Chapter One
I am taking the liberty of sharing our vacation to the Florida Keys with my fellow sailors. We did go by water, in our 1980 25 foot Macgregor sailboat.
We cast off all lines from our home dock in Naples, Fl. on Saturday, October 25, 2008 motoring south on the GICW to Goodland, Fl. just south of Marco Island around noon and arrived in Goodland at 4:00 p.m. , planning on using the time to get our sea legs and check out our onboard systems.
We docked at the Calusa Marina next to a couple who were on their way to Marathon, Fl., which was where we planned to make our next stop as well. We were both watching the weather with a sharp eye, as the wind predictions for Florida Bay was a bit in questions. Seeing that the average depth of the bay is only 7 feet and the wave height was predicted at 5-6 footers it is not a good idea to go across when you may very well find the hard bottom much to soon in these conditions. Sunday morning winds were stronger and no sign of letting up so we decided to wait it out back at home and try again next week. Our new sailing friends decided to anchor out at Goodland and do the same.
We were a bit disappointed by had no desire to start our trip hanging on the hook for 3 or 4 days when we only had about 10 days of vacation. We watched the weather all week and it didn’t break until Saturday, Nov. 1. We cast off in the dark at 6:30 a. m. and motored out of Gordon Pass into the Gulf at daybreak and begin out sail to Marathon, Fl.
Sailing all day with light wind out of the NNE we sailed SE to Marathon with our first sunset we were off the coast and near Goodland, where we had motored to in only 4 hours the weekend before. Sailing my be slow…but it sure is quite and cheap, gas wise that is.
The week before we first planned to leave I had decided that I really needed an auto helm and had found one on ebay and with some good luck, I had won the auction in time to get it before leaving and I have to admit, I don’t know how I could have done it without “Leroy” helping out on the tiller. We sailed all night and covered the 94 mile run, arriving at the 7 mile bridge at 8:30 a.m. on Sunday morning. Leroy and I had been at the helm for 26 hours and we looked forward to some “Zee” time.
We motor/sailed about half the way when the wind clocked around to the SE (on our nose) and total gas consumed by my 8 hp kicker was less then 5 gal.
We took a mooring ball at Boot Key Harbor for the night and proceeded to hit the showers and giving the puppy’s shore leave which they looked so forward to at last. The afternoon was reserved to resting from the long haul.
Our friends who had waited out the weather in Goodland had made the run across Florida Bay on Thursday and had some problems, a broken shackle on the main sail and dodging the crab pots and keeping their dingy from coming onboard with the following seas. We had suffered almost the same problems when the winds shifted on us as well, the mainsheet bracket broke on our mainsail but only after I had furled it and went to attached it to the topping lift did I discover it had fallen apart on the bimini top.
Mike & Bev were on the mooring ball next to us and they invited us to The Dockside Lounge for drinks and entertainment. A good time was had by all and we were back to the boat by 8 p.m. and ready for shuteye, as we planned to head out early for Bahia Honda State Park, about 14 miles SE of Marathon.
Florida Keys Adventure
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Chapter Two
At 10:30 a.m. Monday morning we left the city dock in Boot Key after taking care of all the little things like walking the dogs, topping off the fresh water tank, dumping the port-a-potty and adding ice to the 5 day…or open me 5 times Igloo cooler whichever comes first.
It was a beautiful day on the water. We were motor sailing with just the head sail out. Totally relaxed, puppies asleep in the cockpit. We arrived Bahia Honda at 12:30 p.m. and decided to take a spot along the seawall to make it easier to walk the dogs.
They had very nice walking paths, restrooms and showers. The views from the old railroad bridge made for some wonderful views. The marina snack stand served up a very tasty Cheeseburger in Paradise. I got in 12 more hours of much needed sleep Monday night.
On election day morning we awoke around 6:00 a.m. and I make coffee and we enjoyed it at the picnic table’s right beside the boat. We cast off for Key West at 7:30 a.m. and sailed down Hawk Channel on the ocean side.
Judy shampooed her hair in the cockpit and spent most of the day waiting on it to dry. Sort a like watching paint dry….real excitement. Thank goodness for the US Navy…for I enjoyed the take off and landing of the fighter jets at the Naval Air Station Key West on Stock Island. As we were rounding the point to of Key West we were further entertained by the “Go Fast Boats” as we were soon to find out this was the week of the National Powerboat Championships. We arrived at Key West Bight and tied up at the T-Dock of A&B Marina. Here we set among the rich & famous for the mer sum of $3.00 per ft. The puppies were received with open arms everywhere we went in Key West. Say what you want about Key West, a town that loves dogs is “Ok” in my book. More about our time in Key West next time.
