tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65160689755567761432024-03-17T14:04:16.940-04:00Adventures of the Yacht White PepperBe sure to click on the pictures for the best results. Posting comments is difficult on Blogger. See my remarks in Dec. 2007 The new e-mail address is kvstein@gmail.com. Thanks.Karl & Jan Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10719239009893221085noreply@blogger.comBlogger289125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6516068975556776143.post-62796340166478540782022-12-11T23:29:00.003-05:002022-12-12T09:03:11.984-05:00<p style="text-align: center;">LAST POST</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">The buyer signed the acceptance letter today; so I guess the <i>White Pepper </i>has been sold. The check will likely come next week.</p><p style="text-align: left;">She has been on the market for over one year. This time has allowed me to accept that I am no longer <b>strong</b> enough, <b>smart</b> enough or <b>brave</b> enough to sail her on the open ocean. She was always a big and powerful boat and is now too much to handle. I can no longer justify the endless expense now that I am retired. Finally, my health has deteriorated to the point that should not be too far from a well-equipped emergency room. <i>White Pepper </i>had not changed; I had changed. Still the news brought me no joy--only great sadness.</p><p style="text-align: left;">I can vividly remember the first day I saw her in the backyard of her previous owner in Cape Cod 33 years ago. Since that day she has never let me down. Of course, no boat will take care of you unless you take care of her. But I always took very good care of <i>White Pepper. </i>I mentioned in the very first post that maintenance would be part of this blog as it is the crucial factor to success in boating.</p><p style="text-align: left;">I started this blog in 2007. Since then, I have written over 300 post and there have been over 114,000 views. <b> Thank you everyone for sharing this great adventure</b> with Jan and me. Not included in the blog were the many years learning how to sail on Corpus Christi Bay by competing in club races. Then there were the offshore races and three races from Corpus Christi to Vera Cruz, Mexico. The last important event before cruising was a trip to Porto Adventures, Mexico. </p><p style="text-align: left;">During the years covered by this blog 2007-2022 I estimate that Jan and I lived on <i>White Pepper </i>for about 5 years. Being on the boat for this long brings an intimacy that is hard to describe. Her needs become your needs. Her journeys become your story. Her name becomes your last name. "Oh, look, there goes Jan and Karl White Pepper."</p><p style="text-align: left;">Who is a person? A good husband? A good Christian? A good doctor? Yes, all of that, but for decades I was the owner of <i>White Pepper. </i>I will miss that.</p><p style="text-align: left;">So fair thee well, dear <i>White Pepper! </i>May you serve your new master as well as you served me. I love you.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8f5WFAc8j8Rk5Kh0xPTn_jZb0wJq43kv-6YOe4r-GwtFKo5_UlypSCxOkLzP4izycssacpl9N5_QKNLIwu0VFQoa1xZF2eT_-ri25Ar2JF9x_8g3t16_URNIOGBKjczTL6_hQzXt2zMApM9LMafiNUwpBkStjN1WmNrUoTmlraFq6NhKKsOPJ3SH6/s4032/Last%20picture.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2268" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8f5WFAc8j8Rk5Kh0xPTn_jZb0wJq43kv-6YOe4r-GwtFKo5_UlypSCxOkLzP4izycssacpl9N5_QKNLIwu0VFQoa1xZF2eT_-ri25Ar2JF9x_8g3t16_URNIOGBKjczTL6_hQzXt2zMApM9LMafiNUwpBkStjN1WmNrUoTmlraFq6NhKKsOPJ3SH6/s320/Last%20picture.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Last picture, at the dock in New Orleans</b></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Karl and Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11689985074413135231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6516068975556776143.post-37167435870232726482021-11-27T21:12:00.001-05:002021-11-27T21:16:23.151-05:00Jamming on Lake Pontchartrain<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The best part about being stranded in New Orleans at the Municipal Yacht Harbor has been meeting Joel and Anna and their friends. Joel and Anna own a boat, <i>Ms. B,</i> on the same pier as the <i>White Pepper</i> and are street musicians in New Orleans. They are as new to sailing as we are to their world of playing music for tips on sidewalks and bars. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Jan showed Anna how to tie a cleat knot much to Anna's delight. I helped Joel climb his mast for the first time after carefully instructing him on how use a bosun's chair safely. Then they asked us to tag along on some of their gigs. Anna taught me a new word, <b>to busk.</b> Busking is playing music for tips. What a joy it is to learn short new English word that is so useful!</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxM6wmfOR7d4uWDHKwkclnvXqXb1vh4QjhBWBag8UJX0_oz3b_Ji-SJKWRqU-M28A8kfaqHqbm5HpP5UMUVFg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Anna and Joel at work busking on Royal St.</b></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Joel is so taken with his new passion that he will organize a sailing trip anytime except the weekends--that is when there is work to be done. He will ask his friends to come and they will bring their instruments. After I give a lesson in how to reef the mainsail, they all gather in the cockpit and jam. We have had several magical sails on Lake Pontchartrain.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzfe4uj4ikQF-wTjlJwsfLAwdUIs2r-AA0P27oAzaVZT77dlmsj0UO3q2OJFbMPvJkrt57WuYgVbUou6QpQBg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b>Jammin' on the Lake</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Karl and Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11689985074413135231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6516068975556776143.post-62591119178765070132021-01-28T22:39:00.000-05:002021-01-28T22:39:22.357-05:00Trip to Delacroix<p style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>So I drifted down to New Orleans</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>Where I's lucky to be employed</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>Working for while on a fishing boat</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>Right outside of Delacroix</i></p><p style="text-align: right;">Tangled up in Blue</p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: right;">Bob Dylan</p></blockquote><p><br /></p><p> Years ago my friend and crewmate on <i>White Pepper, </i>Tom Woods, felt that Bob Dylan's "Tangled Up in Blue" was his anthem. By the time we drifted apart I must have listened to the song one hundred times, at least. I wondered what "tangled up in blue" meant, but more so I always wondered where was Delacroix?</p><p>Delacroix is a fishing camp 38 miles south of New Orleans in the heart of the Mississippi River delta. Just follow state highway 38 to 46, then take 300 until it runs out.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qXyXOy0Vjvrm5xleP5RCm4PJgae9FROCn1J1HDUFgTQYAckCHdM0P7VJHpxAUaBQKlAUvOlZrovUbS_oEV2gTGMLJQlXcY_wiLZJQ63BcgGTDvseJcUeA_EJw4mE2KglpMQv3SJg7aI/s2048/End+of+Delacroix+highway.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1662" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qXyXOy0Vjvrm5xleP5RCm4PJgae9FROCn1J1HDUFgTQYAckCHdM0P7VJHpxAUaBQKlAUvOlZrovUbS_oEV2gTGMLJQlXcY_wiLZJQ63BcgGTDvseJcUeA_EJw4mE2KglpMQv3SJg7aI/s320/End+of+Delacroix+highway.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>End of state highway 300</b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbYU248Ie-HmQ-56kgfRX9AHabAb6RDy1pCKubmEazdnqFy6OzV2b1YmPKNeTgcsaoFxq3tu97QBxhOONRTcdn5yeR-HTIWkuG_cGNMzslBEsObcCkVSOIxCNuKA6X_uVsxHu-wtHYSAk/s2048/Shrimp+boat+just+outside+of+Delacroix.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbYU248Ie-HmQ-56kgfRX9AHabAb6RDy1pCKubmEazdnqFy6OzV2b1YmPKNeTgcsaoFxq3tu97QBxhOONRTcdn5yeR-HTIWkuG_cGNMzslBEsObcCkVSOIxCNuKA6X_uVsxHu-wtHYSAk/s320/Shrimp+boat+just+outside+of+Delacroix.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Fishing boat right outside of Delacroix</b></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><i><br />She was working in a topless joint</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>And I stopped in for a beer</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>I just kept looking at the sight of her face</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>In the spotlight so clear</i></p><p>Delacroix is an exotic place in the middle of a watery wilderness. It consists only of boat docks, fishing charters and fishing camps. There is no topless joint and no bar. There is not even a convenience store. There were several dorm like structures on huge stilts. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcuTYxVKMpz7QaIcosntCvz2-MxhxrnrwkwTag3Gb2cEnOfSBmbQU_z0gmqNxLUTsMvew5jL9rZ4GwUKXhpe_oebMhKQHHRhFJnVHkYD_0CryR_6RVOWKBx0N9cythND2NaSHweiGdcZU/s2048/No+problem+with+storm+surge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1227" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcuTYxVKMpz7QaIcosntCvz2-MxhxrnrwkwTag3Gb2cEnOfSBmbQU_z0gmqNxLUTsMvew5jL9rZ4GwUKXhpe_oebMhKQHHRhFJnVHkYD_0CryR_6RVOWKBx0N9cythND2NaSHweiGdcZU/s320/No+problem+with+storm+surge.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Note the extreme precaution against storm surge</b></div><p></p><p>There is no evidence that Bob Dylan ever visited Delacroix, but Jan and I enjoyed our visit. And is was a pleasant drive. Along the way we drove over the N. Claiborne St. Bridge which was the cause of <i>White Pepper's </i>worse day ever as chronicled in a previous post.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk8Yx3wpET-sAOkNyoszAr9iSfSVBdxkxMQi60MYF3UienZpD-3F3xu18-g3AL2eJGGjDr-RX4sDWFw0y_TKfHTxla4hinj3NsOysc162MxKHiJfqE_aadL4OK2P76-CFigFh7fL9nAr0/s2539/2021-01-22+13.20.44.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2539" data-original-width="1239" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk8Yx3wpET-sAOkNyoszAr9iSfSVBdxkxMQi60MYF3UienZpD-3F3xu18-g3AL2eJGGjDr-RX4sDWFw0y_TKfHTxla4hinj3NsOysc162MxKHiJfqE_aadL4OK2P76-CFigFh7fL9nAr0/s320/2021-01-22+13.20.44.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>N. Claiborne St. Bridge</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><p>In New Orleans who do you meet? Musicians! We were so fortunate to meet the crew of <i>Ms. B., </i>an Islander 36. Young Capt. Joel and mate Anna are new to sailing. They seemed happy enough to hang out with two grizzled sailors. Joel with his friend Amin took us sailing on Lake Pontchartrain on a beautiful Sunday. I made a few suggestions about the <i>Ms. B</i>. In return Joel and Amin took out their instruments and jammed while I steered. It was great!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzShvEMlO7OfT2Z97EVGt6WOztSS2DkuqXcp62nDwGLEPm-RWHfSue4d02_XyBaDGEzaKg67THSbkoS4DOTBvvta3JcgOUfC0DGt3sfZ8L8bweQSfAvd2q69uX25YqjGw69PNcz6cQbjo/s2048/2021-01-24+13.26.15.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzShvEMlO7OfT2Z97EVGt6WOztSS2DkuqXcp62nDwGLEPm-RWHfSue4d02_XyBaDGEzaKg67THSbkoS4DOTBvvta3JcgOUfC0DGt3sfZ8L8bweQSfAvd2q69uX25YqjGw69PNcz6cQbjo/s320/2021-01-24+13.26.15.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Amin plays the baritone sax</b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiswWE0Z64L-zd07fwrUITpd-zsiQhI3MZ8Ed3mPuix2UpJMXWjZqLMCJIv4KCQe_cGDgW-kko77bEu5PoGspyX-wa0CJLT-Hhs-HCoVs4b_pgC7gfCvSlRJ2LO8mahjcZIdWSPqpEJ1q0/s2048/Tuba+playing+captain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiswWE0Z64L-zd07fwrUITpd-zsiQhI3MZ8Ed3mPuix2UpJMXWjZqLMCJIv4KCQe_cGDgW-kko77bEu5PoGspyX-wa0CJLT-Hhs-HCoVs4b_pgC7gfCvSlRJ2LO8mahjcZIdWSPqpEJ1q0/s320/Tuba+playing+captain.