Thursday, May 19, 2016

Heading into Virgina

5/18/16    To 36 43.283N,  76 14.511W    Great Bridge Free Dock    12.6NM

Looking at the depth gauge as we headed to the ICW in the morning, I wasn't sure we'd have chosen to anchor where we did.  To be sure, we never touched, but there was only about a foot of water under the keel as we left.  Apparently when the S wind died, the water eased back, having been pushed up a bit by the wind (while there may be a little tidal change here, the water levels are driven by the wind). 

It had been a quiet night.  I watched as a tug pushed a barge past us around 0100, when I was up briefly during the night.  I glanced out and was surprised to see a bright light by the bridge just S of us, and decided to watch as it approached.  The ICW has a few subtle turns here, marked by lighted day marks ('R32' was one of them) and while I knew we were fine, it was interesting to watch the tug head at us before negotiating the turn.  Other than the roving spot light (he lit us up several times) there was hardly a ripple on the water as the combo past us.

This lone cypress stands at the edge of the channel with a host of stumps, an indication of the damage caused by large wakes 
When we arrived at the North Landing Bridge, we were  surprised to see 2 tug/barge combos parked on the bank of the channel, just shy of the bridge (including the one I'd seen), and wondered why, since the bridge tender said he'd open for us.  We'd missed the second comment the tender made when we requested an opening, but it was obvious when only 1 side of the bridge opened - not wide enough to accommodate the barges, but enough for us.

On the VHF, we heard Centerville Turnpike Bridge holler on the VHF at the sail boat ahead of us for throwing a wake (I didn't know a sail boat could throw a wake, especially when slowed awaiting an opening).   The problem was workers were doing repairs on the fender at the bridge. However, he had a problem getting the bridge to open, and we were told to stand by while he worked on it.  This wasn't a big deal other than the Great Bridge bridge also has a schedule and if we were delayed too long, we'd miss the 1000 opening (it's on an hourly schedule) which wouldn't be a problem if there was space on the free dock just before the bridge.  When Leonard contacted Great Bridge, the tender said we were close enough he'd hold it for us.  Good thing, since the dock below the bridge was full.

Lots of space on the free dock between the bridge and the lock
The free dock between the bridge and lock had plenty of space, and with little wind, we had an uneventful docking.  This dock was our preferred dock, a bit closer to the laundromat and supermarket, and we planned to take advantage of both.  Given the wind forecast for Thursday, we planned on waiting until noon before going through the lock to avoid the restrictions at the RR bridge at mile 5.8, and stopping at Hospital Point in Norfolk.

The Elizabeth River viewed from Bells Mills Park
Wanting to get some exercise beyond the the walk to the laundromat, Leonard found Bells Mill Park nearby on Google maps.  Some place new to explore!  It was an open tract of land along the Elizabeth River (non navigable here), with a couple of loop trails, an interesting walk that seemed miles from the nearby city.  We learned why the road we take to the shopping center has so much traffic - we passed all the city and county government facilities and offices with packed parking lots, on the way to the park.

We also walked across the canal to check out the viewing platform overlooking the marsh.  In the fall we saw several red tailed hawks looking for a meal, however no birds were flying this time.  Some kind of event was taking place in the park by the other free dock - several food trucks, a variety of display tents, a group of string performers setting up to play, and several of Chesapeake's fire trucks.  A sign offered a historical tour of the Great Bridge battle ground, but by then, we were tired and ready to go back to the boat.

String group preforming 'America the Beautiful'
5/19/16   To 37 06.367N,  76 19.347W    Back River  30.7NM

Thursday morning dawned bright and clear, with little of the wind that had been forecast.  If we'd known, we would have gone to the supermarket for provisions before going for a walk, so we could have departed and timed our trip to clear the RR bridge before the 0900 restriction and clear Gilmerton Bridge at the 0830, after that restriction lifted.  Hindsight is wonderful, and so are accurate weather forecasts.  Although the forecast for clouds and showers Thursday turned out to be correct, and it was sprinkling by the time we walked to the store.