At 10:30 a.m. Monday morning we left the city dock in Boot Key after taking care of all the little things like walking the dogs, topping off the fresh water tank, dumping the port-a-potty and adding ice to the 5 day…or open me 5 times Igloo cooler whichever comes first.
It was a beautiful day on the water. We were motor sailing with just the head sail out. Totally relaxed, puppies asleep in the cockpit. We arrived Bahia Honda at 12:30 p.m. and decided to take a spot along the seawall to make it easier to walk the dogs.
They had very nice walking paths, restrooms and showers. The views from the old railroad bridge made for some wonderful views. The marina snack stand served up a very tasty Cheeseburger in Paradise. I got in 12 more hours of much needed sleep Monday night.
On election day morning we awoke around 6:00 a.m. and I make coffee and we enjoyed it at the picnic table’s right beside the boat. We cast off for Key West at 7:30 a.m. and sailed down Hawk Channel on the ocean side.
Judy shampooed her hair in the cockpit and spent most of the day waiting on it to dry. Sort a like watching paint dry….real excitement. Thank goodness for the US Navy…for I enjoyed the take off and landing of the fighter jets at the Naval Air Station Key West on Stock Island. As we were rounding the point to of Key West we were further entertained by the “Go Fast Boats” as we were soon to find out this was the week of the National Powerboat Championships. We arrived at Key West Bight and tied up at the T-Dock of A&B Marina. Here we set among the rich & famous for the mer sum of $3.00 per ft. The puppies were received with open arms everywhere we went in Key West. Say what you want about Key West, a town that loves dogs is “Ok” in my book. More about our time in Key West next time.
Re: Florida Keys Adventure
Chapter Three
We have only been in the Keys for 3 days now and we have both come down with “Key Disease”. This is the condition where folks come down on vacation and decide to say. The hard part is finding a way to make some income while enjoying paradise. Some will know this a way to reinburse the cruising kitty. Well I started by telling everyone who wanted to pet my puppy’s that would be $5.00 please. One lady told me I hadn’t been in Key West long but I sure do catch on to the local ways in a hurry. Dare to say, I must not have made myself clear enough, for I didn’t collect a dime and at least 50 people petted my puppy’s.
We enjoyed sunsets, and the Mallory Square entertainers as there were no cruise ships in port on Tuesday night. It was not as crowded as when the mass of touris from the big boats are in town. Some of the places we eat were Pepe's Cafe, 806 Caroline St. , Kellys Caribbean Bar and Grill, 301 Whitehead St. , Damn Good Food To Go , 700 Front Street, A&B Lobster House (Raw Bar),700 Front Street. All the food was outstanding, and we were able to enjoy our meals with our puppy’s at our feet.
I watched election night returns at A&B Raw Bar which is at the end of our dock, so it was a short walk directly into the bar at the end of the gang way. Being a left wing liberal I enjoyed the returns along with a plate of raw oysters as I watched the owners of all those big yatchs tied up next to my little $5000.00 sail boat cry in their beer. That will be all on politics.
On Wednesday the first heat of powerboat races started around 10:30 in the morning. There were three heats ran with the last around 2:30 p.m. in the afternoon. Although I am not a big fan, it was interesting to watch and loud as hull. The track took them deep into the harbor and you got a up close and personal look as they made the turn right in front of us. It is my belief that as gas prices were falling across the country last week, we would have seen a much deeper fall if not for the Powerboat races taking place when they did. Based on the thousands of gallons of gas they must have used kept demand up enough to slow the decline in prices nationwide.
We visited Mel Fisher’s Maritime Museum at 200 Greene St. Mel Fisher is the treasure hunter who discovered the Atocha and her sister ship, Santa Margarita on July 20, 1985. I had the honor of meeting Mel back in 1987, my first year in Florida. I found him to be a very down to earth simple, humble man. Oh yea, I checked to make sure I still had my gold wedding band after meeting the man. Gold had a way of finding Mel , I am not so sure it was the other way around.
We have only been in the Keys for 3 days now and we have both come down with “Key Disease”. This is the condition where folks come down on vacation and decide to say. The hard part is finding a way to make some income while enjoying paradise. Some will know this a way to reinburse the cruising kitty. Well I started by telling everyone who wanted to pet my puppy’s that would be $5.00 please. One lady told me I hadn’t been in Key West long but I sure do catch on to the local ways in a hurry. Dare to say, I must not have made myself clear enough, for I didn’t collect a dime and at least 50 people petted my puppy’s.
We enjoyed sunsets, and the Mallory Square entertainers as there were no cruise ships in port on Tuesday night. It was not as crowded as when the mass of touris from the big boats are in town. Some of the places we eat were Pepe's Cafe, 806 Caroline St. , Kellys Caribbean Bar and Grill, 301 Whitehead St. , Damn Good Food To Go , 700 Front Street, A&B Lobster House (Raw Bar),700 Front Street. All the food was outstanding, and we were able to enjoy our meals with our puppy’s at our feet.
