maybe it was a good thing that we left the dinghy behind.

We were thrilled when Josh said during dinner that he'd like to go sailing this summer.  He's gone through a like (when he was really little) to a not too happy to go sailing state so it was an exciting pronouncement and one we were happy to fulfill.  Thus the seeds of our summer blitz 2000 were planted.

Homestretch

Nice passage down to Cape May and we dropped the hook for a few hours to wait for a favorable tide in Delaware Bay.  Delaware Bay continues to solidify its reputation in our minds as a  . . . difficult . . . body of water.  Very shallow with lots of spots to navigate around, long and narrow so the tides are funneled through a narrow channel making them stronger and,  lots of big ship traffic.  The tide cycle is not long enough to carry us all the way so we either start out with the tide against us or end with it against us.  

Did I mention the big ship traffic?  Shore lights silhouetted the darkened, towering hulks as they churned past at 20+ knots.  Their bulbous bows pushed water aside like a bulldozer at a landfill.  The quarterwave seemed to suck it all back in , leaving vivid images of what would happen to a little 34 footer caught in this self-made wave pool.  When the Bay really narrowed down, we hugged just to the outside of the channel markers to stay in the clear.

Russ let me sleep 5 hours straight.  A little guilt but I slept like a baby.

Homestretch now.  I figure we've sailed 1050 miles since leaving Annapolis on June 30.  We've spent 15 1/2 days on the boat for a daily average of 70 miles.  Our dinghy has not touched water since Portland.  

Next time it'll be nice to slow down a bit.  'Til then ~ Fair winds & following seas.  Russ + Alison

Hell Gate

The constant roar of cars scurrying to and fro is drowned out only by the thundering din of planes taking off overhead.  And then there was the all night disco party boat that came in around 3am.  Our quiet, peaceful anchorage is at the end of LaGuardia's main runway!  We tucked in here last night to wait for a more favorable tide through Hell Gate.

Hell Gate, at certain times of the tidal cycle, richly deserves its name.  The waters of Long Island sound become the East River which narrows significantly here. Water funnels through the narrowing channel as the tide turns.  The tide can crank along at 4+ knots.  We like to motor around 5 knots so if that 4 knots is against you it's going to take a while.  The original dutch explorers named it.    Early log books from the 1600 and 1700's talk about giant whirlpools, reefs, islands and rocks.  One out of every 50 ships that ran Hell Gate were either damaged or sunk.  In an average year, 1000 ships ran aground in Hell Gate.

In 1850, a public spirited citizen of New York paid an engineer $15000 to blast the reefs in Hell Gate. Over a several months numerous blasts reduced the reef to between 9 to 24 feet below the surface with the side benefit of the whirlpool disappearing.  The U.S. Army Corps of Engineers picked up the project and at 11:13:50 on October 10, 1885, 12 year old Mary Newton turned the key that set off the largest man-made explosion until the atomic bomb. 

Rain drizzled and skyscrapers rose into the clouds as we motored along.  This city just teems with life and seeing it from the water offers an interesting perspective.  

Huntington Homecoming

I was Captain for the day yesterday.  We've been taking turns and it's really helping my sailing skills and probably more importantly my confidence.  Russ was sound asleep as we neared his hometown of Huntington.  A quick chat and we decided to duck in.  

We motored in past the restored lighthouse, the float that he swam out to as a kid, the beach he played on, "Sand City" the teenagers hangout beach, and the gorgeous tudor style house he grew up in.  He pointed out where his sister, Debbie, wrecked his 1963 La Mans convertible - white with red interior.  I stood up for her since I knew the wreck wasn't her fault.

Andante was snugged up to the town pier and we strolled the streets.  Past the gas station where sister, Patty, ran out into traffic and hit a car.  (She was very little and wasn't hurt, thank goodness.)  Past the road to Russ' first girlfriend's house (Pam Ely's house - double date in 6th grade with Doug Rink to a movie.)  Past the boat yard where his Dad worked on their wooden boat and got some sort of lead or toxic poisoning that landed him in the hospital for a week.  And voila, there was the same grocery store, King Cullen.  

Memories are such strange things - no kid who was being dragged through the grocery store would ever think they'd look back on that place and time with nostalgia.  But what a great place to have a memory of - hopefully you're utterly taken care of by someone that loves you and surrounded by more plenty than a lot of people will see in their lifetime.  Do you remember the grocery store you frequented as a child? The one I have the earliest memories of was the A&P. 

Cruising is Fixing your boat in exotic places

Russ and his family spent a lot of time sailing on Long Island Sound and he has fond memories of "Port Jeff."  The family all asleep in their bunks one night and suddenly the boat titled over.  They were high and dry and ended up trying to sleep on the beach.  When the sun came up they were there at an angle for all to see.

We located an alternator repair shop and loaded it into a backpack for the trek.  The alternator man was great.  Diagnosis we'd fried our alternator trying to charge very flat batteries.  "I can fix it in a couple of (my heart sank) days.  That'll be $85."  No problem.  

Next task was to haul our 60 pound battery to get it charged.  With the battery loaded into a canvas bag we set off up the hill stopping every 50 feet or so to pry fingers off the handles and switch sides.  The tire and battery store put it on the trickle charger at no charge.

Stroll around town, some great pizza,k write some postcards and battery and newly painted alternator were ready.  My determined, ingenious, intelligent, ideal husband comes through again!