We locked through at 1200 along with 9 other vessels, 7 of which were big sport fish or large motor yachts.  With that many boats, it takes a longer to get lines ashore and thus requires more time to transit the lock (we went up a few scant inches).  It was 1235 by the time we departed the lock, the last boat out, since it made more sense to let power boats go first. 

N&S RR Bridge (with the restrictions) and the 'new' Gilmerton lift bridge just beyond
It was not our day for RR bridges.  Although we didn't arrive at the N&S RR bridge until 1330, it was down, and we waited with Samba, the other sail boat, for it to go up.  Then we heard him call the Old Virginia RR bridge which should have been open, but they also had repair crew on the bridge and it was down.  The crew needed to check something before the bridge would open, which took close to 20 minutes.  Wouldn't have mattered much anyway since the Belt Line RR (3rd and last), was closed for train traffic.  How could we get it so wrong?  Fortunately the Belt Line bridge was going up by the time we cleared the Old Virginia bridge.  At least the Gilmerton Bridge lifted in a timely fashion.  The Gilmerton was recently reconstructed, but instead of a 65' clearance (or greater, like the nearby Jordan Bridge), the new one has a 38' clearance, with a lift mechanism for big ocean going vessels (and sail boats).

The Old Virginia RR Bridge going up - Jordan high rise and Belt Line RR bridge (down) beyond as we head toward Norfolk
It's always interesting to see the wide variety of ships, both Naval and other, as we pass through the Norfolk/Hampton Roads area.  This trip was no different nor disappointing.  None of the Naval vessels departed as we passed by the docks, but there was a stream of tug/barge combos plying the waters.  We saw everything from a tall ship arriving under full sail to a tiny harbor pusher tug (and a lot in between).  Here are some photos of those we found interesting.
The American Rover under full sail heading for Norfolk
We have no idea why this ship, '#3,' has open sides
Editor's note: see this Link
The 'Jason Dunham' an Arleigh Burke Class Destroyer built in 2009, reminds me of Columbus' vessels
2 Naval vessels, each with #5, docked next to each other(also saw 2 #3s)
'Ike' - #2 of 10 Nimitz Class Nuclear Air Craft Carriers, commissioned in 1977
'Teddi C' - a little harbor 'pusher tug'


'Jack Holland' a much bigger pusher tug
Long Island, a 'Dr. Seuss' tug with a raised pilothouse to see over barges - our kids gave them that name back in the 70's
I spotted this strange catamaran on a dock, but have no idea of its purpose
If we believe the weekend forecast, we'll need to hole up somewhere Saturday while the cold front passes E, which may develop into a nor'easter with winds pushing toward 25kts.  With that in mind, we wanted to go further than Norfolk for the day.  Fortunately, the current god didn't desert us.  Although we missed part of the ebb waiting for the RR bridges, we did have some, and we arrived at the bottom of the bay around slack tide, giving us a slight boost as we headed up the bay - much better than a knot against us.   Although with all the recent rain in the area the last 2 weeks, we'll probably deal with runoff (only goes down stream) as well as tidal current.

Lynnea

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Cape Lookout and heading North

5/14/16    To 34 36.932N,  76 32.133W    Cape Lookout Bight Anchorage    69.9NM

It was foggy, not bright, when we got up early to head offshore for Beaufort (Bowfort - this is NC).  Several of the boats anchored near us had already departed - either braving the ICW in the fog or offshore like us.  We felt our way our cautiously, using radar to be sure to avoid the dredge equipment just off the channel S of the anchorage.  The foggy conditions didn't seem to slow down the weekend fishermen who were in a hurry not to let the big one get away, and we were glad the fog had thinned some so they were easier to see.

Foggy departure from Wrightsville Beach
With fog, there was little wind, and the SW wind didn't make an appearance until after lunch, so the batteries got a good charge and we'd have plenty of hot water.  By 1300, the wind had filled in enough to sail.  A number of other cruising boats were taking advantage of the relatively smooth sailing, or motoring, since most were power boats.  It is surprising how long it takes for the swell to smooth out - it hadn't been windy most of the night, so the swell was around 2', with trains of 3-4' every so often, still providing a bit of a rolling ride as we headed downwind.