I watched election night returns at A&B Raw Bar which is at the end of our dock, so it was a short walk directly into the bar at the end of the gang way. Being a left wing liberal I enjoyed the returns along with a plate of raw oysters as I watched the owners of all those big yatchs tied up next to my little $5000.00 sail boat cry in their beer. That will be all on politics.
On Wednesday the first heat of powerboat races started around 10:30 in the morning. There were three heats ran with the last around 2:30 p.m. in the afternoon. Although I am not a big fan, it was interesting to watch and loud as hull. The track took them deep into the harbor and you got a up close and personal look as they made the turn right in front of us. It is my belief that as gas prices were falling across the country last week, we would have seen a much deeper fall if not for the Powerboat races taking place when they did. Based on the thousands of gallons of gas they must have used kept demand up enough to slow the decline in prices nationwide.
We visited Mel Fisher’s Maritime Museum at 200 Greene St. Mel Fisher is the treasure hunter who discovered the Atocha and her sister ship, Santa Margarita on July 20, 1985. I had the honor of meeting Mel back in 1987, my first year in Florida. I found him to be a very down to earth simple, humble man. Oh yea, I checked to make sure I still had my gold wedding band after meeting the man. Gold had a way of finding Mel , I am not so sure it was the other way around.
Re: Florida Keys Adventure
Chapter Four
We cast off our lines at A&B Marina at 9:00 a.m. on Thursday, Nov. 6 wanting to get out of the harbor before the Coast Guard closed the harbor for another day of races like they had done the day before. We found out later that the next set of races wasn’t till Saturday. All the same we were on our way back up the outer coast motor sailing with a steady head wind on our nose. Judy spent most of the day in the cabin with her dogs cuddled around her while she enjoyed a good book. Leroy and I stayed at the helm and enjoyed the view. It was mostly overcast with a few patches of blue every now and then. The Navy jets were there to keep us company for the first several hours.
I had originally planned to sail to Surgerloaf Key and spend the night on a ball at the KOA there. Just to check it out for future use but thought I had seen enough of the lower keys and would maybe head on to Bahia Honda for the night. That way the next day or two would give me time to go north of Marathon to Long Key which would make a shorter passage across Florida Bay on the finial leg home.
There was another sail boat ghosting us on out aft portside and I contacted him to determine his plans. The S/V Quest was heading for Ft. Lauderdale and told me if I planned on anchoring out at Bahia Honda to be careful for his last visit there that the bottom between the bridges had been scoured out by the currants and was poor holding. I thanked him for the heads up and we continued on shadowing each other the rest of the day.
As we approached Bahia Honda around 4:30 p.m.….all I could think about was those outstanding Cheeseburgers they served up at the snack stand. Now if I could only get to dock before they closed the stand…..wheeeeee….we made it. They had shut down the grill but had two…count them..two burgers under the heat lamp…I made it.
While enjoying the burgers on the balcony of the marina office and enjoying the view the pesky little no-seem’s arrived. Judy was not to keen on going on the hook outside the marina basin, and I wasn’t to keen on sticking around to become bug dessert. We shoved off with the sun setting and headed for Boot Key….14 miles up the coast. Let me remind you all here that 14 miles in a sailboat with a 8hp kicker fighting the wind equates to 4 hours away. That means we are entering Boot Key around 8 p.m. and the drawbridge closes at 7pm. So here we are 4 hours later…Judy standing lookout while I watch the chart plotter/sudo radar for sticks….Day markers…in the dark. We make it through the entrance to Boot Key without hitting any sticks and decide to drop anchor just in front of the bridge. There are several boats in the harbor on the hook and Judy is at the helm and I am on the fore deck ready to drop the hook. I gave directions to move further away from a nearby boat and Judy doesn’t seem to understand…I am sure she just can’t hear me…so I increase the volume and she increases her volume back at me. Rather then get louder and wake the other boaters I go back to the helm to take over the helm an “do the job right”. I give her gas and she doesn’t go anywhere. Judy said I told you so…..by the way did “You” raise the keel? Hum…I check the depth gauge and see we are in 1 foot of water with a 5’ swing keel in the down position….At last we have run aground. After raising the keel we motored a few more feet away the nearest boat and dropped the hook. Bedtime for Bonzo.
We cast off our lines at A&B Marina at 9:00 a.m. on Thursday, Nov. 6 wanting to get out of the harbor before the Coast Guard closed the harbor for another day of races like they had done the day before. We found out later that the next set of races wasn’t till Saturday. All the same we were on our way back up the outer coast motor sailing with a steady head wind on our nose. Judy spent most of the day in the cabin with her dogs cuddled around her while she enjoyed a good book. Leroy and I stayed at the helm and enjoyed the view. It was mostly overcast with a few patches of blue every now and then. The Navy jets were there to keep us company for the first several hours.