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Joel plays tuba. He gets a few gigs in New Orleans street bands. He also plays guitar and sings.</b></div><br /><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p>Karl and Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11689985074413135231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6516068975556776143.post-45599612807460869132020-11-15T22:43:00.002-05:002020-11-22T17:42:00.168-05:00Hurricane Zeta<p><span style="font-family: arial;">We could not proceed. The Industrial Lock (Inner Harbor) was closed for two or more months for repairs closing off the Gulf ICW inland route. There was no will to go offshore around the boot of Louisiana with the onset of hurricane season. Indeed tropical storm Cristobal rolled right over New Orleans only 5 days after we left her docked at the New Orleans Municipal Yacht Harbor. That was the day after Memorial Day 2020.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">We assessed that </span><i style="font-family: arial;">White Pepper </i><span style="font-family: arial;">was safer at the NOMYH than in Corpus Christi. There was 360 protection from waves and sturdy floating docks. We did not know that 4 tropical systems would threaten her and two would make direct hits.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">TS Cristobal visited in early June but made only minimal impact with 35 mph winds and high water.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwTp9YfkvDrqXRySrUAsbLdzWL5s4aFd9JGKGKi48mXyq1oyNSk0B7HRRWZPLgK5z1sjbonvyt7uuaADNpthYG4zNalNsiOiF6PpvJQyRsEEdGe5zkcooXGpVZ5GmceondWFSpyBB0yaw/s2048/High+water+mark+for+TS+Cristobal.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwTp9YfkvDrqXRySrUAsbLdzWL5s4aFd9JGKGKi48mXyq1oyNSk0B7HRRWZPLgK5z1sjbonvyt7uuaADNpthYG4zNalNsiOiF6PpvJQyRsEEdGe5zkcooXGpVZ5GmceondWFSpyBB0yaw/s320/High+water+mark+for+TS+Cristobal.jpg" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Jan points out the high water mark of Cristobal</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Hurricanes Laura and Beta struck Louisiana near Lake Charles causing only gusty winds and some high water in New Orleans.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJWKt88nAEWcpZipddiLB_Z7LSrJeoDjykDnTcNeoteeoYPZZSyp9qq_f-nU4GD7t-JIMSBYozp_EHCA3HeRa1bOGCEg0iT9b3ol5ZBAT8-NSZDu3JQ1AKDk231GGHTOBSDISbxszP1fU/s2048/Hurricane+Beta+roof+damage+in+Lake+Charles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJWKt88nAEWcpZipddiLB_Z7LSrJeoDjykDnTcNeoteeoYPZZSyp9qq_f-nU4GD7t-JIMSBYozp_EHCA3HeRa1bOGCEg0iT9b3ol5ZBAT8-NSZDu3JQ1AKDk231GGHTOBSDISbxszP1fU/s320/Hurricane+Beta+roof+damage+in+Lake+Charles.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>View of Lake Charles from I-10. Most of the roofs have blue tarps after hurricanes Laura and Beta.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">However, hurricane Zeta was a different matter. It scored a direct hit on the harbor. There is an official NOAA weather station at New Canal which is about 500 yards from </span><i style="font-family: arial;">White Pepper</i><span style="font-family: arial;">. It recorded 65 knots winds from the east gusting to 85 knots. Then there was an eye that lasted about 20 minutes, followed by 50 knots winds from the west. The water rose 2 feet in 15 minutes and then dropped the same amount in another 15 minutes, according to locals that stayed on their boats during the storm.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaU4giFGRbXTYp3-UL7vhBx3pBDQjI5Zbd2YPNlQHZi0-GR_45BocgWZE2auh6VJ8pP8hQI6BlQL-CQxZmrwSNkgq1coe8vCEutBiDmHvtoV95ZiYG-fvala3AqZSBYaAFdNRluIm3L0s/s1200/New+Canal+data.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaU4giFGRbXTYp3-UL7vhBx3pBDQjI5Zbd2YPNlQHZi0-GR_45BocgWZE2auh6VJ8pP8hQI6BlQL-CQxZmrwSNkgq1coe8vCEutBiDmHvtoV95ZiYG-fvala3AqZSBYaAFdNRluIm3L0s/s320/New+Canal+data.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Wind data from the New Canal Station</b></div><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>White Pepper </i>suffered damage to two starboard side stanchions and a bent toe rail, but otherwise did very well. A stern line was nearly severed. Another few hours of west wind would have probably finished it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpuKPC5XmzKrXdESBD8UabWwzaI-dPnaXYgjG5Wkodko3i3UcYiu0bEStqsjWsmkiA1dW5md44cX_obCFDOga5xvYzp4gUe7qyZ9Ao3XE10ohnbVZ54zjHhw-2MbQ42jPC5dD7fVJW-Ho/s2048/Damage+from+hurricane+Zeta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpuKPC5XmzKrXdESBD8UabWwzaI-dPnaXYgjG5Wkodko3i3UcYiu0bEStqsjWsmkiA1dW5md44cX_obCFDOga5xvYzp4gUe7qyZ9Ao3XE10ohnbVZ54zjHhw-2MbQ42jPC5dD7fVJW-Ho/s320/Damage+from+hurricane+Zeta.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>She rolled into the dock damaging the stanchions</b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCy3Lj3yQ_icIUYWtQC6Irmy5Wf2Du-tDK9fVY0CN-C2ubMPHtcshial2iKBU7gY-Bh5RTNJGY28R92hPkqhQo4JfsZ-B1AXOQ4ATcX_pPNd23YV32fBpyIirZCdhLJZUGzU_VRMVf6pw/s2048/New+high+water+mark+from+hurricane+Zeta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCy3Lj3yQ_icIUYWtQC6Irmy5Wf2Du-tDK9fVY0CN-C2ubMPHtcshial2iKBU7gY-Bh5RTNJGY28R92hPkqhQo4JfsZ-B1AXOQ4ATcX_pPNd23YV32fBpyIirZCdhLJZUGzU_VRMVf6pw/s320/New+high+water+mark+from+hurricane+Zeta.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>New high water mark is much higher with Zeta</b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAguIe3gdupPbwkacQYpHayL3YgKjDuzlomgBq55XK6yOQALDWaQ9LPloN9fOk9M0wLms60HIWA50dRCdA4x1ow-FMJpdLIr1DvRHXnLUy2zfnDzaSy8Yf0ge03sQY5GJT7uNyGJgR7vc/s2048/Sternline+nearly+severed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAguIe3gdupPbwkacQYpHayL3YgKjDuzlomgBq55XK6yOQALDWaQ9LPloN9fOk9M0wLms60HIWA50dRCdA4x1ow-FMJpdLIr1DvRHXnLUy2zfnDzaSy8Yf0ge03sQY5GJT7uNyGJgR7vc/s320/Sternline+nearly+severed.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Stern line is almost severed</b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge1PkjvzWs0rWII-M3jp5YJzc4zX1ymtOxVNMzbFk9xdC-zZub5a5390j8GyXLbZNu3ANBxoULVC9IhX510eJNaBbEwjh30CgmlymRGc7DccetQxO2OBV8I2Qfy8tEMhqA56-XDjH-j2g/s2048/Toe+rail+bent+and+station+bases+broken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge1PkjvzWs0rWII-M3jp5YJzc4zX1ymtOxVNMzbFk9xdC-zZub5a5390j8GyXLbZNu3ANBxoULVC9IhX510eJNaBbEwjh30CgmlymRGc7DccetQxO2OBV8I2Qfy8tEMhqA56-XDjH-j2g/s320/Toe+rail+bent+and+station+bases+broken.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Toe rail bent and stanchion base broken</b></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">All things considered we were quite fortunate to have survived the 2020 hurricane season as well as we did!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4UaKEW_JHjvMCeRSvG6MEGOJgGkrGsGSDiqGBLUuvsK8aD9LEpa_GHG2w8Aq8x6OqphD0W0Peqr0teXoxhGwYNqVaNWNJfqBC4ATgUSZVi3Ge0L8xSbvM49nG6esUQ5NOMbl-rU5LVI/s2048/West+End+Park+NOLA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4UaKEW_JHjvMCeRSvG6MEGOJgGkrGsGSDiqGBLUuvsK8aD9LEpa_GHG2w8Aq8x6OqphD0W0Peqr0teXoxhGwYNqVaNWNJfqBC4ATgUSZVi3Ge0L8xSbvM49nG6esUQ5NOMbl-rU5LVI/s320/West+End+Park+NOLA.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Calm after the storm; West End Park</b></div><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><p></p>Karl and Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11689985074413135231noreply@blogger.com0New Orleans, LA, USA29.951065799999991 -90.07153231.6408319638211459 -125.2277823 58.261299636178833 -54.9152823tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6516068975556776143.post-1070980468897795012020-09-14T13:05:00.000-04:002020-09-14T13:05:45.102-04:00White Pepper's Worst Day Ever<p> </p><p align="left" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">When
I first began this blog in 2007 I read several articles about travel
literature. One of the first travel writers in America was Mark
Twain. Travel was a new possibility for the middle class in the
1880s and Mark Twain wrote several successful accounts of his travels
</span><span style="font-style: normal;">including </span><i>The
Innocents Abroad. </i><span style="font-style: normal;">One rule that
Mark Twain had was that his travel works must be cheerful. He said
that, “the difficulties in travel are so great that to record them
all would be litany of misery.” I have tried to follow his advice
here. However, for this post I will break down and relate the
dreadful events of Memorial Day 2020.</span></span></span></p><p align="left" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p align="left" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span><span></span></span></span></p><p align="left" style="font-size: large; font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span><span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Jan
and I awoke before dawn at Rabbit Island. The plan for the day had
been months in the making because there is no room for error when
crossing the Mississippi River. We would proceed 20 miles down the
Navigation Canal to New Orleans. The we would transit the Inner
Harbor Navigation Lock also known at the Industrial Canal and Lock.
This complex includes (from east to west) the Florida Street Railroad
Bridge, the huge N. </span><span style="font-style: normal;">Claiborne</span><span style="font-style: normal;">
Ave. Lift bridge just before the Industrial Lock, </span><span style="font-style: normal;">the
lock itself, </span><span style="font-style: normal;">and finally just
after the lock is the St. Claude Street lift Bridge. About 100 yards
further west is the Mississippi River. We would travel upstream 6
miles bucking a 3 knot current and then cross over to the Harvey
Lock. After the Harvey Lock is the 4</span><sup><span style="font-style: normal;">th</span></sup><span style="font-style: normal;">
Street lift bridge. The final stretch is a 20 mile run to Lake
Salvador to anchor. That is if there is any daylight left.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span><span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">There
was a lovely dawn as I weighed the anchor, and we started for New
Orleans. There was virtually no traffic as we had hoped on this
Memorial Day. We did see many barges docked along the canal or more
commonly parked in the mud along side the canal.</span></span></span></p><p align="left" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKgKrSaPS2ejGmArkJV-hEwXyUSBYN_Qfww1TMHsGPfMa9oYdaYNabvh9eT9AGv8Z78zJH1TM-EUFlRQmTKEvaMZRzyryUziwKoQ7uJE536FNdFMExK_XXYlKIsclK1JqByfnjdYDJyE/s2048/The+Rigolets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKgKrSaPS2ejGmArkJV-hEwXyUSBYN_Qfww1TMHsGPfMa9oYdaYNabvh9eT9AGv8Z78zJH1TM-EUFlRQmTKEvaMZRzyryUziwKoQ7uJE536FNdFMExK_XXYlKIsclK1JqByfnjdYDJyE/s320/The+Rigolets.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;"><b>Beautiful start to an awful day. Rabbit Island anchorage</b></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span> </span></span>
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<p align="left" style="font-size: large; font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">My
friend, Dr. Richard Davis, had called me the night before. He had
made the trip before and advised me to call the </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">lock
master</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"> and introduce myself
before arrival. Good advice. I did call on the cell phone when
</span><i style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">White Pepper </i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"> was
about 5 miles out. The lock master was very professional and
courteous. But then he said, “you’re a sailboat aren’t you?
You had better call the N. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Claiborne</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">
Bridge. I heard that they are not opening.” He gave me the phone
number to the bridge. I called the bridge with my heart pounding.