Being a weekend, the Beaufort Inlet would be awash with local fishermen, most at full throttle, throwing what we refer to as maximum wake, and we'd be entering on an ebb current late in the afternoon when they'd be heading home.  Add to that, a forecast for the wind to blow from the SW during the evening, switching to NNW after midnight and picking up into the 20s and gusting, not ideal for anchoring in Taylor Creek by town.  Thanks to the ebb flow, it would be after dark before we'd reach the anchorage at Adam's Creek, so we rethought our plans, and headed toward the Bight by Cape Lookout, about 6NM E of the inlet.

Light house at Cape Lookout
After crossing the channel into Beaufort, the wind picked up, nudging 20kts, a bit more than we needed or wanted as we headed toward the commercial shrimping fleet by the Bight.  While the anchorage has plenty of room, there are a number of shoals to be avoided, and the progression from the 12'-6'-3' depths (anchoring areas) along edges are tight, not great with a wind shift in the middle of the night.  After reading Active Captain, Leonard decided to try the area off the SE part of the harbor.  It's interesting when the bottom doesn't really match either the old paper chart or the newer one on the plotter, so we left a close track, just in case we needed to backtrack as we worked our way in, and anchored behind another sailboat and a houseboat closer to shore.

Sunset at the Cape Lookout Bight
We both woke up when the wind switched around 0200 and were happy the anchor drag alarm was silent - a sign the anchor was holding in the 20kt gusts.  While it didn't qualify as a peaceful night, the waves weren't all that big given the fetch.  It was nice to have the lighthouse's revolving beacon pinpointing a fixed position.

With the current ebbing in the morning until noon, and the Neuse River, just beyond the Adam's Creek anchorage exposed to the north winds, it make sense to wait until the wind dropped some.   Leaving Cape Lookout, we'd be able to hug the shore with a bit of sail, staying out of the bigger seas, to the Beaufort Inlet, and then head up the ICW.  The weather will dictate where we head next.

5/15/16    To 35 12.604N,   76 35.471W    Gale Creek 'G23'    45.8NM

We spent a leisurely morning relaxing inside the bight at Cape Lookout, waiting for the N wind to die down.  NOAA had the forecast spot on, having issued small craft advisories from 2000 Saturday evening until 1100 Sunday with a wind shift at 0000.  While the wind didn't switch until 0200, it did switch and blow, waking both of us up when it did.  A look outside and a check of the anchor drag confirmed all was well, so we went back to bed, listening to the wind blow into the 20's.

While we ate dinner Saturday evening, we listened to the CG trying to contact a vessel, first by vessel name, type (fishing), and then including the captain's name,  multiple times without any response.  The next announcement, a pan pan call (one level below a mayday) indicated the vessel's EPIRB had gone off - not a good sign, and anyone in the vicinity of a set of coordinates off Cape Lookout should be on the look out and lend assistance.  The next update included a vessel description, a 24' center console open boat with 4 persons on board.  Leonard checked the coordinates which were 20 NM offshore, not a place I'd want to be in of 20 kt winds with stronger gusts and seas building 4-6'.  Not sure what they were doing so far out with small craft advisories having been posted during the day - it's too far for cell coverage, and without a mast to raise an antenna, most likely beyond VHF range of the CG.  We never did hear what happened, but hopefully the problem was resolved with a good ending.

  
Fishing fleet off Cape Lookout Bight (stitched photo and we were bobbing)
We raised anchor a bit before 1100, planning to sail in the lee of the shore to the Beaufort inlet.  First we had to negotiate the local fishing fleet - I lost count around 24 as we rounded the tip of the bight, not including the commercial boats dragging nets.  To our amazement, the wind went too light to sail. 
Potash facility a Morehead City - loaded barges use the ICW
We had far less local traffic than anticipated in the channel and inlet, so our mid day timing was good, all the locals were already out fishing, and we were out of sync for the cruising fleet on the ICW.  It made for an easy trip past the Morehead City docks, and with the help of a flood current, we turned into Adam's Creek sooner than expected.  Life is so much easier when you aren't fighting current, wind and traffic. 