I had originally planned to sail to Surgerloaf Key and spend the night on a ball at the KOA there. Just to check it out for future use but thought I had seen enough of the lower keys and would maybe head on to Bahia Honda for the night. That way the next day or two would give me time to go north of Marathon to Long Key which would make a shorter passage across Florida Bay on the finial leg home.
There was another sail boat ghosting us on out aft portside and I contacted him to determine his plans. The S/V Quest was heading for Ft. Lauderdale and told me if I planned on anchoring out at Bahia Honda to be careful for his last visit there that the bottom between the bridges had been scoured out by the currants and was poor holding. I thanked him for the heads up and we continued on shadowing each other the rest of the day.
As we approached Bahia Honda around 4:30 p.m.….all I could think about was those outstanding Cheeseburgers they served up at the snack stand. Now if I could only get to dock before they closed the stand…..wheeeeee….we made it. They had shut down the grill but had two…count them..two burgers under the heat lamp…I made it.
While enjoying the burgers on the balcony of the marina office and enjoying the view the pesky little no-seem’s arrived. Judy was not to keen on going on the hook outside the marina basin, and I wasn’t to keen on sticking around to become bug dessert. We shoved off with the sun setting and headed for Boot Key….14 miles up the coast. Let me remind you all here that 14 miles in a sailboat with a 8hp kicker fighting the wind equates to 4 hours away. That means we are entering Boot Key around 8 p.m. and the drawbridge closes at 7pm. So here we are 4 hours later…Judy standing lookout while I watch the chart plotter/sudo radar for sticks….Day markers…in the dark. We make it through the entrance to Boot Key without hitting any sticks and decide to drop anchor just in front of the bridge. There are several boats in the harbor on the hook and Judy is at the helm and I am on the fore deck ready to drop the hook. I gave directions to move further away from a nearby boat and Judy doesn’t seem to understand…I am sure she just can’t hear me…so I increase the volume and she increases her volume back at me. Rather then get louder and wake the other boaters I go back to the helm to take over the helm an “do the job right”. I give her gas and she doesn’t go anywhere. Judy said I told you so…..by the way did “You” raise the keel? Hum…I check the depth gauge and see we are in 1 foot of water with a 5’ swing keel in the down position….At last we have run aground. After raising the keel we motored a few more feet away the nearest boat and dropped the hook. Bedtime for Bonzo.
Re: Florida Keys Adventure
Chapter Five
When morning came we motored over to Berdine’s dock which was only a few hundred feet from where we were anchored and topped of the ice and walked the dogs. The folks at Berdine’s were very friendly folks and we made several stops there to gas up and walk the dogs. It was easy to come and go from their docks with lots of room to manuvour the boat in a cross wind.
We motored on into Boot Key and hooked up to a mooring ball next to our friends Mike & Bev aboard “Walküre”, their homemade is a AS-29, designed by Phil Bolger. The design is really unique, and provides some special features than make it ideally suited to this journey. The boat is 29'6" long, 7'10" wide. It has two retractable "bilge boards" instead of a fixed keel. This makes it able to enter places where the water is shallow. It can navigate in water less than 2 feet deep. It also has two masts mounted in tabernacles. The masts are counterbalanced. This makes it very easy to lower the masts for getting under low bridges. Mike built the boat over a four year period part time.
Judy and I and the dogs took a walk to Publix Supermarket today to get a few things. That is a one mile walk to and from and I had to carry the dogs part way back. Next time I will bring bigger dogs…so they can carry me. We took a rest break by having lunch at the Cracked Conch Café on the way back. Their food was outstanding , but their service is indescribable. Rose , our waitress first showed up at our table on the patio with two cups of iced water for the puppy’s and then returned with two cups of chopped ham for the puppy’s as well. Then she said she had all the important stuff taken care of and would be able to take our orders now. From that point on, I couldn’t find anything wrong with this restaurant. When you are in the area, stop and ask for Rose and tell her your buddies of the “Papillon’s”.
The wind has picked up and the forecast isn’t looking good for a departure from Marathon for a few days. We joined Mike and Bev for a visit to the Crane Point Museum, Nature Center & Historic Site. Another 1 mile hike…just across the street from the Publix Supermarket. It was a interesting place to learn about the keys from a “Green” point of view. They had walking trails , wild bird hospital, and lots of gods little creatures running about.
We enjoyed a few hours there and the company.
Back on the boat , I cooked chili for dinner. Don’t make a face, but it was of the can kind. I was pretty damn good for coming out of a can. After dinner Judy headed to shore to take a shower and walk the dogs.