The lady operator was less </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">courteous</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">
and said curtly that “No, they were not opening for 5 days.” I
asked </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">why, and</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">
she said, “donno.” End of conversation and beginning of scramble.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My
initial response was to return to Rabbit Island. Jan quickly vetoed
that plan and said that we should find something nearby. She got on
her Navionics app on the iPod and began to call all 20 of nearest by
marinas. This being Memorial Day she got almost no answers.</span></span></p>
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<p align="left" style="font-size: large; font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">At
this time we were passing by the mouth of the </span><span style="font-style: normal;">Inner
Harbor Navigational Canal</span><span style="font-style: normal;">.
This short canal connects the Inner Harbor with Lake Pontchartrain. I
had read and heard </span><span style="font-style: normal;">from </span><span style="font-style: normal;">Dr.
Davis about a marina in the </span><span style="font-style: normal;">canal</span><span style="font-style: normal;">.
So </span><span style="font-style: normal;">we </span><span style="font-style: normal;">headed
into the canal. Guarding the canal is a busy railroad bridge, but it
was open as we approached. Beyond the railroad bridge was the
massive I-10 Interstate Bridge which we cleared easily. However, a
quarter of a mile past the I-10 Bridge </span><span style="font-style: normal;">is
</span><span style="font-style: normal;">the lift bridge over US-90
also known as the Danzinger Bridge. It was tall but after passing
under 1000s of bridges I knew this </span><span style="font-style: normal;">one
</span><span style="font-style: normal;">was too low. It was a lift
bridge. I called the nice operator of the railroad bridge and asked
him what to do. He stated that the Danzinger Bridge required a 3
hour notice to open and he gave us the phone number. Jan called and
raised a very nice lady from the </span><span style="font-style: normal;">Louisiana</span><span style="font-style: normal;">
Department of Transportation. She said she would try to get someone
out there in 45 minutes. I continued to circle. By this time the
railroad </span><span style="font-style: normal;">bridge</span><span style="font-style: normal;">
was closed and we were trapped in the canal. </span><span style="font-style: normal;">After
about 35 minutes the Danzinger bridge began to lift. The operator
never acknowledged our heartfelt Thank-you’s. </span><span style="font-style: normal;">We
passed Pontchartrain Landing which is a marina and an RV park. They
had responded that there was no vacancy. As we passed there were
numerous open slips. </span><span style="font-style: normal;">The
final obstacle was the Seabrook lift bridge which gave u</span><span style="font-style: normal;">s</span><span style="font-style: normal;">
a quick opening. </span><i> White Pepper</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
was free upon Lake Pontchartrain.</span></span></span></p><p align="left" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCytN36OPxkL45EDpGlUNt6sgZfFzdynvSpehEQyW_-M_CyxvvYx0Fd1d5Pg7idIYtF68Rjab4ckgTfaYkPyTdGISj8LxBDFPSwzPdZn_IMkFoB_rbignLji6aItNn004IwZtc6BdjOlk/s2048/Interstate+Bridge+opened+for+us+on+an+emergency+basis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCytN36OPxkL45EDpGlUNt6sgZfFzdynvSpehEQyW_-M_CyxvvYx0Fd1d5Pg7idIYtF68Rjab4ckgTfaYkPyTdGISj8LxBDFPSwzPdZn_IMkFoB_rbignLji6aItNn004IwZtc6BdjOlk/s320/Interstate+Bridge+opened+for+us+on+an+emergency+basis.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Danzinger Bridge opens on an emergency basis</b></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><p></p>
<p align="left" style="font-size: large; font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">By
this time Jan had raised someone on the phone—Lake Shore Marina—who
agreed to let us dock at his marina. Navionics showed Lake Shore
Marina to be several miles to the east next to the famous Southern
Yacht Club </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">inside the New
Orleans Municipal Yacht Harbor</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">.
When we got there Lake Shore Marina was a closed fuel dock and
</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">convenience</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">
store. We docked on the bulkhead. Jan called the nice man who said
that he thought we understood that his marina was in Slidell, a town
about 30 miles across Lake Pontchartrain.</span></p><p align="left" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcH0XCQdjdISiC1RrB9ysHRgeyxm23RGWKAQBbsW4SS0hriJfDJSrU41rZwJT_twhPTfdcb3nsSNaAp31g5slAh1oEMmKMIhPRMwdo8zP0B4PMyngY9pakqswWddwzA0hHcxoF43LT6cg/s2048/Southern+Yacht+Club.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcH0XCQdjdISiC1RrB9ysHRgeyxm23RGWKAQBbsW4SS0hriJfDJSrU41rZwJT_twhPTfdcb3nsSNaAp31g5slAh1oEMmKMIhPRMwdo8zP0B4PMyngY9pakqswWddwzA0hHcxoF43LT6cg/s320/Southern+Yacht+Club.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Southern Yacht Club</b></div><br /><p></p>
<p align="left" style="font-size: large; font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Desperate</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">
Jan saw a </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">banner with a </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">phone
number across the small canal. She called and, miraculously, our
angel, Andrew, answered. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">He
directed us to a marina inside the </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">break
works</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"> about a half mile away.
There were over a hundred empty slips! We grabbed one and hopped off
the boat quite overwhelmed. There was no one in sight!</span></p><p align="left" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNScT-rj-VSqRHYy9DkD6IS8FznvfUO6vUn946SWvOgje0dawpQVCIsT6lBZ5vOtsXbtf3RwBJfkcN9tnL4drD0SLIcmRIGhG22pPecPh3YAYFa9FlkEp4rchkcqk0iG7NXL5r0aIoHjw/s2048/Safe+at+last%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNScT-rj-VSqRHYy9DkD6IS8FznvfUO6vUn946SWvOgje0dawpQVCIsT6lBZ5vOtsXbtf3RwBJfkcN9tnL4drD0SLIcmRIGhG22pPecPh3YAYFa9FlkEp4rchkcqk0iG7NXL5r0aIoHjw/s320/Safe+at+last%2521.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Safe at last!</b></div><br /><p></p><p align="left" style="font-size: large; font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Andrew
came by several hours later and explained that this was the New
Orleans Municipal Yacht Harbor </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Marina</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">.
It had been totally destroyed by Hurricane Katrina 15 years ago.
FEMA had agreed to replace the marina. So far the only construction
had been beautiful, study floating docks. There was no </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">electricity</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">,
no water, no showers, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">and
only </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">scant trash pick up. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The
only residents were a few hardy souls surviving with generators and
jerry jugs for water. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Thus
ended </span><i style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">White Pepper’s </i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">worst
day ever.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
next morning the staff showed up with attitude. However, when we
assured the harbor master, Wayne, that we would pay and had insurance
things got a bit easier.</span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jan
wanted to pay for 5 days of transient dockage and then push on when
the N. Claiborne Bridge opened. As it turns out tropical storm
Cristobal would roll right over New Orleans in 5 days. My nerves were
completely shot, and all I wanted to do was fall asleep in my own bed
in Beeville, Texas. We negotiated a 3 months lease and reserved a
rental car at Hertz. The Municipal Yacht Harbor is well protected and
the floating docks should prevent a repeat of the Katrina disaster
which was caused by a 20 foot storm surge. The solar panel are more
than sufficient to trickle charge the batteries. Our friend, Andrew,
agreed to watch the boat while we were gone which made leaving much
easier.</span></span></p><p align="left" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsSqmXPlaaAIXP9PKLPlNh4UyOgPEM0hkgsgEhbEFCz0WuW3T7WDECzJGM-cZAx7YUabdxTqQSqLQfrDVXZqqHe0Wi1aD7nPJZorcTD4UFA6Mf8CwDofYvygiWJPhVLuDcqike8lKU1E0/s2048/High+water+mark+for+TS+Cristobal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsSqmXPlaaAIXP9PKLPlNh4UyOgPEM0hkgsgEhbEFCz0WuW3T7WDECzJGM-cZAx7YUabdxTqQSqLQfrDVXZqqHe0Wi1aD7nPJZorcTD4UFA6Mf8CwDofYvygiWJPhVLuDcqike8lKU1E0/s320/High+water+mark+for+TS+Cristobal.jpg" /></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Jan points out the high water mark made by TS Cristobal. For comparison the pilings in the back ground are 3 feet taller than the storm surge of hurricane Katrina.</b></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><p></p>
<p align="left" style="font-size: large; font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">The
bad news was not over, however. Jan and I took </span><i style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">White Pepper </i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">out
onto Lake Pontchartrain to charge the batteries before we left.
Within a few minutes the alternator began to heat up and smoke.