During the NOAA weather broadcasts this spring along the east coast, we've heard mention of a S to N current, and had the good fortune to have ridden one most of the way since departing the Bahamas.  As a consequence, most days track distance traveled  has been greater than our knot meter log reading, a definite switch from past experience (other than the Gulf Stream), and much appreciated.

The new 65' bridge bypassing Beaufort at Town Creek  when completed, this will limit the mast height to the marine facilities up the Newport River
We stopped to take on diesel at Sea Gate Marina, up a short 6+' deep channel off the ICW (out of the current).  It does require a 180 in a  narrow area (unless you want to back in or out), and the owner said she'd never seen a smoother turn and docking than what Leonard executed.   (It did require some backing and filling to get the bow around, and the lack of wind and current helped).  We took on 16.6 gallons, about 1/2 tank, since Fernandina Beach, not bad, since we've been able to do more sailing than on past trips.

Our beautiful sunny, warm weather was forecast to end by mid week, although the various forecasters weren't in agreement on when or even how much rain we could expect.  Wanting to make use of the good weather while we had it, we pressed on rather than stopping early at the Adam's Creek anchorage we've used in the past.  After careful consideration and with some regrets, we ruled out going to Ocracoke, one of our favorite stops.  There was enough rain and NE winds forecast that we realized we might get stuck there, and would have to return to the ICW rather than run the sound just inside of the outer banks, which can be nasty in any breeze from a northerly direction.  

Tug and empty barge combo heading east from the channel by 'G23'
With a bit of NW wind, we raised sail in the Neuse River and headed for the Gale Creek anchorage just off the ICW we used last fall.  The wind god was capricious, giving us puffs of wind and then going light, but we were sailing in the direction we wanted to go.  After clearing the last shoal, the wind piped up to 18kts - more than desired, but with only a couple of miles before the channel turned into the wind, we didn't reef.  It was one of our more pleasant experiences on the Neuse River, which can be a difficult patch of water to cross when the wind pipes up.  We were anchored by 1945, in 9' of water, about 300' from the channel, which is shared with tugs and barges, and settled in for the night. 

Since we motored the final leg, I'd prepped dinner underway, allowing us to eat dinner before dark.  Not unexpectedly, we were driven below by hordes of mosquitoes as the wind died and darkness arrived.  It was a very quiet night.  Although we'd passed a couple of tug/barge combos before we'd anchored, we didn't feel any pass during the night.

Sundown as we anchor off 'G23' at Gale Creek

5/16/16    To  35 55.743N,    75 54.948W    East and South Lake off the Alligator River    68.5NM

In the morning, the cockpit was filled with mosquitoes, most either too cold or newly hatched to fly, that we wanted to remove before they had us for breakfast. Still undecided where we'd like to be when the weather deteriorated mid week, we were underway shortly after 0630, hoping to at least reach Bear Point on the Alligator River, taking advantage of the morning calm.  As we headed back to the channel, the sail boat that had been ahead of us Sunday (they anchored off Bear Creek, which looked intriguing, but was a bit further off the ICW) was approaching.

What we refer to as 'maximum wake', although most slow before passing, not all do
Before we reached the Pamlico River, we spotted the first eagles on our trip N.  One disadvantage of going offshore is the lack of wildlife we see along the ICW.  We both enjoy watching the various birds seen overhead and along the banks of the ICW.  By comparison, sailing offshore, while easier in many respects, is boring with little to see other than waves and water.

With very little wind, it was easy motoring, and Leonard decided to go a bit further to try a different anchorage either in East or South Lake, east of the mouth of the Alligator River, just before the shoals leading out to the sound.  We'd hoped to sail several of the broader areas, but most of the time the wind was too light and much too variable to just sail.  It was the one of the few days since we started N that we didn't sail at least part of the day.

One of the turtles basking in the sun along the Alligator/Pungo Canal
The Alligator Pungo Canal hasn't gotten shorter over the years, just wider, thanks to the wakes of the power boats that transit at full throttle.
Unfortunately, it only looks wider, although the dredged channel has been maintained at least 12' by the Army Corps of Engineers.  There were fewer deadheads and snags than we've seen on some past trips, so along with dredging, they also have removed some of the hazards to navigation.