Upon returning she said out of the blue…why don’t we head out tonight since the wind has died down, so not really enjoying the waiting anymore then she did, I said why not…..All events after this moment we are blaming on Judy….she started it.
When morning came we motored over to Berdine’s dock which was only a few hundred feet from where we were anchored and topped of the ice and walked the dogs. The folks at Berdine’s were very friendly folks and we made several stops there to gas up and walk the dogs. It was easy to come and go from their docks with lots of room to manuvour the boat in a cross wind.
We motored on into Boot Key and hooked up to a mooring ball next to our friends Mike & Bev aboard “Walküre”, their homemade is a AS-29, designed by Phil Bolger. The design is really unique, and provides some special features than make it ideally suited to this journey. The boat is 29'6" long, 7'10" wide. It has two retractable "bilge boards" instead of a fixed keel. This makes it able to enter places where the water is shallow. It can navigate in water less than 2 feet deep. It also has two masts mounted in tabernacles. The masts are counterbalanced. This makes it very easy to lower the masts for getting under low bridges. Mike built the boat over a four year period part time.
Judy and I and the dogs took a walk to Publix Supermarket today to get a few things. That is a one mile walk to and from and I had to carry the dogs part way back. Next time I will bring bigger dogs…so they can carry me. We took a rest break by having lunch at the Cracked Conch Café on the way back. Their food was outstanding , but their service is indescribable. Rose , our waitress first showed up at our table on the patio with two cups of iced water for the puppy’s and then returned with two cups of chopped ham for the puppy’s as well. Then she said she had all the important stuff taken care of and would be able to take our orders now. From that point on, I couldn’t find anything wrong with this restaurant. When you are in the area, stop and ask for Rose and tell her your buddies of the “Papillon’s”.
The wind has picked up and the forecast isn’t looking good for a departure from Marathon for a few days. We joined Mike and Bev for a visit to the Crane Point Museum, Nature Center & Historic Site. Another 1 mile hike…just across the street from the Publix Supermarket. It was a interesting place to learn about the keys from a “Green” point of view. They had walking trails , wild bird hospital, and lots of gods little creatures running about.
We enjoyed a few hours there and the company.
Back on the boat , I cooked chili for dinner. Don’t make a face, but it was of the can kind. I was pretty damn good for coming out of a can. After dinner Judy headed to shore to take a shower and walk the dogs.
Upon returning she said out of the blue…why don’t we head out tonight since the wind has died down, so not really enjoying the waiting anymore then she did, I said why not…..All events after this moment we are blaming on Judy….she started it.
Re: Florida Keys Adventure
Chapter Six
We had made the discussion to cast off and make the run to the west coast of Florida across Florida Bay. We had come across in the dark on the way down and had no second thoughts about doing the same going back. Our plan was to get pass Cape Sable and hug the coast to make anchorage around Little Shark River come morning. Then no matter how the weather changed we could hug the coast all the way to Coon Pass and then we would be able to go inside at Goodland and motor the rest of the way home with good protection.
We made haste to get out of Boot Key in time to get to the harbor bridge before the bridge tender went home for the day. As we passed under the bridge, the tender asked where we were going and Judy told him Naples. His response was ; “Better you then me, Good Luck”. Now that response alone should have told us something. Anyone in his right mind would have turned around right than and there. No us…onward…forward.
As we passed under the 7 mile bridge everything was fine, the wind was out of the NNE and I raised the main and let out the Ginny and we were sailing closed hauled due north. The wind was about 10-15 knots. I set Leroy on a due north heading and he was holding course and I just set back and relaxed. Somewhere around midnight the wind started picking up and changing from NNE to N and back again and back again. It just couldn’t make up it’s mind. The seas had increased from 2 to 4’s and were now 3 to 5’s and from every direction. It was like being in a washing machine. I furled the Ginny and was thinking about dropping the main to the first reef point (Shorten the Sail)….but while I was thinking about it….I heard a ping.…..not a good sound while in the middle of Florida Bay at 1:30 a.m. or any other time for that matter.
I have to tell you all the story and may get slap across the head if Judy reads this, but my bride was in the cabin with her puppy’s and just so happened to be setting on the porta-potty when the results of that “Ping Sound” made a crashing sound…the crevice ring that holds the pin that holds the forestay had fallen out and the mast came crashing down. I saw it coming and turned the boat so the wind caught the sail from the side, taking the mast and sail down on my port side beside the boat, and now dead center on my head.
I called out to Judy, “Get up here….we’re in trouble”. I must have said it more then once, for she told me later that she heard me the first time but it was hard to move very quick while trying to pull up her shorts and walk at the same time in a rolling boat.