While Jan stood by with fire extinguisher in hand, I limped her back
towards the harbor. The alternator finally seized up before we
docked. That afternoon I made several phone calls and was able to
find a mechanic to replace the alternator.</span></p><p align="left" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAajncjipM4eToBt-obBHGMOPmej6GgsP5yeFHFoyf1goUK1Yfru_-EtdPUPDAVw4LKVzMUgX-3847vCwkOHsEMJebBjjPDmOgWdAMKPJdtR0RMqCV83GuvewXOdG_6yJKxBQ9wZsGOTg/s2048/All+packed+up+at+the+Municipal+Marina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1573" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAajncjipM4eToBt-obBHGMOPmej6GgsP5yeFHFoyf1goUK1Yfru_-EtdPUPDAVw4LKVzMUgX-3847vCwkOHsEMJebBjjPDmOgWdAMKPJdtR0RMqCV83GuvewXOdG_6yJKxBQ9wZsGOTg/s320/All+packed+up+at+the+Municipal+Marina.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>All packed up for 3 months at least</b></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><p></p>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There
was one final aggravation. Just as we were locking up to leave I
switched on the bilge pump one last time. It did not come on. I
even switched out pumps without success. I just had to leave that
chore for later. We Uber-ed to Hertz to pick up the rental car. Nine
hours later Jan and I were back in Beeville. I, for one, was never
happier to see the old homestead. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Several
weeks later we did return to New Orleans. I hard wired (and fused)
an automatic bilge pump to the batteries. But that trip is a post
for another time.</span></span></p>
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</p><br /></span></span></span><p></p>Karl and Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11689985074413135231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6516068975556776143.post-19241922755035798842020-08-28T19:12:00.000-04:002020-08-28T19:12:56.200-04:00Mississippi Sound<p> From Pensacola to Mobile Bay was only a short run and as the weather was nice we proceeded offshore motoring as usual.</p><p><br /></p><p>Along the way we saw our first rigs. These stretch all the way to Tampico, Mexico in a great arc of oil producing formations.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGFY32AariI0M6_-CDF04S88_hfpSBTAUUo7m7bcgwbzYshrPPinUkjOES-xj8ll8g78gNBdPYoOQbXX2My26Q-Ovx1omEoAPjLrFKBiAgPbBAq728EKPybo3m0WpsA9BeBcxr8S9aAg/s2048/First+rigs+sighted+on+GOM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGFY32AariI0M6_-CDF04S88_hfpSBTAUUo7m7bcgwbzYshrPPinUkjOES-xj8ll8g78gNBdPYoOQbXX2My26Q-Ovx1omEoAPjLrFKBiAgPbBAq728EKPybo3m0WpsA9BeBcxr8S9aAg/s640/First+rigs+sighted+on+GOM.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Oil rigs</b></div><p></p><p>The passage into Mobile Bay was surprisingly rough as current opposed wind and waves. The wind was only 12 to 15 knots so I wonder what conditions would have been like in a blow. We were guided into the bay by an historic old lighthouse on Sand Island. This lighthouse is decommissioned and endangered by erosion. Likely it will be washed away entirely eventually.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbNcWEgponsKS3W5KxdKz-Fv_CAeADyTCfXkVGXQd3aeEy-bSuMA4PIkF3K-08_JIeiD5G9nTcOY8ET81p6aQKu1Voswjjsjuh7ZhA8PtSJZL1Zg80McyMlpx-DQ22hJE28u2yPq-RwE/s2048/Better+view+of+lighthouse+at+entrance+to+Mobile+Bay..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1063" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbNcWEgponsKS3W5KxdKz-Fv_CAeADyTCfXkVGXQd3aeEy-bSuMA4PIkF3K-08_JIeiD5G9nTcOY8ET81p6aQKu1Voswjjsjuh7ZhA8PtSJZL1Zg80McyMlpx-DQ22hJE28u2yPq-RwE/s640/Better+view+of+lighthouse+at+entrance+to+Mobile+Bay..jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sand Island lighthouse</b></div><br /><p>Our destination was Dauphin Island, Alabama. We wanted to stop to compare it to our favorite beach town--Port Aransas, Texas. However, there was no safe way to get into the marina our 5 and 1/2 foot draft. So we anchored on the north side of the island in 10 feet of water about a half mile offshore.</p><p><br /></p><p>The next day brought more fair weather and <i>White Pepper</i> was actually able to sail for several hours. Mississippi Sound is delightful in the prevailing winds that we experienced that day. It does have a long fetch between the mainland and the barrier islands. I suspect that it would be rough in brisk norther. We saw the first of the commercial barges that clog the Gulf Intracoastal Waterway between Mobile and Brownsville.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTTrUrS-J_zrQV2yAE1NCR0KH5XFFrOapBf0-NHYqvA_CzqF9l5sExeJLy6jVIqf_k0KHV_GQ9aXRoLJ8zlJeWlase9tpLEXtIiivE10Vgbt_4-cEAfn-lLvys5L5xpJBhxkAkbl-QVlw/s2048/Barge+on+Mississippi+Sound.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1153" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTTrUrS-J_zrQV2yAE1NCR0KH5XFFrOapBf0-NHYqvA_CzqF9l5sExeJLy6jVIqf_k0KHV_GQ9aXRoLJ8zlJeWlase9tpLEXtIiivE10Vgbt_4-cEAfn-lLvys5L5xpJBhxkAkbl-QVlw/s640/Barge+on+Mississippi+Sound.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>The next anchorage was Cat Island, a barrier island just south of Gulfport, Mississippi. We anchored again in 10 feet of water about a half mile offshore. We did not go ashore and spent a pleasant night at anchor.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh964qm1j_UCdX2bEEVK61EpbtKDQnVirOrW4jk7-nAp-wtgmdsPvyfCjI8jBaDT6KrJO4F-qkSVMrDH_UFvbsrXvTfvr3KvBSXC6aR5CV86ZnMwamL6vTpXgEYzCa0YuvSpBpPp7Hn5PA/s2048/Cat+Island+Anchorage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh964qm1j_UCdX2bEEVK61EpbtKDQnVirOrW4jk7-nAp-wtgmdsPvyfCjI8jBaDT6KrJO4F-qkSVMrDH_UFvbsrXvTfvr3KvBSXC6aR5CV86ZnMwamL6vTpXgEYzCa0YuvSpBpPp7Hn5PA/s640/Cat+Island+Anchorage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Cat Island, MS</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXxgVgBSfxov7EwajAHn5Wr7YcJuR2xRYng-G1oP33j4e9GoNzB9h7k1x91cgCu2anb51I13oidGA6S5wlmtu11lthycxUSGvda3AhnJzO3zoDvL_tnqoVsQ2ulLQ-mYQpQ-B7SduBbQ/s2048/The+Riggolets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXxgVgBSfxov7EwajAHn5Wr7YcJuR2xRYng-G1oP33j4e9GoNzB9h7k1x91cgCu2anb51I13oidGA6S5wlmtu11lthycxUSGvda3AhnJzO3zoDvL_tnqoVsQ2ulLQ-mYQpQ-B7SduBbQ/s640/The+Riggolets.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Rabbit Island, LA</b></div><p>Our last day on Mississippi Sound was a short trip across Lake Borgne to Rabbit Island. Rabbit Island is the only practical anchorage in this part of the world. It is part of the Rigolets (pronounced Rigly by the locals). The Rigolets are a systems of sand berms and channels that form the entrance to Lake Pontchartrain. From here our plan was the motor 20 miles into New Orleans and cross the Mississippi River. The disaster that was the next day will be the subject of our next post.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Karl and Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11689985074413135231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6516068975556776143.post-83416281530234884322020-08-13T19:48:00.001-04:002020-08-28T19:19:49.752-04:00Pensacola<p><span style="font-family: arial;">The earliest Spanish explorers quickly realized the potential for Pensacola. It has remained the military and cultural center of western Florida since 1559. It is the oldest European settlement in N. America. St. Augustine is actually the oldest continuously occupied European settlement as Pensacola was abandoned for a while after a devastating hurricane.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7HS2ii3LC_WHCehwOHkmDqtUy1lqCVP8BvrcuBbX9xAjQML67Ef06PnwEzf93RpL9tUr5WMwf5B4_rDuCzryeeGAaBQBMmvE5pia3xVMO9QZ4Cc4V1nJ5AcMpTrDaSNjkYP8lTAvEoDA/s2048/Fort+Pickens.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1196" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7HS2ii3LC_WHCehwOHkmDqtUy1lqCVP8BvrcuBbX9xAjQML67Ef06PnwEzf93RpL9tUr5WMwf5B4_rDuCzryeeGAaBQBMmvE5pia3xVMO9QZ4Cc4V1nJ5AcMpTrDaSNjkYP8lTAvEoDA/s640/Fort+Pickens.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Old Fort Pickens</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbA9wEscgOwDudfblO6LJv3V9Fsff6wTcdySR5p4E-lLIxQYDh6uXQB8mGc76ChFJK0FHCiR5DcQna64ZW_oUAK-wE7GvWsQtuJMYywQbkoKL7KGtGtgk2piAhD3LEMVgca-IeCAgBpZM/s2048/Pensacola+Pass.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbA9wEscgOwDudfblO6LJv3V9Fsff6wTcdySR5p4E-lLIxQYDh6uXQB8mGc76ChFJK0FHCiR5DcQna64ZW_oUAK-wE7GvWsQtuJMYywQbkoKL7KGtGtgk2piAhD3LEMVgca-IeCAgBpZM/s640/Pensacola+Pass.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Pensacola Pass on a cloudy morning</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>White Pepper</i> arrived about noon after a rough morning dealing with a late season cold front. The pass is deep and wide. It soon sweeps behind a barrier island occupied by Fort Pickens. This short sound opens up into a protected bay. Historic Pensacola is 5 miles north up the bay. The marina is at the base of Palafox Ave. Palafox was an early commander at Pensacola and his avenue anchors the entire district.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuNXst1ShkX9cw6FNdvjWok_Rtc7tuGG7qYwtuHtyM4FuzMbGNX_Jlhb-U91HoV29Vs58P595yNaTm6OnMwKcbvHck65hGgvGspWtEurT408h38_8MhYi_2ynnDRviNfODXUbGISXhmQw/s2048/Palafox+Pier.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuNXst1ShkX9cw6FNdvjWok_Rtc7tuGG7qYwtuHtyM4FuzMbGNX_Jlhb-U91HoV29Vs58P595yNaTm6OnMwKcbvHck65hGgvGspWtEurT408h38_8MhYi_2ynnDRviNfODXUbGISXhmQw/s640/Palafox+Pier.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">The main reason we had bypassed Panama City to come to Pensacola was renew acquaintances with Lt. Beth Hagen. She and Jan met in Corpus Christi while sailing on the Wed. night races. Beth was in Basic Flight School at Corpus Christi. Pensacola is her Advanced training. Her aircraft is a huge SR-60 helicopter and her winging was the next day. The winging ceremony was to be held under strictest social distancing. No family was allowed at this momentous occasion. So we were privileged to spend an entire afternoon with this lovely warrior and celebrate her winging at Jacob's, a fancy restaurant in the marina. Thank you for your service Beth, now and in the future.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsefjg47wijXzu0uV2u7bYf0PSUvCLagPZAlRPvYNGepomcL58dbOcOgbpfNEo0azxsPycMPd_AoUQFK4tuDc9QxIqs2D6e8ohQQu3bMhhi46cyQ04UqggPKTUdX5fliSKW_Y5R52sTbQ/s2048/Lunch+at+Jacob%2527s.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1095" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsefjg47wijXzu0uV2u7bYf0PSUvCLagPZAlRPvYNGepomcL58dbOcOgbpfNEo0azxsPycMPd_AoUQFK4tuDc9QxIqs2D6e8ohQQu3bMhhi46cyQ04UqggPKTUdX5fliSKW_Y5R52sTbQ/s640/Lunch+at+Jacob%2527s.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Lunch at Jacob's</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPr504fpv3QaSvNoUOP837vpVPgAHdniQ724N2KFGyZH-etPkutyUDXTYQASl_8lPbRQ_P7cI1oxX9MmDr7Wkkc1wE1JalOLX8LK1r2eyTFJRlCqLnB9vtYw8ZkI-kTGphGMDdRX_xA8/s2048/Lt.+Beth+Hagen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPr504fpv3QaSvNoUOP837vpVPgAHdniQ724N2KFGyZH-etPkutyUDXTYQASl_8lPbRQ_P7cI1oxX9MmDr7Wkkc1wE1JalOLX8LK1r2eyTFJRlCqLnB9vtYw8ZkI-kTGphGMDdRX_xA8/s640/Lt.+Beth+Hagen.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Lt. 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Deciding where to go next was hard. Ordinarily Tarpon Springs 20 miles to the north would be the popular choice, but it was closed due to COVID. The coastal waters north of Tarpon Springs are incredibly shallow and there are no suitable stops until Dog Island about 100 nautical miles north in the Florida Panhandle. Also there is no intracoastal waterway between Tarpon Springs and Dog Island. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6MAOkRHtuk-fHgZad7XuYpQp5OpDnh6yQo-FuM5annmvMvYgmUjaO15_peENigeDw7eeiBK_IL1ChOVXdGkzSoe2Ti8Odgkg8jElDyDH_IJsGcsU2qMvboKNarNO9KFM2zLwj5IEA0kw/s2048/Leaving+Clearwater+Beach.heic" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6MAOkRHtuk-fHgZad7XuYpQp5OpDnh6yQo-FuM5annmvMvYgmUjaO15_peENigeDw7eeiBK_IL1ChOVXdGkzSoe2Ti8Odgkg8jElDyDH_IJsGcsU2qMvboKNarNO9KFM2zLwj5IEA0kw/s320/Leaving+Clearwater+Beach.heic" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i> Leaving Clearwater Beach </i></b></div></font><div><font face="arial"><br /></font><div><font face="arial">One crew member wanted to go straight across to Corpus Christi. However, with all of the gear failures I had lost confidence in the <b>White Pepper. </b> Panama City looked like a perfect stop and was said to have the best harbor in the Panhandle. The problem was that from Clearwater we would likely arrive late on our second night offshore. So Dog Island it was.</font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><font face="arial">We left Clearwater Beach on a lovey morning. The wind was predicted to be 10-15 from the east promising lovely beam reach sailing. However, the wind ended up being 5-10 from the north--another motor ride. NOAA had forgotten to account for TS Bertha spinning off of the eastern shore of Florida. Regardless it was a lovely ride. As the <b>White Pepper</b> got further north into the shallow water (it was 30 feet deep 50 miles off shore) the wave action become much choppier than the mild wind would ordinarily cause. This action is well known and the waters here should be avoided in any strong blow.</font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhM1RDDrVwI7qE_ckUhhmChTLAhb4U9l3TJxFxDtg4AhUONuClf9p8w5syiOQSw7Na5-yfQhPTFZlHmA3RGXhyphenhyphen3y8Qb9_0u3SFVJl2EENV7HmCSS47iFuH8SJ5dVhETXSmvBzE9pj-P8/s2048/Beautiful+sunset.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhM1RDDrVwI7qE_ckUhhmChTLAhb4U9l3TJxFxDtg4AhUONuClf9p8w5syiOQSw7Na5-yfQhPTFZlHmA3RGXhyphenhyphen3y8Qb9_0u3SFVJl2EENV7HmCSS47iFuH8SJ5dVhETXSmvBzE9pj-P8/s320/Beautiful+sunset.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><font face="arial"><b><i> Lovely sunset in mild conditions </i></b></font></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Dog Island appeared in the early afternoon. The entrance into St. George's Sound was straightforward. Then a mile to the east was the anchorage for Dog Island. The anchorage is large and protected. We anchored in 7 feet of water with a sandy bottom. We did not go ashore and passed a comfortable night.