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St. Augustine
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Well, somewhere on this leg we hit our
1,000-mile mark - hard to believe! So much has happened, yet we
haven't even left the States yet. This will be our last update until
we reach the Bahamas. We're not sure of our departure date but are
aiming for March 19, maybe March 20. This looks like good weather for
crossing...
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St. Augustine to Daytona Beach
The trip to Daytona Beach was fairly
uneventful. But we did start seeing more palm trees, at last! This
soon gave way to more development as we neared Daytona. We also passed
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Daytona to Titusville
There was plenty of wildlife to see on
the way to Daytona Beach. We've been seeing dolphins for awhile
now, but we were very uncomfortable with a snake who looked as if it wanted
to jump on board... Nolan had a great time on this leg of our
journey, starting with the finger kite that Grandma gave him. Then he
enjoyed being dropped through the hatch onto the aft berth (over and over)
and later on fishing (using his own rod/reel) with Brian.
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We stayed in Titusville for almost a
week, due to undesirable weather plus some work on the boat. It was a
decent place to stay for awhile. There was a nice park just on shore
that Nolan enjoyed. We also rented a car for a couple of days which
enabled us to stock up one last time with organic food from Sunseed Grocer
on Cape Canaveral and visit Cocoa Village. While out and about, we
also visited the original Ron Jon's Surf Shop in Cocoa Beach. Oh, and
we saw a manatee - barnacles and all!
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Cocoa Village |
Nolan enjoying an aquarium at one of the surf
shops
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Unfortunately, Ria's friend, Jean, whom she
had visited at St. Luke's/Mayo in Jacksonville, passed away, so she and Nolan
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For Jean...
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While in Waynesboro, they stayed with
Ria's brother and his wife, which gave Nolan and his cousins a chance to
play and have fun. There was alot
of bike riding with his cousins. Dilla the Armadillo continues to be a big
hit with everyone (Nolan is holding her in the first picture). They
also had a wonderful picnic with Ria's family, including her grandmother who
will be 94 this year! That's her sitting near the "kid's
table". She looks great, doesn't she? At the end of the
first day, Nolan was exhausted and slept soundly...
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| Titusville
to Vero Beach We were glad
to finally be leaving Titusville, even though Ria and Nolan returned about
1:00am that morning before we left. We did hit bottom once, pretty
hard. And this time it felt like more than just sand.
Submerged piling? Stumps? Rocks? A wreck? We had a
hard time getting off, but thanks to some local fisherman who came over,
circled our boat, and gave us depth soundings, we knew which way we needed
to go. It seemed like deep water was all around us, however, which
leads us to believe it was some sort of obstruction rather than just
shoaling. And again, we were right smack in the middle of the
channel.
Between Titusville and Vero Beach,
we went through an area of very nice homes. And just before arriving in
Vero, Nolan got a much needed haircut, which we're sure both grandmothers
are very happy to hear...
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Vero Beach to West Palm Beach
After departing Vero Beach the next
morning, we made a last minute decision to exit the ICW at Fort Pierce Inlet
and re-enter at Lake Worth Inlet. The last few days on the ICW had
been nerve-racking - very shallow depths, running aground, extremely narrow
channels. A lack of money has kept the ICW from being maintained
properly in many areas so it can be tough on boats like Belisana that
draw over 6 feet. When the channel starts getting narrow, whoever is at the
helm slows down to a crawl, stares at the depth sounder, and tries to find
the deepest part of the channel - which sometimes isn't deep enough.
This goes on for hours and hours. Neither of us wanted to go through
another day of that. Plus we did not want to risk hitting another
obstruction as we had the day before. It was a great decision - the
weather was gorgeous! We had the best day yet.
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See how calm it is...? Because the
coastline is deeper here than off the coast of Georgia and the Carolinas, we
were able to stay a mile or so from shore. At some point along the
way, the water turned from murky brown to aqua blue. Ria came up from
the cabin once to find Brian reading a book and steering with his
foot. Much better than poking down the ICW staring at the depth
sounder.
