For some reason it has been difficult to write this last entry for the 10,000 mile tour. Maybe I am sad that it is over and this confirms it is indeed, over.
Enough mush. On with the story.
I am at home in NC and we just went through Hurricane Florence. While we fared well up in the RTP, our friends and neighbors at the coast and on the coastal plains have been hit especially hard.
The many marinas and boat yards will be out of commission for a while, making travel on the ICW difficult if not impossible for a while.
Our thoughts are with them.
When I last left you, David had arrived in Marsh Harbour, Abaco to join me for the final leg of the trip.
Off we went, leaving Mangoes Marina in our wake. Next stop was Great Sale Cay for a bumpy night on the hook. The anchor alarm woke me at about 2 AM and we had drug about 100 yards before the anchor reset itself. Of course I got very little sleep after that.
Underway at dawn, next stop West End and Old Bahama Bay to fuel up for our trip across the Gulf Stream to Florida. We got in at the tail end of a flotilla of boats fueling up for their Bahama adventures and had to wait in line for fuel. I was a bit worried about time because I wanted to check in with US Customs upon arrival and we were behind schedule.
Finally it was our turn and we topped of the tanks and headed west. The first hour was extremely bumpy but the forecast was set to improve towards the coast so he stayed the course. The seas did calm down and we made it to Fort Pierce City Marina, some 80 nautical miles from West End.
We were there in time to check in with Customs and Immigration but they would not answer the phone. The dock hand at the marina told us about a new app created by the folks at Homeland Security called CBP Roam that allows you to check in via the app and a video chat.
It took a while but I finally got it downloaded and used it to check in and, wonder of wonders, it worked! Score one for the feds. No trip to the airport, they didn't even require a video chat.
Just like that, we are legally back in the US.
|Sunset @ Fort Pierce|
The weather was in our favor (see red sky at night above) so we opted to travel on the outside while we could. After two over night/fuel stops, we were in Southport Marina, North Carolina.
|Leaving Charleston in a fog|
We did run into several thunderstorms but the views afterwards almost made it worth it.
From Southport we headed up the Cape Fear River, through Snow's Cut and out back into the Atlantic at Masonboro Inlet at Wrightsville Beach. From the inlet we headed East -Northeast to Beaufort Inlet, approximately 65 NM. On to Oriental, NC our next fuel and rest stop. Again running into and trying to dodge thunderstorms we made our way up the Pamlico Sound, passing the infamous Oregon Inlet and the famous Roanoke Island into the Albemarle Sound. We got caught in a storm and during the rocking and rolling our mast light support over the radome decided to go for a ride. Luckily the wires held while it was swinging around and we were able to subdue it without injury to crew. We made it into Coinjock Marina where we had a couple of much deserved drinks and some of the best soft shells we have ever had. We took off early the next morning to time our arrivals at the draw bridges to get into Norfolk.
|Not the kind of sky I like upon departure|
|Looks like the floating barracks have improved since I was on one in San Francisco|
Leaving Norfolk we encountered rough seas heading into the Chesapeake Bay. We decided to pull into Bell Isle Marina in Hampton for the night and wait for the promised calmer conditions in the morning.
We left the next morning hoping to make Annapolis. That would be a negative. The fuel gremlins that had plagued us came back to stand in our way.
We made it to Zimmerman Marine in Deltaville where we were able to get assistance and after two tries we were on our way! Needless to say a fuel polishing is in our future.
Off we go- next stop: Annapolis, home-port of the Knot Wafflen'!
|Happy Captain - coming home|
|Flying our colors|
|Spa Creek Bridge - 0.6 NM from home|
|The first of many passages through the bridge|
Well, we made it. 10,540 Nautical Miles. 1001 Engine Hours. Countless moments of joy, discovery, fellowship and oh shit, did you see that?!
The boat was awesome, the crews were awesome and I can't think of a better way to have spent 16 months.
In the first entry for this blog I hoped that the reader would be educated and entertained. I know I was and I hope that all who read enjoyed what was shared.
That is it for this delivery. On to the next.
Till next time.....
|Knot Wafflen' at home in Spa Creek|