</span></div><div><font face="arial"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhVWn_Gafz5h-GHgkic7tp87N0ypESnaO04dlPE1ByJMF9aXijAJYvC0xGqycJhVUSdLSZ4fzFuvj4VSkEsxjuYuY3MyDjUx-1TEJUogrBvNeaVZftGdm7H0i3TtccGA7-0ylavqSeq7I/s2048/Entrance+to+St.+Joseph%2527s+Sound.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1153" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhVWn_Gafz5h-GHgkic7tp87N0ypESnaO04dlPE1ByJMF9aXijAJYvC0xGqycJhVUSdLSZ4fzFuvj4VSkEsxjuYuY3MyDjUx-1TEJUogrBvNeaVZftGdm7H0i3TtccGA7-0ylavqSeq7I/s320/Entrance+to+St.+Joseph%2527s+Sound.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i> Entrance into St. George's Sound</i></b></div></font></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><i> </i></b></div><div><b style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFaAvO1_6g0l78dHuy64dFbKDHVUcHLpuiLkEDn2YWjH8i55rhR58LtYeXA8FZ2g3Ei2A_P_BNoK8xiIK-mFkxBWrRlsvAU33eftTEgKoiTNVet2tc1cxJxUMIErvMSCf79P62VZkm5s/s2048/Dog+Island+Anchorage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1153" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFaAvO1_6g0l78dHuy64dFbKDHVUcHLpuiLkEDn2YWjH8i55rhR58LtYeXA8FZ2g3Ei2A_P_BNoK8xiIK-mFkxBWrRlsvAU33eftTEgKoiTNVet2tc1cxJxUMIErvMSCf79P62VZkm5s/s320/Dog+Island+Anchorage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i> Dog Island anchorage </i></b></div></i></b></div><div><b style="font-family: arial;"><i><br /></i></b></div><div><font face="arial">The next morning brought another decision about where to go next. I wanted to go to Panama City which was about 70 miles further west. Jan wanted to push on to Pensacola which was 130 miles west. Although Dog Island is the eastern terminus of the Gulf Intracoastal Waterway there was no passage for the <b>White Pepper </b>because of several low bridges (50 foot clearance). We would have to go offshore at lease until Pensacola.</font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><font face="arial">In order to make Pensacola we would have to refuel. The nearest fuel was in Carrabelle which is a fishing village about 3 miles inland on the Carrabelle River. Carrabelle turned out to be a delight. The town is rural but well kept and very friendly. If we had not been under time pressure, Jan and I would have gladly taken a slip and stayed for several days.</font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklUtD4aplYbz9E7bmTbj3XgR5kEAisNX_nuICPlOC5tJQ_RRYY3WGjToifCF8sVKQ2YQlEjp-ZdcZf74vICg43gwhpcJYIQ6U-0SMhawWcSCyS-4byoO62KVB7C69ahYjLn81kwLq0OE/s2048/Caribelle+River.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklUtD4aplYbz9E7bmTbj3XgR5kEAisNX_nuICPlOC5tJQ_RRYY3WGjToifCF8sVKQ2YQlEjp-ZdcZf74vICg43gwhpcJYIQ6U-0SMhawWcSCyS-4byoO62KVB7C69ahYjLn81kwLq0OE/s320/Caribelle+River.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>Carrabelle River</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH29UcjoCo5qrkYWRzxTEx3XLNz_M_P-MAnaTNkYShOH7tSjUXW3Fv9lXaOh5UY3nJsFORr_HAazzyxyZE49Y_h6JsdC2S3SVNZLWkJpAnH3cG3uz17j0pZGUZpeWQyc-EfsalMzWDiVo/s2048/Refueling+at+C-Quarters+Marina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1025" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH29UcjoCo5qrkYWRzxTEx3XLNz_M_P-MAnaTNkYShOH7tSjUXW3Fv9lXaOh5UY3nJsFORr_HAazzyxyZE49Y_h6JsdC2S3SVNZLWkJpAnH3cG3uz17j0pZGUZpeWQyc-EfsalMzWDiVo/s320/Refueling+at+C-Quarters+Marina.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><i>Refueling at C-Quarters Marina</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div></font></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">It was about noon when </span><b style="font-family: arial;">White Pepper </b><span style="font-family: arial;">cleared the pass and headed west for Pensacola. Some weather was coming but we hoped to be in before it hit.</span></div><div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font></div><div><font face="arial"><br /></font><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Karl and Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11689985074413135231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6516068975556776143.post-19914872078587442082020-07-12T17:27:00.000-04:002020-07-12T17:27:24.415-04:00Clearwater Beach<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Pepper's</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> stay at Stock Island
Marina and Resort, Key West, FL in March and April of 2020 was
greatly impacted by the Covid-19 pandemic as it was for everyone. We
arrived three days before the lock down with reservations for a
month. We had planned to restock, rest, and party. We would fly in
guests and make a trip out to the Dry Tortugas. Covid wrecked all of
these plans. The marina shut down on March 18, 2020. Anyone with
less than a 28 day lease was asked to leave. As we had a 30 day
lease we could stay. This was so fortunate as we had nowhere else to
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of the amenities were closed including the two pools. The hotel was
shut down and were the three restaurants on site. We could walk to
the liquor store, a small convenience store, West Marine, Car Quest,
CVS and the fish store—that was it. We never got to visit Duval
St., Mallory Square, South Point, or Smathers Beach. They were
closed. We ate every meal on the boat and never visited a
restaurant. However, we were very safe. Monroe County quickly
closed the Overseas Highway at Key Largo and would not allow any
visitors into the Keys. Covid was stopped cold. Only 3 deaths were
recorded in the Keys and one was 101 years old.</span></span></div>
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so many stuck at home, we were stuck on the boat. The boat provides
endless opportunities for chores. I greased all of the winches. I
coated the exterior wood with 3 coats of Cetol. We replaced the
parted main halyard. Jan repaired the torn genoa. The oil and all of the filters were replaced. A new friend,
Chris, cleaned the bottom. It was so hot the extra insulation had to
be added to the freezer/refrigerator. Most of all, extraordinary
effort was spent replacing the linear drive component of the
autopilot. The project was so over the top that it deserves a blog
post of its own some day. Finally on the next to last day of our
stay that project was finished.</span></span></div>
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walked everyday usually after dark because it was so hot. Often to
beat the afternoon heat we piled into the dingy for a tour of the
marina with cocktails. There was wild life in the marina including
several large tarpon, an eagle ray manta, thousands of mullet, and
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made good friends with Tom and Jessie Page who are just starting out
on the cruising life. They were so helpful giving us rides around the
island. Our slip neighbor Larry was great. Our friends, Tim and
Cricket on </span><i style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Whodoggie,</i><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">
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of the curious aspects of Stock Island Marina was that numerous super
yachts flocked to the place for refuge from the Covid. There were at
least 3 yachts over 300 feet and about 5 more in the 100 to 200 foot
range. Needless to say we did not interact with these folks.
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the super yachts started to leave we thought it was time to go as
well. Florida was cautiously opening up and marinas were accepting
transients. We set out for Fort Meyers Beach but ended up at
Clearwater, Florida. We did an overnight stop at Eggmont Key in
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the Keys” is a phrase we heard often this winter as an alternative
to the storm ravaged Bahamas. However, in truth there are few all
weather anchorages in the keys outside of Boot Key Harbor (Marathon).
The cruising guide reports that most boats just try to find a place
to hunker down in some marina and spend the winter bicycling,
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issue to cruising the keys is depth. Consensus is that boats with
more than 4 feet of draft should stay outside in the Hawke Channel
while shallow draft boats can use the ICW on the Florida Bay side.
There are only two cross over points—the 5 mile bridge and the 7
mile bridge. <i>White Pepper </i><span style="font-style: normal;">chose
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was well after noon by the time we left Caesar's Creek and turned SW.
The wind was easterly off the port quarter astern and we could make
good time sailing. Rodriquez Key was only 30 n. miles ahead. I had
long heard of Rodriquez Key. Most Florida cruisers have been there
and it is adjacent to the John Pennibaker underwater park which has
great snorkeling. Imagine our horror to find the anchorage to be an
open road stead completely exposed to the prevailing easterly breeze.
Jan kept repeating “We may as well have anchored in the middle of
the Atlantic”. There is plenty of room and the holding is great in
7 feet of water. </span><i>White Pepper</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
spent a very uncomfortable albeit safe night bobbing in 1 to 2 foot
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next stop west for most cruisers is Marathon. However, we had spent
a wonderful week there is 2007 and did not feel the need to visit
again. Also Marathon has gotten popular. There is now a waiting list
to get a mooring ball. As an alternative I had picked out Long Key
which has an anchorage on the west side of the 5 mile bridge.
However, it too was exposed to the brisk easterly wind. Taking a tip
from a fellow cruiser </span><i>White Pepper </i><span style="font-style: normal;">
went under the 5 mile bridge and back tracked 3 miles to the east to
Matacumbe Bight. On the Florida Bay side it is a wonderfully
protected anchorage from the east and south. It is said to be
untenable in north winds. We spent a lovely evening and night there.</span></span></span></div>
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This is said to be a best protected anchorage between Key West and
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came the leg to Key West which was only 25 n. miles to the west.
Again taking a tip from a fellow cruiser I had booked a month long
stay at Stock Island Resort and Marina. Originally the plan to was
to re-provision, entertain guests, and take a side trip to the Dry
Tortugas and return. I needed to find a rigger as the main halyard
had parted during the trip. Finally I would make yet another effort
to find someone who could replace the linear drive on the auto pilot.
The decision to take a month's lease turned out to be providential.
As the corona virus lock down hit, all boats in Key West marinas with
leases less than 27 days were asked to leave. The famous Garrison
Bight mooring field was closed as well. The story of Key West in the
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all in the name after all. After looking at the chart of Biscayne
Bay Jan noticed Elliott Key at southern end of bay. She was looking
for a way to leave Biscayne Bay and access the Hawke Channel without
going back out Government Cut. Just south of Elliott Key is Caesar's
Creek. Locals assured us that it was passable despite the charts
showing only 4 feet MLW (mean low water). They also raved about how
beautiful it was. It is also a national park. It was designated so
in 1964 after a bitter fight with developers.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">However,
Jan had a more compelling reason to want to explore this place. You
see, her maiden name was Elliott. Elliott is spelled several
different ways, but Elliotts with two L's and two T's stick together. We had to see this island and find out
about Mr. Elliott. Here the story takes an unusual twist. No one
knows anything about Mr. Elliott. There is no official story posted
at the Ranger Station. The volunteers at the Ranger Station did not
know who the island was named after. There was a long story about the
Sweeting family who homesteaded the island in the 1880's and grew
pineapples, but no Mr. Elliott. Later I went deep into Google (about
10 pages) and found a newspaper article from the 1970s that posed the
same question. The enterprising reporter could not find a Mr. Elliott
anywhere in the historical record. But he did find a Mr. Endicott,
who surveyed the island in the 1740's. He surmised that over the many
years Endicott evolved into Elliott.</span></span></div>
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to charge the batteries. We dropped anchor about a mile off shore in
7 feet of water. This place is shallow!</span></span></div>
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next day we headed into to explore the island. The only practical
access to the island is at the Ranger Stations, one on the west and
one on Caesar's Creek on the southern edge of the key. A dense
mangrove forest grows right to the water's edge.</span></div>
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a look around the empty marina and ranger station we struck out
across the island to the Atlantic. Along the way we came across
Spite Highway.This is now a hiking trail maintained by the park. But
in 1964 it was a 6 lane highway bulldozed through the island by
developers at the last minutes to try to forestall the government
from seizing the key.</span></span></div>
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Atlantic is always wonderful! We were surprised at how small and
rocky the “main” beach was. Jan and I ate our sandwiches and
wondered what life must have been like for the Sweeting family 150
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next morning brought the transit of Caesar's Creek. Caesar was an
escaped slave who set up a pirate business in the creek in the 1840s.