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We also made use of our fishing gear
on this trip. Ria's dad, Sidney, helped us set up a rod holster on one
of the rear stanchions when he visited, so we can set out our line and troll
as we sail/motor along. The first time we set out the line, a powerboat came
zipping behind us, cutting our line and causing us to lose our lure.
Ria re-rigged it and - voila! Less than half an hour later, we had a
fish. The whole family got on deck and celebrated our first catch of
the trip. It took us awhile to identify it using our fish guide,
but we eventually determined that it was a chub mackerel. Pretty
little fish. Our book said it was edible but not tasty. We let
it go but probably not soon enough for it to make it... We again set
out the line, and in another half hour, Brian reeled in another chub
mackerel. We let this one go right away, so he fared a little better
than the first one.
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We reached the Lake Worth Inlet late in
the afternoon, and re-entered the ICW. The ICW goes right through Lake
Worth, with Palm Beach on the left and West Palm Beach on the right.
We reached the marina in time to go to dinner with Brian's
grandparents. You can barely see their apartment building to the right
of Flagler Memorial Bridge. Brian's grandfather was waiting for
us at the dock and helped catch the dock lines. It was very special
for Brian to have his grandfather see our boat since he's the one who
instilled a love of sailing in Brian at a young age and took him to the
Bahamas sailing a few times . They were kind enough to pay for us to
stay at Palm Harbor Marina for a couple of nights - just a few blocks from
their apartment.
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It was great to be around family
again. Being alone on the boat for so long has made us really
appreciate our friends and family... We were able to see John and Lois
("Gram") - Brian's grandparents - several times. John rode
his wheelchair "scooter" down to the boat a few times to hang out
with us. Also, Brian's dad, David, came for the weekend and had a
great time gallivanting around with Nolan. They both miss their Sunday
afternoons together, so it was good that they got to see each
other. When it came time for David to return home, we made a
very tough decision to send Mimi with him. Brian's parents agreed to
keep her for us for the remainder of the trip, mainly because we were
worried about the increasing number of seizures she was having.
Although she loved our excursions ashore, she wasn't very happy on the boat
and maintained a high anxiety level which we believe contributed to more
seizures. We miss her very much and can't wait to be reunited with her
when we return. We're not sure if she feels the same, since Lynn
cooks bacon and ham for her and gives her ice cream...
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Brian and Nolan on the dock with
John, Brian's grandfather.
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Brian, David (Brian's dad), and Nolan
with their Belisana hats on...
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John and Lois took us out to eat at The
Breakers one evening. It's a great place to go with kids because they
have a wonderful playground outdoors and two playrooms indoors.
And the food was outstanding! Much much better than "boat
food". As we said above, seeing so much of both of our families
within the past month really made us realize how much we're going to miss
everyone. A few family members and friends have plans to visit us, and
we can't wait...
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Nolan had a ball during our stay in West
Palm Beach. He absolutely fell in love with his great-grandfather,
John, wanting to see him every day. They continued to call each other
"best friend", something that got started last summer when we
visited with them and Nolan announced, "John Penner is my best
friend." He enjoyed short rides with John on his wheelchair
scooter at the dock and showing John all of his trains, planes, and
cars.
Nolan also loved playing at the
fountains in the square by the library. He and Brian went there often,
and Nolan would ride his bike all over, kick the soccer ball, etc. One
evening there was a little boy, Manuel, at the fountains with his
mother. Nolan asked him if he'd like to play ball, so they kicked the
soccer ball together - running the entire time - for over an hour...
Finally someone who can match Nolan's energy level! The next day Brian
and Nolan returned to the square but there were no children in sight.
He complained that he wanted someone to play with. Just at that
moment, a man came out of the library and got on his bicycle. Nolan
rushed over and asked him, "Excuse me, sir. Would you like to
ride bikes with me?" The man replied, "Uh...
well...sure." So he and Nolan rode in circles for about half an
hour. Nice man. He stayed for awhile afterwards, talking to
Brian and Nolan.