Snags and dead heads from the canal piled on the bank

A navy fighter passing over the boat (F18?)
Leonard's high point for the day was watching jets do the military practice bombing runs, with screaming overhead on a low level passes.  Mine occurred simultaneously when I spotted something floating in the water.  There really are bears in NC, and one was swimming across the canal as we neared the end.  It took some prodding to get him to focus the camera down instead of up.  We've watched the fighters on almost every trip through this area - they are interesting, especially the night runs when you see the after burners, but we've never seen a bear before.

A bear swimming across the canal
After spending the afternoon transiting the Alligator River, and passing through the Alligator swing bridge, we approached the turnoff to the E for an anchorage in either E or S Lake, 2 smaller bodies of water to the E, before we'd negotiate the ever changing shoals out of the river.  Although there is water outside the dredged channel along the ICW on the Alligator River, there may be remnants of old day marks to be avoided.  Once again, it was one of our easier passages - the river is a large enough body of water to kick up good sized seas in any strong N or S wind.

'America', out of Sag Harbor, a beautiful 72' wooden vessel built in 1965 that pasted us on the Alligator River

The Alligator River swing bridge
We picked our way through the pot bobbers and anchored more or less at the confluence of  East and South Lakes, joining a German flagged vessel anchored nearby.  It's interesting to explore new anchorages along the way - this one was fine for a calm night, in a blow, we'd have needed to go further in to find a more sheltered spot (we were hoping for fewer mosquitoes).

Dusk at the anchorage by East and South lakes
5/17/16    To 36 38.658N,  76 03.620W    North Landing River 'R32'    53.2NM

With rain in the forecast Tuesday, we got an early start planning to stop at the free dock at Great Bridge.  We had some nice sailing on the Ablemare Sound, North River and Currituck Sound, passing through Coinjock before noon.  When I mentioned trying to time the series of bridges along this portion of the ICW, we dug out our old Skipper Bob book and realized we'd miss the 1600 opening at the Centerville Turnpike Bridge by 30 minutes, too much to make up - the next opening not until 1800.  Drats!  A check on Active Captain confirmed the times, so we looked for options.  Leonard suggested anchoring just S of the bridge and waiting for 1800.  I pointed an area we saw and noted last year, charted with 11-16' depths off the channel, just past 'R32'.  Investigating that looked to be a better idea since we could see the rain approaching from the W.

Add captionLocal watermen, pulling pots in the North River
We can verify that the chart is wrong.  While we didn't see anything deeper than 10', and much of it less, we did find enough room to anchor in 9' out of the channel (hopefully some tug pushing a barge won't miss the turn).  It wasn't perfect, but it would do in light winds with the possibility of thunderstorms low - we'd just be pestered with rain and drizzle associated with a warm front until sometime Wednesday. 

Anchored off R32 in the North Landing River - note occupied osprey nest in the daymark
We'll do some planning in the morning before heading to Great Bridge to time the bridge restrictions.  We'll deal with one more headache at SM 5.8, N of the Great Bridge Lock, where the N&S RR Bridge is undergoing repairs, and closed M-TH 0900 - 1300.  With a 7' clearance, no one gets through unless it's up (it usually is, unless a train is due).  We'll try to time our arrival better - that leaves the Gilmerton Bridge, just N of the RR bridge, as the last restricted bridge on the ICW.  This year, we managed to miss most of the bridges along the ICW by going offshore.

Lynnea

Friday, May 13, 2016

To North Carolina

5/11-12/16    34 12.331N    77 48.029W    Offshore - Wrightsville Beach, NC    138.9NM

It was just too tempting and I was disappointed, but not surprised, when a spring stop at Caper's Island was cancelled in lieu of an offshore hop to Southport and up the Cape Fear River.  Since we didn't want to fight the current heading out of Charleston (or have the ebb pinning us to the dock) we planned to depart around 1200, giving us time to do a load of laundry, pick up treats at Saffron and go for a walk.