It sounds so romantic; however, Caesar's method was to hide in the
mangroves until someone came by, then he would murder them all before
robbing the corpses. I guess this gruesome detail is why he is not
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before high tide to begin. At the western (bayside) entrance to the
creek I saw 5.4 feet on the depth sounder. The Garmin predicted 1.8
feet of tide at that time. The moon was full so the tides were
higher than average. Thus it seems that the controlling depth for
Caesar's Creek is 3.6 feet MLW. Once past the western bar the creek
was deep and as beautiful as advertised. One small note: the channel
extends about 3 miles into the Atlantic and there is shallow coral
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Grove is the more laid back part of Miami as well as being the heart
of the Biscayne Bay sailing scene. The Coconut Grove Sailing Club
has a privileged place here. It occupies 40 or so acres of the most
protected anchorage along the western shore of Biscayne Bay. Its
mooring field is only for members and only accepts sailboats. There
are a very few transient slips that are rented out to friends and
relatives of members. Our member/friend was Lorie Messer, one of
Jan's earliest and best buddies from Corpus Christi. The club has a
modest two story club house overlooking the anchorage. There is a
function with live music every Friday evening. However, dining and
socializing are not priorities here, unlike the nearby and tonier
Biscayne Bay Yacht Club and the Miami Yacht Club. The emphasis is on
racing and the youth program.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Biscayne
Bay is a benign and lovely venue. It reminded us of a calmer,
warmer, and gentler Corpus Christi Bay. There is racing every week
end. At this time of the year there are numerous national and
international “mid winters”. But what is really remarkable about
the Coconut Grove Sailing Club is the youth program. Every Wednesday
after school they launch 20 Optis for lessons and a race. The older
kids practice on lasers and other class boats. There is even an
adult sailing class for those who want to catch up with their
children. Every afternoon and all weekend the downstairs is mobbed
with kids. The club is a wonderful example for yacht clubs
everywhere.</span></span></div>
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and shops are available although it is a good walk to most of them.
Lorie ferried us around on the weekend ends to the hardware store,
etc. A fellow cruiser, Dan Ritter, <i>Gertie,</i>had a car and took
me to get propane. Dawn Ritter let Jan poach laundry services at the
Dinner Key Marina next store.</span></span></div>
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sister, Susan Mitchell, flew in as a surprise visit and spent a
lovely 4 days with us. Lorie was kind enough to drive her to the
airport.</span></span><br />
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was Fresh Market within walking distance of the club so we took most
of our meals on the boat. We did eat at two Cuban restaurants—El
Carajo and Havana Harry's (twice). El Carajo is notable in that it
was a gas station that evolved into a first class restaurant. The
wine list is a rack of hundreds of wine bottles on the wall. You
pick one out and they open it at the table for the retail price plus
$10. I thought that idea was a stunning concept. The restaurant also
still sells gasoline out front. Havana Harry's was a find by the
Ritters. The quantity of food, high quality and low cost were so
amazing we had to go back a second time.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>White
Pepper </i><span style="font-style: normal;">rode out two cold fronts
in perfect comfort there. I never could find anyone willing to
tackle the difficult job of installing a new linear drive for the
autopilot. Finally it was time to push on. With sadness we left
Lori and our new friends at the Coconut Grove Sailing Club and headed
out into Biscayne Bay for Elliott Key.</span></span></span><br />
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<b>Pierre and Caroline toast us farewell</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Its
136 nautical miles from Vero Beach to Coconut Grove, Miami, FL. From
Vero Beach most cruiser's take the ICW south to at least Lake Worth
(West Palm Beach). <i>White Pepper</i><span style="font-style: normal;">,
however, did not want to wait for all of the bridges and anchorages
along the way. A weather window seemed to open up that allowed a
direct sail or motor to Miami. The weather predicted mild wind and
flat seas. The wind was from the south but </span><i>White Pepper's
</i><span style="font-style: normal;">stout motor should be able to
deal with these conditions.</span></span></span></div>
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autopilot's linear ram had been refurbished in Vero and this would be
a good sea trial. It soon became obvious that the autopilot was not
going to work, and we would have to hand steer all the way to Miami. This
is no problem during the day but at night it means that at night you
can not leave the helm even for moment without waking your partner
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<b>First time offshore in 3 years</b></div>
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cleared the Fort Pierce jetties about noon and soon were motoring
hard into a head wind. The wind was not problem but the seas were
not as advertised. The prediction was for 2 foot waves at 8 sec.
Intervals. This is a benign condition, but we were faced with a
chaotic lumpy sea state. We had become lazy after months in the
harbor and had neglected to adequately stow items below. Almost
everything below ended up on the floor with the rolly conditions. </span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Later
that night the roll knocked over a diesel can spilling 5 gallons all
over the port deck. What a mess! The anchor slipped it's chain lock
and jumped the roller. It would have headed for the bottom except
for a safety line that I always attach to both anchors.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">At the beginning of a beautiful sunset the boat speed began to drop although the RPMs were a steady 2500. This is a sure sign of a clogged fuel filter. The rolly conditions had stirred up debris (really just dead bacteria) in the fuel tank. Jan quickly and expertly changed out the dirty filter in less than 10 minutes. Off we went at a steady 6 knots.</span></div>
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had expected more traffic, but we saw few ships along the way. We
got to West Palm and Lake Worth jetties about 9 pm. The only ship
leaving was a tug named <i>Pops,</i> towing a 2000 foot line with a barge at the end. He swung around to the
south so we were trapped between him and shore. This is not such a
bad situation as there is counter current to the Gulf Stream flowing South inshore.
About ½ mile off of the beach we were making 6+ knots. This course
forced us close to the shore and close to Mar-a-Lago. I noted a well
lit boat passing between us and the tug. It did not have AIS
(automatic identification system). I thought that it must be some
poor fishing boat not to have AIS. Then it swung around and followed
us. Now it was obvious that this was a patrol boat protecting the
President's compound. It fell back as soon as we were well clear of
the property line.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>White
Pepper </i><span style="font-style: normal;">crossed the Fort
Lauderdale shipping line at 3 am without seeming a single moving
vessel. We were now only 20 miles from Miami. Not wanting to arrive
before light I slowed the motor down 3 knots. But now a new problem
emerged. The roller furl-er came partially unrolled and would not
furl. The cause was an excessively loose furl when we put the sail on
in Green Cove Springs. The wind had gotten under a loose wrap and
pulled out about 1/3 of the sail. With diesel on the deck and in the
dark and rolly conditions I felt that it was to dangerous to go
forward in the dark. Even in the daylight the problem proved too
difficult to tackle. Only at anchor was the problem
solved by completely unwrapping both sheets and re-leading them. I
did not know this potentially dangerous situation could even happen,
but I will be quite careful to check the roller furl-er before </span><i>White
Pepper</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> sets sail again.</span></span></span></div>
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the sun rose we were treated to the Miami skyline which is
impressive. Along the beach were miles and miles of tall steel and
glass buildings. Pictures do not do the magnificent scene justice.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">About
9 am we came to the Miami sea buoy which is only a few miles
offshore. There was only one very large container ship coming out.
Conspicuously absent were the cruise ships. Not one was seen all
night which is something of a record for our travels in Florida
waters. Jan and I speculated that this might be an effect of the novel coronavirus that was in the news. The jetties of Government Cut are short. All that we saw
between were a few work boats and a dozen speedboats going too fast.
We saw only glimpses of Miami Beach.</span></span><br />
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turn onto the ICW running across Biscayne Bay was easy enough
following the chart plotter but was not well marked at all.</span></span><br />
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<b>Downtown Miami, the ICW and the Eddie Rickenbacker bridge in the distance</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In
Biscayne Bay our goal was the Dinner Key channel. Dinner Key Marina
did not have any slips available nor any mooring balls. A new friend,
Alex, showed us a hole close to the mooring field where we could anchor in
six feet of water. A mild cold front blew through that night but we
were snug on the anchor. Sixty feet of chain in 6 feet of water
should have held in hurricane.</span></span><br />
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next day with the help of our friend Lorie Messer we were
able to secure a mooring ball in the Coconut Grove Sailing Club. This
area must be the most protected area in all of Biscayne Bay. It would be a delightful place of refuge during the unusually wintery weather in Miami this season. Jan and
I could finally sleep soundly after almost 48 hours of conditions we
were not ready for.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>White
Pepper </i><span style="font-style: normal;">made quick work of the 60
n. miles between Cocoa and Vero Beach. Adding hydraulic fluid to the
RAM did not restore function to the autopilot so we had to hand steer
all the way. We arrived at 4:30 pm which was good because it put us
ahead of huge mob. Eventually we were assigned mooring ball #1 which
is notable as it is the ball closest to the bridge. Our friends,
Caroline and Pierre, on </span><i>Obsession </i><span style="font-style: normal;">were
further back and chose to anchor. Fortunately, the next morning our
mooring ball mate left and </span><i>Obsession </i><span style="font-style: normal;">could
raft up with us. We spent a congenially month enjoying Vero Beach
together.</span></span></span></div>
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close to the bridge is mixed blessing. There is a surprising amount
of dirt flying off of the bridge and the street noise is constant.
However, the location is very open with a good breeze and maybe
slightly fewer insects.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>A study in symmetry</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Early in the stay Rick, Cindy, Ron and Jan Sabbadash came to visit.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;">One
characteristic of Vero Beach is that you meet a lot of old friends.
Davido, our old friend from 8 years ago, was still there. Don and
Sue Engler have settled down in Vero. They took us to the Power
Squadron social functions which were fun. We reacquainted with Harry
and Barbara who are also Power Squadron members are have settled in
Vero. Johnathan was in nearby Loggerhead Marina and trying to sell
his Gulfstar 50. He kindly invited us to watch the Super Bowl at the
cruiser's lounger in his marina. Pete and Dianne on </span><i>Pearl</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
passed through quickly on the way to the Bahamas.</span></span></span></div>
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of the time spent at Vero Beach was spent in cleaning and doing
chores on the boat. The major chore was getting the linear RAM
refurbished and is covered in a previous blog post.</span><br />
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faithfully attended the Thursday afternoon GAMs (gathering and
meeting). I noted that these were much less intense than our visits
in years past. Few if any of the cruiser's were headed fro the
Bahamas this year and probably those that were headed that way had
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visited Gardenfest put on by the Vero Beach Garden Club and went to
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our many walks I grew fond of a tree dwelling free living orchid on Date Palm
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
Simrad-Robertson AP32 autopilot was the longest lived piece of
electronics on the <i>White Pepper. </i><span style="font-style: normal;">It
had given also 20 years of faithful service. About 6 years ago it had
begun to leak slowly. Upon the advice of Simrad I added several
ounces of West Marine hydraulic fluid to the reservoir and things
seemed to work. Yes, West Marine brand of hydraulic fluid was
specifically recommended by Simrad. I would have to add about two
onces of fluid per year.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Last
year the control unit refused to response. It was time for a
replacement. I bought a new Garmin 722 chart plotter, a Garmin 40
Reactor autopilot and appropriate connectors The unit was
professionally installed by a marine electrician in St. Augustine,
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One
piece of equipment that I chose not to replace was the Robertson
hydraulic linear drive which seemed to be working, albeit leaking.
The autopilot passed its sea trail in St. Augustine and seemed to be
working fine. Then it failed suddenly on the Mosquito Lagoon just
south of New Smyrna and two days south of St. Augustine.</span></span></div>
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linear drive was clearly hemorrhaging fluid. The choice was between
buying a new one or servicing the old one. Plus we were in Vero
Beach, and I could not find anyone interested in doing this kind of
work. As dreadfully difficult as it was to remove the linear drive
from the cramped confines of the stern, mounting a new unit seemed
even more daunting. It took all of one morning to unscrew the 4
bolts holding the unit to the mounting stage. I had to take off the
scupper hose to get to the rudder post and unscrew the ram. Later it
became obvious that I could have just pulled a pin rather than
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I have to confess that I did not service the unit myself. It is no
longer made or supported. Simrad has been sold to Navico. There are
no readily available seal kits on the internet, and I would not know
how to replace the seals anyway.</span></span></div>
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took the unit to Verohydraulics in Very Beach, Florida, who assured me that this was a
routine matter. They did have some difficulty obtaining a seal kit.