She pitched in without a word and took the helm while I took lines and secured the mast to the side of the boat. Everything was tossing around and the sail was thrashing , shroud lines were twisted and it took about 20 minutes to get it all tidy. I cranked up the motor and tried to get a bearing on where we were and checked my cell phone for service. Lord and behold I had service.
I phoned my buddy Joe in Naples and got him out of bed. Let me say here just for the record. If I am not having a good day, none of my friends and family are going to either. I told Joe that I was 18 miles from Flamingo, Fl. which is on the east side of Cape Sable and that I was going to try to make it there, so for him and my buddy Pat needed to put the Papillon in the water and free up the trailer so they could come a get us.
After setting a heading for Flamingo and riving up the 8 horse I set back and took a deep breath. About 30 minutes later I checked the GPS and saw that in the last half an hour I had only made good 9 tenths of a mile. I had 9 gals of fuel on board and it didn’t take any rocket sciences to figure out that at that rate we would be without power and adrift long before we got to land.
I plotted a course back to Marathon and found we were only 15 miles from where we had started and it was downwind from where we were. Now, no one likes turning back and traveling over the same ground, but beating against the head seas and not enough gas to do it in the first place, It didn’t take much for me to see that it was my best and wises choice. So back to Marathon we sailed.
In the mean time Judy and the dogs were making themselves cozy in the cabin and I was requesting more clothes. The night air and wind chill was starting to get to me. The sounds of the seas and the motor and the lack of some sound I couldn’t quite figure out got my attention. It came to me that I wasn’t hearing the slap of the dingy (Joe’s Walker Bay) was part of those sounds. I looked back and Little Joe was not to be seen. The toll rope was there on the rear railing but no Little Joe. I dropped down and looked back so I could see the water meeting the night horizon and scanned the sea. Low and behold there was a flash of white off my port beam. I called out for Judy to come on deck and instructed her to find the boat hook while all the time never taking my sight off of the dingy. It took two passes before she was able to hook the dinghy’s anchor line and we were able to reattach the town line. This time I tied a bowline. We had lost one oar in the process and would find out later that they may make them one at a time but WM doesn’t sell them but in sets. Total replacement cost with last weekends “Private Sale” came to $120.00 .
We crossed under the 7 mile bridge around 7:30 a.m. and was treated to a beautiful sunrise. Now again, let me point out that you don’t hear me using beautiful and sunrise in the same sentence very often. I think I saw more sunrises on the trip then I had seen in the previous 20 years. We motored into Boot Key and stopped at our old friends, Berdine’s to find out where the nearest boat ramp was located. They informed me that I had to go back to the 7 mile bridge and motor up the gulf side of Marathon about 8 miles. This route was not acceptable, so they suggested I check with Marathon Boat Works just on the other side of the Boot Key Bridge, less then a half mile away.
The folks at MBW were top notch. They said they could get me hauled out just after lunch and I got on the phone to contact Pat (My Driver) and he was leaving Naples as we spoke. I gave him directions to the boat yard and the folks at MBW proceeded to haul Judy, the Dogs and I to the Stuffed Pig…about a mile or two up US1. We had a wonderful breakfast and about a whole pot of coffee. MBW came and picked us up and took us back to the boat.
It was not time to prepare the boat for loading on the trailer and getting the dingy out of the water to load in the back of my truck. With all that done, I at last got to lay down for a short nap. I had been awake for 16 hours without a break. Pat arrived at 12:30 p.m. and we were travel lifted out and on the trailer by 1:30 p.m. On the road again…..heading home.
A summery of stats:
We sailed/motor sailed: 270 nautical miles
Gas used: 12 gallons
Mooring/Dockage 266.00 dollars
Food (Restaurants) Way to much….but it was goooooooood.
Haul Out 95.00 dollars
Damage to boat Minor ( I have repaired some fiberglass and the total cost of materials will be less then $50.00.
The fun and adventure of it all……Priceless
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We had made the discussion to cast off and make the run to the west coast of Florida across Florida Bay. We had come across in the dark on the way down and had no second thoughts about doing the same going back. Our plan was to get pass Cape Sable and hug the coast to make anchorage around Little Shark River come morning. Then no matter how the weather changed we could hug the coast all the way to Coon Pass and then we would be able to go inside at Goodland and motor the rest of the way home with good protection.
We made haste to get out of Boot Key in time to get to the harbor bridge before the bridge tender went home for the day. As we passed under the bridge, the tender asked where we were going and Judy told him Naples. His response was ; “Better you then me, Good Luck”. Now that response alone should have told us something. Anyone in his right mind would have turned around right than and there. No us…onward…forward.