An Ansonboro pocket park
Charleston has a number of neighborhoods that, in the era of the plantations, were 'suburbs', that have become part of Charleston.  Ansonboro, an old African-American neighborhood, is one we've explored in the past, and has some interesting homes and, like the rest of Charleston, a number of churches.  This time, we walked through Waggsboro, a mix of older homes and what looked like well kept project housing, with the neighborhood in the process of being 'gentrified', an interesting mix.

'Kermit' occupying a bench by the aquarium
By 1330, we'd cleared the Charleston breakwater and were sailing N toward Southport where we'd rejoin the ICW, heading for the anchorage at Wrightsville Beach.  It was another down wind run, which translated into another rocking and rolling sail, making it difficult to keep both sails filled in the following seas.  Of course, the rocking got more pronounced when it was time to make dinner, and continued through the night, but we were sailing.

Outbound, sharing the channel with a container ship - Charleston harbor was busy
Sundown on the way to Cape Fear

Eventually around 0400, the wind went light, but with the seas still 3-4', it became difficult to keep the main from backing as the wind switched between 120 off starboard to 120 off port, and we turned on the motor to keep up our speed and cause less wear and tear on the sail.  Motoring allowed us to catch the flood current up the Cape Fear River - a real plus as it can run over 2 kts!

Light house on Bald Head Island at the entrance to the Cape Fear River

It had been another boring, non-eventful night offshore, the bright point being dolphins that appeared while I was doing the 0600 log reading.  They swam with us for 10 minutes - more than enough to keep me awake and interested.  By 1030, we'd reached the entrance to the Cape Fear River, thankful for the healthy boost from the current.  Both of us were ready to call it a day by the time we reached the anchorage at Wrightsville Beach (about 14NM beyond the river on the ICW).  We were too tired to even consider launching the dinghy.

One of the many pelicans we saw looking for a meal on the Cape Fear River
Thunderheads had built up over the afternoon, and not long after we anchored, we watched more than enough down strokes to be  thankful we hadn't pressed on to Beaufort.  Luckily the worst of the storm went around us.  After checking the weather forecast- a front arriving with more thunderstorms  the next afternoon, we considered getting an early start in the morning to beat the front to Mile Hammock, the anchorage in the Marine Base at Camp Lejeaune. 

5/13/16    Wrightsville Beach Layday

But when we woke up in the morning, we decided to wait, and let the front blow past, besides, it was Friday the 13th, not that we're superstitious. With time before the front arrived, we launched the dinghy and went ashore after breakfast, and walked over to West Marine to get head chemical.  With the weather still not threatening after lunch, we went back ashore for some frozen custard and a walk on the beach (3+ miles hadn't been enough of a walk).  Our return to the boat was well timed - with dark clouds approaching, we managed to get the dinghy back on deck before the storm arrived.  Although the worst of the storm, once again missed us, there was enough lightening to re-purpose the oven as a Faraday Box for the laptop, camera and other electronic devices.

As I was preparing dinner, the Captain announced we'd be heading offshore, bright and early in the morning, for Beaufort (or beyond), a 70+NM trip, that we can complete before sundown now that the days are longer.  This hop avoids a batch of ill timed (for a sail boat) restricted bridges on the ICW, and saves a travel day.  We'll take another look at the weather in the morning before heading out.

Lynnea

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Charleston

5/9-10/16  At  32 47.368N,   79 55.452W    Charleston Maritime Center

A shrimper trawling his nets in the inlet at Charleston
As we ate breakfast, a replica galleon that had been on the dock at the Maritime Center departed.  We hadn't had time to really take a look at it before it left, but did spot a Spanish flag atop on of the spars.

Replica of a Spanish galleon departing the Maritime Center
Charleston has been one of our favorite stops, and staying at the Maritime Center has the advantage of being centrally located and within easy walking distance of a Harris Teetor super market and Saffron, an interesting bakery.  Although we were both tired after the night offshore (neither of us gets a lot of sleep), we went exploring after a quick lunch. 