However, after a week it was ready and did not seem to leak on the counter.</span></span><br />
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the unit was as difficult as removing it. It weighs 40 pounds and
only an outstretched left arm was available to wrestle it around. After it was finally
screwed back in there were two subtle points that could be useful to
the interested reader. The action of the rudder was quite rough.
However, if the cap to the reservoir was removed and the wheel moved
back and forth then numerous air bubbles were forced to the surface
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Secondly the mounting stage was found to be loose. This could not be a
surprise after 20 years. Some washers were added and the screws
attaching the stage to the hull were tightened. I suspect that this
looseness and shock loading to the ram probably contributed to the
overall problems. I'll bet that this may be a hidden problem on many
boats.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Repeat
sea trials are next to see if servicing the sturdy old Robertson
HLD2000 is enough to restore the autopilot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Now for the rest of the story. The autopilot failed the sea trial and never even got past the rudder calibration. We had to hand steer all the way to Miami from Fort Pierce. In Miami on the suggestion of Garmin support I called for help from Langer Kwell Electronics. They sent out a cracker jack technician, Joe. He tried every trick in his bag to get the unit to respond without success. It was also empty of fluid (thanks for nothing Verohydralauics). After several expensive hours it became clear that only a new hydraulic drive would do. I can't complain too much. The unit gave 20+ years of excellent before it just wore out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">With sadness<b> White Pepper </b>cast off from the Rivers Edge Marina in St. Augustine. We had stayed there 6 weeks cleaning and doing projects of the boat. The tasks seemed overwhelming at times. However, we were buoyed by the friendship of Margie and Chuck on <i>Twin V </i>and Vickie and Erin on <i>No Fixed Address. </i>Regular happy hours at <i>White Lion, Ann</i> O<i>'Mallie's or Hurricane Patty's </i>also helped to keep spirits up. We spent one delightful Saturday afternoon on the roof top bar at the St. Augustine Winery listening to new local singing sensation, Jolie.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">The anchor windless project proved impossible. It would not rotate at all and defied all efforts to disassemble. My plan had been to have the boat yard at St. Augustine Marine Center install an electric windlass in its place. They prudently declined to tackle such a difficult problem. I was left to try the project myself to to no avail. Eventually I ordered a new manual Lofrans Royal windlass as a replacement. Erin and I worked all day to remove the corroded old bolts breaking one. The new windlass fit in the old holes and works perfectly for now. Before installing the windlass I took it apart and put <i>Never Seize </i>on the screws so that I can disassemble it next year.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Leaks had corroded the hinges on the nav station desk and the sink locker. A new piano hinge was ordered, cut to size and installed. Jan replaced a half dozen finger latches on drawers. She has mastered this chore which is great because the latches never last more than a few years.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">The local propane distributor, Courtesy Gas, refused to refill the 35 year old propane cylinders. I had to buy two new aluminum cylinders and haul them back up to Courtesy Gas for propane. We Ubered back to the boat.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">With the help of a local marine electrician, Mr. Billie Balcolm, the chart plotter and the autopilot were replaced. I was especially sad to see the Robertson Simrad autopilot go. It was easily the oldest piece of electronics on the boat and had given 20 years of flawless service. I opted to keep the Simrad linear drive as it seemed to be still working. It was leaking slowly but more about that later.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Traveling south from St. Augustine was retracing familiar ground. Jan and I spent the day reminiscing about this spot or that one where something happened during the past trips. We passed Diane and Pete on <i>Pearl. </i>We even anchored at the same spot in Daytona where I once had to go overboard to free the prop from a tangled line.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">From Daytona we got an unusually early start, caught a lucky break at the New Smyrna bridge, and had favorable currents all day. With all of this good fortune White Pepper was able to power past the usual stopping point of Titusville and reach Cocoa. Anchor down at 4:30.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">A stiff cold front came through that night and challenged the new ground tackle but every thing held up well. It took 10 minutes to get the trusty Rocna anchor out of the mud.</span></span></div>
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read recently in a travel magazine that St. Augustine, FL was ranked
as one of the 10 best cities in the USA as a place to celebrate
Christmas. After spending this Christmas season aboard the </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>White
Pepper </b></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">in
St. Augustine at the Rivers Edge Marina I can hardily agree.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The
festivities begin on the Night of Lights when the central
park—Constitution Square—is illuminated with thousands of white
lights. The local businesses all put up white lights as well. The
effect is marvelous. I had read that the city puts in one red light
among all of the white ones—just because. Imagine my surprise when
I spotted not one, but two red lights.</span></span></span></span><br />
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is a lighted boat parade on the Metanzas River on Saturday night.
The old fort held a free open house that night as well. I have never
seen the downtown area more crowded. The tourist trolleys were
packed full with everybody singing along and shouting “Merry
Christmas.” It was a great atmosphere but with a cost. There was a
2 hour wait for dinner. Even getting a beer was a struggle. Next
time Jan and I resolved to bring a flask.</span></span></span></span><br />
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Pepper</span></b><span style="font-size: medium;"> was
decorated although sparingly. Jan stores all of our Christmas
decorations in a one gallon Zip Lock bag. Back in Beeville a whole
closet can barely hold the Christmas decorations.</span></span></span><br />
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Eve was not as crowded down town as the night of the boat parade. A
local church provided carols. We went to the evening service at the
Methodist Church. Then back at the boat Jan cooked a wonderful dinner
topped off with a bottle of good white wine.</span></span></span></span><br />
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spent a quiet Christmas Day at the marina. Paul, the dock master,
organized a buffet. It was great although much smaller than many
similar events all up and down the Eastern Florida coast.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<b>Christmas Day pot luck and buffet.</b></div>
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New Year's Eve downtown was sparsely attended—almost empty. Later I
learned that 35,000 people had gone to St. Augustine Beach to watch
the fireworks there. We came back to the marina to sit around the
campfire. By “cruisers midnight” (10:30) we were sound asleep.
On New Year's Day we took a break from doing chores around the boat.
We spent most of the day listening to football on the Sirius XM
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>White
Pepper</i><span style="font-style: normal;"> was in surprisingly good
shape after 18 months in the storage yard (actually 2 years save for
a quickie trip to St. Augustine in the spring of 2018). She was
fairly dry, and the only obvious damage was a missing Windex at the
mast head. All of the electronics worked except for the autopilot.
The engine started up on the first try. The dingy still had air in
it.</span></span></span><br />
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and I were sad to leave Green Cove Springs Marina. We had been there
for 8 years. We had grown to know the crew and trusted them with the
boat. The yard was incredibly dirty and crowded, but we had grown
fond of the atmosphere. However, the boat was headed back to Texas
and it was unlikely that she would ever be this way again.</span><br />
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had a bitter sweet last trip down the St. Johns in beautiful weather.
It had been such a thrill to sail up the river in 2010. The current
was in our favor for once. We swept past Jacksonville at 8 or 9
knots. We easily made Sisters Creek at the intersection of the St.
Johns River and the ICW. The city of Jacksonville maintains a free
dock at Sister Creek. It makes for a perfect overnight stop although
the current is fierce at times.</span><br />
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next morning we started down the familiar trail of the Pablo Creek
and then the Tomato River to St. Augustine 30 nm. South. We took a
mooring ball at St. Augustine to await a favorable time to enter the
San Sabastine River. The next morning we docked uneventfully at the
St. Augustine River Marine Center. We had a bottom job scheduled. We
left the boat there and returned to Texas for an important medical
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a joy it is to see a country through the eyes of a native. After a
year Jan and I were privileged to return to Europe. This time we had
niece, Hannah, with us. The natives that helped us in Germany were
Sandra and Jens. We had met them in the Jumentoes, Bahamas and
formed a solid friendship. Since we last saw each other Sandra had
had a baby boy, Noah, who we want to see. We all flew into Berlin.
Jens took us to his favorite lake front restaurant on the Havel
river/lake, where he leaned how to sail. How far it seemed from this
small, quiet lake to being able to circumnavigate the Atlantic.</span></span><br />
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<strong>Quiet afternoon on Lake Havel</strong></div>
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and Sandra showed us their Berlin including their home and where they
went to eat. We were able to appreciate Berlin so much more than the
usual tourist fare. But as for tourist stuff the East Side Gallery,
Check Point Charlie and the Brandenburg Gate were terrific. We found
a riverside beer garden and spent a lot of time there.</span><br />
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<strong>Most famous mural at the East Gallery. The East Gallery is made up of murals painted on the old Berlin Wall</strong></div>
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had a particular interest in museums. I was surprised to learn that
Berlin has a rich museum culture all concentrated on Museum Island,
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The Pergamon Museum in particular had
a awesome display of antiquities from the ancient middle East. The
Ishtar Gate was reconstructed with 5000 crates of artifacts gathered
from old Babylon. I think that Abraham may have passed through this
gate at one time. The Miletus Gate, a Roman artifact was almost as
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took the fast train to Paris. It was remarkable to see the
speedometer in the railway car read 250 km/hour as the country side
whizzed past. This was our second visit to Paris and it seemed
familiar. It was Hannah first visit so we hit the usual
haunts—Montmontre and the Sacre Coeur Basilica, the hop on and hop
off bus, a walk along the Left Bank, and a river boat tour on the
Seine. Regrettably the Nortre Dame remained closed after the tragic
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for Hannah, the high point was a visit to the Louvre. While she took
off at high speed to see as much as possible in 8 hours, Jan and I
were able to take a leisurely second look at the Louvre. In the
basement is a remarkable display of 6000 year old pottery. There were
artifacts from Ur, which is possibly the first empire that ever
existed, over 5000 years ago. On the third floor is a display of
famous impressionist paintings. I estimated that in one particular
room alone the auction value of the paintings on display was over one
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seeing Hanna off on the plane, Jan and I took the train to Paray Le
Monial in central France to meet our friends—Gillian and Philip.
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plan was to lock over the mountain pass and gain the Rhone River on
the way to Lyon. This remarkable lock system was completed in the
1880s. It connected the Mediterranean with the Atlantic Ocean. This canal was once a mighty artery of commerce in 19th century France.The
drought and lack of water in the mountain canal put a stop to this
plan. We were able to travel to Genelard and then Montceau-les-Mines
before being brought up short by low water. Since the trip to Lyon
was canceled we explored the surrounding countryside. I was very
interested in our trip to Cluny. Cluny was a monastery that figured
very prominently in Medieval history. The first crusade was launched
from the pulpit of Cluny. Sadly there is almost nothing left of what
was once the largest church in Christendom. It was dismantled by the French Revolutionaries. A trip Beaune was
interesting. Beaune is a tourist stop in the heart of Burgundy
country. The entire town is devoted to the wine trade. The town of
Montceau-les-Mines put on a dynamite Bastille Day fireworks display
that went off directly over the </span><i>Zubenel.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">At this point a serious
illness intervened. I became quite ill with an intestinal infection.
We were able to get to Lyon by train. From there Jan dragged me
across the Atlantic. Back in Texas I had to go into the hospital for
3 days to get my kidneys restarted after some sepsis and dehydration.