As we passed under the 7 mile bridge everything was fine, the wind was out of the NNE and I raised the main and let out the Ginny and we were sailing closed hauled due north. The wind was about 10-15 knots. I set Leroy on a due north heading and he was holding course and I just set back and relaxed. Somewhere around midnight the wind started picking up and changing from NNE to N and back again and back again. It just couldn’t make up it’s mind. The seas had increased from 2 to 4’s and were now 3 to 5’s and from every direction. It was like being in a washing machine. I furled the Ginny and was thinking about dropping the main to the first reef point (Shorten the Sail)….but while I was thinking about it….I heard a ping.…..not a good sound while in the middle of Florida Bay at 1:30 a.m. or any other time for that matter.
I have to tell you all the story and may get slap across the head if Judy reads this, but my bride was in the cabin with her puppy’s and just so happened to be setting on the porta-potty when the results of that “Ping Sound” made a crashing sound…the crevice ring that holds the pin that holds the forestay had fallen out and the mast came crashing down. I saw it coming and turned the boat so the wind caught the sail from the side, taking the mast and sail down on my port side beside the boat, and now dead center on my head.
I called out to Judy, “Get up here….we’re in trouble”. I must have said it more then once, for she told me later that she heard me the first time but it was hard to move very quick while trying to pull up her shorts and walk at the same time in a rolling boat.
She pitched in without a word and took the helm while I took lines and secured the mast to the side of the boat. Everything was tossing around and the sail was thrashing , shroud lines were twisted and it took about 20 minutes to get it all tidy. I cranked up the motor and tried to get a bearing on where we were and checked my cell phone for service. Lord and behold I had service.
I phoned my buddy Joe in Naples and got him out of bed. Let me say here just for the record. If I am not having a good day, none of my friends and family are going to either. I told Joe that I was 18 miles from Flamingo, Fl. which is on the east side of Cape Sable and that I was going to try to make it there, so for him and my buddy Pat needed to put the Papillon in the water and free up the trailer so they could come a get us.
After setting a heading for Flamingo and riving up the 8 horse I set back and took a deep breath. About 30 minutes later I checked the GPS and saw that in the last half an hour I had only made good 9 tenths of a mile. I had 9 gals of fuel on board and it didn’t take any rocket sciences to figure out that at that rate we would be without power and adrift long before we got to land.
I plotted a course back to Marathon and found we were only 15 miles from where we had started and it was downwind from where we were. Now, no one likes turning back and traveling over the same ground, but beating against the head seas and not enough gas to do it in the first place, It didn’t take much for me to see that it was my best and wises choice. So back to Marathon we sailed.
In the mean time Judy and the dogs were making themselves cozy in the cabin and I was requesting more clothes. The night air and wind chill was starting to get to me. The sounds of the seas and the motor and the lack of some sound I couldn’t quite figure out got my attention. It came to me that I wasn’t hearing the slap of the dingy (Joe’s Walker Bay) was part of those sounds. I looked back and Little Joe was not to be seen. The toll rope was there on the rear railing but no Little Joe. I dropped down and looked back so I could see the water meeting the night horizon and scanned the sea. Low and behold there was a flash of white off my port beam. I called out for Judy to come on deck and instructed her to find the boat hook while all the time never taking my sight off of the dingy. It took two passes before she was able to hook the dinghy’s anchor line and we were able to reattach the town line. This time I tied a bowline. We had lost one oar in the process and would find out later that they may make them one at a time but WM doesn’t sell them but in sets. Total replacement cost with last weekends “Private Sale” came to $120.00 .
We crossed under the 7 mile bridge around 7:30 a.m. and was treated to a beautiful sunrise. Now again, let me point out that you don’t hear me using beautiful and sunrise in the same sentence very often. I think I saw more sunrises on the trip then I had seen in the previous 20 years. We motored into Boot Key and stopped at our old friends, Berdine’s to find out where the nearest boat ramp was located. They informed me that I had to go back to the 7 mile bridge and motor up the gulf side of Marathon about 8 miles. This route was not acceptable, so they suggested I check with Marathon Boat Works just on the other side of the Boot Key Bridge, less then a half mile away.
The folks at MBW were top notch. They said they could get me hauled out just after lunch and I got on the phone to contact Pat (My Driver) and he was leaving Naples as we spoke. I gave him directions to the boat yard and the folks at MBW proceeded to haul Judy, the Dogs and I to the Stuffed Pig…about a mile or two up US1. We had a wonderful breakfast and about a whole pot of coffee. MBW came and picked us up and took us back to the boat.
It was not time to prepare the boat for loading on the trailer and getting the dingy out of the water to load in the back of my truck. With all that done, I at last got to lay down for a short nap. I had been awake for 16 hours without a break. Pat arrived at 12:30 p.m. and we were travel lifted out and on the trailer by 1:30 p.m. On the road again…..heading home.