St. Michael's Church - one of many church spires in Charleston
Yellow crowned night heron preening on her nest
In spring, Charleston is filled with the sweet scent of jasmine and viburnum that seem to be everywhere.  We arrive too late to see the azaleas and rhododendrons blooming in the gardens, but the window boxes are filled with a wide array of colors and plants.  It's also nesting season at the yellow-crowned night heron rookery tucked into the live oaks in Battery Park. I'm always amazed that these birds can coexist with all visitors (and dogs) in the park, but they seem oblivious to them (and most people equally oblivious to the herons overhead), and can be seen, sitting on nests or preening in the limbs overhead.

Colorful window box
Garden with a window
Wrought iron gate
Gate into a garden with a fountain
I suspect we include photos of the same houses, gates and churches every year, but they are interesting.  Many of the buildings on the peninsula date back to the mid 1700's when the Europeans began settling the area and are listed with the Preservation Society which was founded in 1920 as a means of preserving historic buildings.  They've done a terrific job, as most of the buildings have been restored and kept up through the decades, no small feat in a warm, salty environment.

Miles Brewton house and gate, built between 1765-69 
The early version of 'barb wire' on top the fence caught my eye
Detail of the early 'barb wire'
Walking through city, I've compared it with Burlington over the years, and came to the conclusion that while they share many similarities, Charleston has more churches and restaurants per capita.  However, in my opinion, being a farmer's market person, Burlington is hard to beat for variety, quality, and size, and the fact all vendors must grow or produce everything they sell.  Both are great places with lots of history. 

This frog caught my eye
When checking the delivery schedule for the windlass gears, we were pleased to see the 'on the truck to be delivered' Tuesday morning.  Leonard began disassembling the windlass - not an easy job when the boat has been in a salt water environment.  Upon occasion, the unit has gone home, placed in a vise and whacked numerous times to get it apart.  Miraculously, it came apart more easily than at any time in the past for maintenance (this is the 2nd set of gears he's replaced).  While waiting for the gears to arrive, he removed the solenoids, and checked and cleaned the connections on them.

While waiting, we walked over to Harris Teetor and filled 2 back packs and several bags with more provisions - the next place to do so will be Great Bridge, just S of Norfolk (one advantage of doing this trip so many times, is knowing where to get provisions and do laundry).  By the time we returned, the shipment had arrived, now for the reassemble.

In a perfect world, everything works like a charm.  Contrary to the slick brochures, boating is rarely a perfect world.  It was the right part, but the shaft was just a hair too big, resulting in a bit of elbow grease with some sand paper.  Eventually things slid into place, and all that remained to do was get it greased, reinstalled, the teak cover in the cabin screwed back in place and clean up the mess .  Around 1800, the task was successfully completed and the up button took up the chain, and the down button lowered it (he got it backward one year).  Having a working windlass is wonderful - you never know when you might need to raise the anchor in a hurry, or use the windlass to kedge off a shoal, (we've done both) and having a functioning windlass makes either situation less stressful.

We finally headed over to N King Street for a celebratory dinner around 1930, savoring some great food at Smoke BBQ washed down with a pint of bourbon ale, ending with a visit to the place on the corner for some home made ice cream.  Given the calories consumed, we should have walked down to the Battery before going back to the boat!

We'll head on our way tomorrow, no rush, since we want the current pushing us off the dock and high tide to negotiate the shoals by the Ben Sawyer Bridge.  I  plan to walk over to Saffron for bread and treats after tossing a load of laundry in the washer (free at the marina).  Most likely we'll stop at Whiteside Creek, and if we arrive early enough, launch the dinghy and go check out the impoundment  for birds, and the beach at Capers Island.  It's always been a stop on the trip S, but we've never gone ashore in the spring.

Now that we have another sunny day, Leonard is reconsidering our options (why am I not surprised??) and is considering riding the falling tide and going offshore to Southport (or possibly Beaufort) to rock and roll in the 3' swell in a light SW wind for another over night (or 2).  Looks like the horse is smelling the hay in the barn, and I won't be watching the wild life along the salt marshes.  However, it seems to be foolish to waste a decent weather window.  We both agree, although rolling in a following wind and sea gets tiring, it beats going to windward.

Lynnea