Thus was the sorry end to an otherwise wonderful trip.</span></span></div>
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to do with three days in Paris before the time comes to take the
plane home? Especially since neither Jan nor I had ever been to
Paris. Many books have been written about what to do in Paris. But
knowing we could only scratch the surface, here is our journey.</span></span></div>
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stop was to wander over to Notre Dame which was only a short walk
from the marina. Notre Dame is so important to the French psyche
that the plaza in front of the cathedral is mile zero when measuring
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have learned that a quick way to get a feel for the city is to take
one of the open air 'hop on hop off' tour buses. These give a
quick if superficial tour of the city. From this vantage we went up
and down both sides of Seine and caught a glimpse of the opera
house---site of Phantom of the Opera. We hopped off along the Champs
Elysees for lunch and a visit to the Arc de Triomphe.</span></span></div>
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the last stop of the bus tour we hopped off to explore the Eiffel
Tower. We spent 2 hours waiting in three lines, but finally got to
the top. It was well worth the effort. I have to admit to a bit of
vertigo in the elevator and at the top. We bought a glass of
champagne to and took a selfie. The view was amazing.</span></div>
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<b>I got dizzy looking down. Jan was fine.</b></div>
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full day was devoted to the Louvre. By the way it is highly
advisable to buy your tickets online and in advance. The Louvre has
to be on everyone's bucket list even if you don't enjoy art. The
scene at the Mona Lisa was comical because of the crowds but I least
now we can say we saw her. In every room there were pictures that
said, “OMG, I've seen that before in pictures!” You can look up
all the pictures in art books, but I do want to show you the “Raft
of the Medusa” which seems appropriate for a sailing blog. And
finally “Winged Victory.” This statue somehow provokes an
emotional response that is difficult to explain. I felt it and had to
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<b>Mona Lisa mob scene. It was like this all day.</b></div>
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<b>The Medusa. Sort of like Wednesday night races?</b></div>
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whole morning was devoted to a visit to the Pere Lachaisse cemetery.
This is an old urban cemetery that served Paris for most of the 19<sup>th</sup>
and early 20<sup>th</sup> century. Jim Morrison is buried there as
well as Oscar Wilde and Edith Piaf. Jim Morrison's grave is said to
be the fourth most visited site in Paris. As you can see it is modest
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me the highlight of the visit was an evening tour of Montmontre and
the Sacre Couer Church. Montreal was the old red light district but
has been gentrified. The Sacre Couer (Sacred Heart) Church is a
newish church that was built on the highest hill in Paris
(Montmontre) as a memorial to the WWI dead. The church seems little
used but the views of Paris from the church steps are spectacular.</span></span></div>
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<b>Paris at dusk from Montmontre</b></div>
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<b>Many young people gather on the steps of Sacre Couer in the evening to picnic and sing. What were they singing this night? <i>Johnnie Be Good!</i></b></div>
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we had to say good bye to our friends, Jillian and Philip, and return
to the USA. After such a short stay in Paris the only reasonable
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Karl and Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11689985074413135231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6516068975556776143.post-54554421248577609732019-10-31T20:35:00.000-04:002019-12-07T22:21:48.257-05:00Sailing Into Paris<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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blog post is about the most remarkable day in <i>White Pepper's</i>
sailing experience—sailing into Paris along the Seine river--
around Notre Dame cathedral, past the Eiffel tower, back around Notre
Dame and then into the Arsenal marine in downtown Paris at the foot
of the Bastille site. But first a bit of build up.</span></span></div>
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Barcelona Jan and I took the train to Narbonne, France. Our mates,
Philip and Gillian, live in Moussan which is a little village out
side of Narbonne. Narbonne is an old Roman garrison town on the
Mediterranean coast. There is a lot to see in Narbonne including a
cathedral, a canal side promenade and an old town. But for me the
best site was an excavated Roman road in the middle of downtown. It
was remarkable to think of the many Romans that trooped over this
road so many years ago.</span></span></div>
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<strong>Philip and Jan stand on old Roman road</strong><br />
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and Gillian, ever the good hosts, took us to Carcassonne which is the
site of the Cathar heresy, crusade and holocaust. It remains
extraordinarily picturesque even 6 centuries after the horror. </span></span></div>
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<strong>Memorial to Cathars dated 1210</strong></div>
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keeping his boat, <i>Zubenel,</i> there. Migennes is a very pretty
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Migennes we all drove to the magnificent chateaux Vaux-de-Vicompte.
This remarkable house is the direct precursor of Versailles. When
Louise XIV saw the place he was so jealous that he had the owner
thrown in jail and hired the architect to start building his own
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launch. Eventually she was ready for splash and off we went down the
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saw many remarkable sights along the river bank. Captain Philip was
cussed out in French by an angry bargeman who though we should have
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the big day arrived. We departed Charisse Marina and headed
downstream on the Seine. There was one last huge lock to negotiate.
The out skirts of Paris are industrial as you might expect, but
finally the unmistakable shape of Notre Dame loomed ahead. Norte
Dame is on an island. We passed her along the Right Bank. Zubenel
passed under all of the exquisitely decorated bridges that span the
Seine. We passed the Eiffel Tower before turning around to re pass
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than half a mile from Notre Dame was our marina—the Arsenal—in
downtown Paris. The Bastille has been torn down, but the dock to the
Bastille remains as one of the boundaries of the Arsenal Marina. The
famous statue of Winged Victory on her column was only a few hundred
yards away on Bastille Square. We had arrived!</span></span><br />
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Pepper went to Barcelona as the first part of a great adventure in
Europe with friends, Gillian and Philip. They have converted their
ferro-cement sailboat, Zubenel into a French canal and river boat.
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is a magnificent city—historical and proud. It has an “old
city”, modern clubs, a beach and marina. There is plenty to see
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Jan and I the chief impressions of Barcelona were the Familia
Sangrada Basilica, the Ramlas, and the architect Gaudi's overwhelming
influence on Barcelona. Also the tapas were great.</span></span><br />
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<b>initial impression of the basilica</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We
had heard of the Familia Sangrada Basilica. The architect Anton
Gaudi took over construction of the project in 1883 and worked on it
steadily until his death in 1926 when it was about one quarter
complete. Work has proceeded slowly since and may be complete in
2026 (100 years after Gaudi's death). It is a building of unique
power and grandeur. I was prepared to be impressed; however, the actually
experience was overpowering. These pictures are only a pale
reflection of the majesty of the place. Philip say that when the
building is complete it will be the iconic image of Europe. I agree.</span></span></div>
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<b>The sense of light and height is amazing</b></div>
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<b>Some details from the exterior</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Construction is ongoing. 6 more towers are planned to accompany these 4</b></span></span><br />
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other fun thing we did in Barcelona was attend the tapas festival on
the Ramlas. The Ramlas is long broad boulevard that hosts much of
Barcelona's entertainment. Think of Bourbon street or Austin's 6<sup>th</sup>
Street, just several miles long. At the tapas festival many of the
restaurants set up booths to sell their favorite tapa for a 4 euro
ticket. Beer was also 4 euros. We went for 2 nights.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Beside
the Familia Sangrada Gaudi designed a public park that incorporated
his fantastic images.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> In Gaudi Park</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> And all though town there are many homes and
apartment buildings that he designed. These were not appreciated in
his life time although they are priceless now. He eventually died in
poverty, but was buried in the Basilica.</span></span></div>
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Karl and Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11689985074413135231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6516068975556776143.post-72541084158665666282017-07-10T17:25:00.001-04:002017-07-11T17:56:41.860-04:00Two long days and two short nights--Allens Pensacola Cay to Jacksonville<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>White
Pepper </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">was nearing the end of
the season by early June. We had spent a delightful several weeks in
the Abacos seeing old haunts and old friends. Sister, Susan, and
niece, Emma, flew in for a whirlwind visit. We were able to have two
long stretches at Treasure Cay, one in the company of new friends
Bill and Mary Ellen from </span><b>Sea Escape.</b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
Sandra and Jens from </span><b>Kobald</b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
were able to stop by for one day at Marsh Harbor before tearing off
through the Man-o-War Channel headed for the Chesapeake Bay. They
made it 6 days later without problems.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">However,
the Bahamas in the summer is for power boaters who can quickly duck
back to Florida or for sail boaters who have a credible hurricane
plan. After all, Hurricane Matthew had just devastated this part of
world only 10 months earlier.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Dreading
another hot slog up the ICW </span><b>White Pepper</b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
resolved to take the East Coast of Florida in one jump. In 2015
</span><b>White Pepper</b><span style="font-weight: normal;"> had made
a last stop at Grand Cay in the NW corner of the Bahamas before
jumping off through the nearby Walker Cay Channel for the St. John's
River. That trip worked out very well mostly because of a marvelous
weather window. We wanted to try this route again. </span></span></span></div>
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<b>Robert Briscoe</b></div>
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<b>Susan, Emma, and taxi driver</b></div>
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<b>Sandra and Jens</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Good
friend, Robert Briscoe, flew in to help and get his first Gulf Stream
crossing. A weather window opened up for the middle of the week.
Although the winds would be from a favorable direction they could be
too light. And thunder storms were likely as they almost always are
this time of the year in Florida.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Fortunately,
</span><b>White Pepper, </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">still
had the extra diesel jerry cans from the Ragged Island trip. I
calculated that if we could sail all of one day we could motor the
rest of the way. If there was no wind, we had enough fuel to motor
to Cape Canaveral.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>White
Pepper </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">topped up fuel at Marsh
Harbor, Great Abaco Island and there also filed a float plan over the
internet with the US Customs and Border Patrol. The float plan would
allow us to clear customs in Florida with only a phone call.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Next
stop was Treasure Cay again, then around Whale Cay Passage to Allen's
Pensacola Cay. We had to motor most of that day. From Allen's
Pensacola Cay is possible to gain the Atlantic through a nearby
passage, but we chose to stay on the Little Bahama Banks as long as
possible. We headed West for Grand Cay about 50 miles away. The
wind lightened and we again had to motor. About 4 miles short of
Grand Cay </span><b>White Pepper </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
left the dotted line and headed for Walker's Channel. We elected to
skip Grand Cay in order to get Robert back in time to catch a
scheduled flight. </span></span></span></div>
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<b>Whale Cay from offshore</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hurricane
Matthew may have moved some sand around last year changing the
channel. However, by going from way point to way point as recommend
in the Waterways Guide to the Bahamas, we never saw less than 11 feet
depth. By coincidence we were leaving at low tide. However, I could
clearly see some shallow spots between the center of this wide open
channel and Little Walker's Cay several miles away. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Upon
leaving the banks the wind picked up nicely and </span><b>White
Pepper</b><span style="font-weight: normal;"> could sail freely and
fast. It was about 6:30 pm so we had 2 hours to settle down before
sunset. A huge crackling thunderstorm started about 10 miles away.
It slowly moved off to the North West away from us (traveling North
by North West). The night watches were quiet, pleasant and passed
quickly. By 3 am the stars and the nearly full moon were shining down
as a gentle breeze pushed us along.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Dawn, the photo does not adequately show the subtle colors</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">My
game plan was to cross the Gulf Steam in the morning before the
thunderstorms picked up. So at dawn </span><b>White Pepper</b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
started her motor and headed due West. We crossed the axis at noon in
conditions so benign that Robert joked he would have to have a repeat
trip to earn his stripes. The GPS was recording speeds of 8 to 10
knots. Later in the afternoon the wind filled in from the South West
as predicted, and we could sail until sunset. There were
thunderstorms in the distance, but none came close. From there on it
was a brisk motor all the way to the St. John's River jetties. Part
of the hurry was to arrive in time for the flooding current. We
cleared the jetties at 1:30 pm with 2 or 3 knots of incoming current.
We had done 240 miles in 32 hours. Curiously, on the St. John's River
maximum flood current is at low tide and slack water is at mid tide.
We were quickly carried up to Jacksonville docking at our regular
spot in the free Jacksonville Municipal Marina. We tied up at 5:30
pm in the shadow of the Jacksonville Jaguars football stadium. This
was almost 16 months after we had departed from the same slip so long ago.
The next day was an easy motor, albeit in the rain, to </span><b>White
Pepper's </b><span style="font-weight: normal;"> haul out destination
Green Cove Springs Marina.</span></span></span></div>
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post may seem overly long and detailed, but I wanted to make some
points for anyone planning a similar trip. First, get some north
miles the first night, cross the Gulf Steam early on the second day,
and finish the trip along the coast during the second night and early
the next day. Also be mindful of the strong currents in the St.
John's River. </span><b>White Pepper </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">
was pleased to learn that </span><b>Sea Escape </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">followed
the same route two weeks later with no problems.</span></span></span></div>
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