A summery of stats:
We sailed/motor sailed: 270 nautical miles
Gas used: 12 gallons
Mooring/Dockage 266.00 dollars
Food (Restaurants) Way to much….but it was goooooooood.
Haul Out 95.00 dollars
Damage to boat Minor ( I have repaired some fiberglass and the total cost of materials will be less then $50.00.
The fun and adventure of it all……Priceless
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Québec 1
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Re: Florida Keys Adventure
Wow , what an adventure and a very well detailed account. I can only say that the point where you impressed me was here ...and I quote ''I saw it coming and turned the boat so the wind caught the sail from the side, taking the mast and sail down on my port side beside the boat, and not dead centre on my head'' The ability to react instinctively the correct way (never panic...and raising ones voice is sometimes a good thing) is the sign of a true sailor.
Bravo
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p.s. Picture No.35 (GPS chart) is just a hoot!
Bravo
Q1
p.s. Picture No.35 (GPS chart) is just a hoot!
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opie
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Re: Florida Keys Adventure
CMikey,
Can you describe the failure of the ring again that brought down the forestay? Was it old, abused, loose,??? I ask because you may be able to help me and others prevent such a disaster.....
Great story, and thanks for sharing it...
Can you describe the failure of the ring again that brought down the forestay? Was it old, abused, loose,??? I ask because you may be able to help me and others prevent such a disaster.....
Great story, and thanks for sharing it...
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opie
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Re: Florida Keys Adventure
One more question. Can you detail the autohelm that you purchased? Sounds like a good one.
Re: Florida Keys Adventure
The cravice ring was new (3 months) old. It was the one under the CDI Furler that attaches the forestay to the bow chine plate. In hindsight I can only blame myself for not checking the rigging closer before casting off on this trip. I sail the boat two to three times a week and should have taken time to inspect all my rigging. This should be done weekly or even before every sail, but who of us really does this. I do from now on.
Leroy is an "Autohelm 800" and I purchased it online at E-Bay for $265.00. It is no longer made as the company has been bought up by Raymarine and they have replaced it with a newer more morden model.
Autohelm 800
Leroy is an "Autohelm 800" and I purchased it online at E-Bay for $265.00. It is no longer made as the company has been bought up by Raymarine and they have replaced it with a newer more morden model.
Autohelm 800
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Matt19020
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Re: Florida Keys Adventure
CMikey,
I enjoyed reading your adventure and am glad all is OK and no one got hurt. I ran into a similar situation which made me take future precautions.
My mast came down two years ago while motoring through a heavy chop. The only thing that kept it from hitting the deck was the 1/4 furling line that was cleated off. My shrouds were a little on the loose side and I believe the "bouncing" of the mast was the cause. I ran a second forestay last year and it does give me piece of mind knowing it is there. My boat was new and there was some sort of pin failure. Either pin shear or cotter pin failure. It had a quick release style pin and it was installed properly and checked prior to the trip that day. Now I only use a ring ding type of pin.
This has been tested and so far all is good. Mast hound should be as hgh on the mast as possible and turnbuckle is on the port side of anchor roller. In this location there is no interference to the furling jib and the Mod was less then $100, including swagging tool from Duckworks.com This now gives me some piece of mind with a redundant forestay
I enjoyed reading your adventure and am glad all is OK and no one got hurt. I ran into a similar situation which made me take future precautions.
My mast came down two years ago while motoring through a heavy chop. The only thing that kept it from hitting the deck was the 1/4 furling line that was cleated off. My shrouds were a little on the loose side and I believe the "bouncing" of the mast was the cause. I ran a second forestay last year and it does give me piece of mind knowing it is there. My boat was new and there was some sort of pin failure. Either pin shear or cotter pin failure. It had a quick release style pin and it was installed properly and checked prior to the trip that day. Now I only use a ring ding type of pin.
This has been tested and so far all is good. Mast hound should be as hgh on the mast as possible and turnbuckle is on the port side of anchor roller. In this location there is no interference to the furling jib and the Mod was less then $100, including swagging tool from Duckworks.com This now gives me some piece of mind with a redundant forestay
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Re: Florida Keys Adventure
Great Adventure and too am glad no one suffered any injuries. Thanks again for posting all that info
See You fellows out on the blue soon
See You fellows out on the blue soon
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Re: Florida Keys Adventure
I replaced all of my rings with SS Key rings. 1 inch will work but 1/2 is better. A little harder to get off but none have failed me in 5500 water miles.
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Re: Florida Keys Adventure
Mike, great story about your adventure! How did you manage going anyware with the mast tied to hull?
If you are up for another trip...how about joining us (WCTSS) for a trip to Homestead Dec. 29-Jan. 2nd.
Dave
If you are up for another trip...how about joining us (WCTSS) for a trip to Homestead Dec. 29-Jan. 2nd.
Dave