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Well, we thought we were leaving Sunday,
March 12, but it wasn't to be. Our fuel filters we had stockpiled were
not the right size for our engine, despite the same company having sent us
the correct ones before. We had to wait until Monday to deal with
that. This put us in a sad mood the rest of the day. We cheered
ourselves up that night by going ashore to the fountains at the plaza and
getting ice cream. We were pleasantly surprised by a live U2 cover band playing on the waterfront
as part of the Irish festival, as we are huge U2 fans. We didn't pay to go in but the music
was loud enough to enjoy over by the fountains. It reminded us of our
trip to Zurich to see U2 when we were living in Egypt back in
2001... On Monday it was back to reality. But luckily, Complete
Yachts in Fort Lauderdale not only had the correct rare filter we needed but
they also had an adapter that will let us use a more standard fuel filter,
converting our CAV-style filter to a twist-on filter, which are also much
much easier to change. We were so
thankful to have found what we needed and hoped to leave on Tuesday, March
14 - the last day of the weather window that we had waited for. Also the
day before Ria's birthday, which she really wanted to celebrate in the
Bahamas. However, when Brian returned and changed the fuel filter on
the engine Monday afternoon, the lever on the seacock for the cooling system
broke (translation: a seacock is basically a hole through the hull of
a boat used for water intake/output. This seacock is used to take in
seawater to cool the engine. It got stuck mostly closed, meaning that
the engine wouldn't cool properly). There was nothing for us to do but
be hauled out and replace the seacock. After calling five boat yards,
Brian found one in Riviera Beach that could haul us on Tuesday.
They said they could order the part and have it in on Wednesday, and we'd be
back in the water Wednesday afternoon or Thursday. Well, when we finally got hauled out
and blocked (translation: propped up on jackstands), we saw that the
very bottom of our keel was all cut up. Evidently, the bad hit we had
back before Vero Beach in the ICW (the one that led us to a decison to leave
the ICW the following day for a coastal hop) was something nasty - something
hard and sharp that peeled the fiberglass off the bottom of the keel in
spots and actually took a small bite out of our keel. Literally.
A tiny piece of our encapsulated iron keel was cut right off (we later
joked
that we now weight 29,999 pounds). After considering the options, we
decided to let a local fiberglass guy come in and fix it. He said he
would have it done in two days. They removed
the fiberglass almost the full length of the keel across the very bottom,
including about 3 or 4 inches up both sides until they reached dry
fiberglass. Then they filled the gaps with filler, applied fiberglass
roving, and secured/sealed it all with epoxy. In some areas they
applied another layer or two of fiberglass and epoxy. The boatyard
wasn't very happy with us because after the first day of work, they had to
bring the travel lift over so the blocks could be moved to get to the other
spots where the blocks were. They were extremely busy and had also just started servicing sailboats in
January and aren't quite used to the complications of blocking a sailboat
versus a powerboat. But they did do what we needed in order to get us
back in the water as quickly as possible, so we have no complaints.
(They're also not accustomed to folks staying on their boats while they're
on the hard (translation: on ground) as some other boatyards are, but
they agreed to it, saving us from having to pay for a hotel). After the work was finished - on time! - they lightly sanded it then Brian
slapped a coat of antifouling paint on it. We were back in the water a
couple of hours after that, on Friday afternoon. Quite a bit poorer, and even more behind schedule than before, but we're keeping our
fingers crossed that all goes well for the crossing on Sunday. On
a positive note, one of the benefits of staying an extra week was being
around when the new motor for our autopilot arrived. A special thanks
goes out to the folks at Lamplighter
Marine in Lantana who went out of their way to expedite the process with
Raytheon and were very helpful - some of the nicest folks we've met,
rivaling Omar Sails, Scuttlebutt, and others in Beaufort, NC.
Oh, we did not get to celebrate
Maria's birthday in the Bahamas but we made the best of our situation.
We got out the bosun's chair (translation: the chair you sit in to do
work on the mast) and used a dockline to create a swing for Nolan. He
had a blast! Then Brian insisted that Maria go for a swing since it
was her birthday. The next day, Brian's gift was taking care of Nolan
so that she could read The DaVinci Code (illustrate version), which
she devoured in one day...Brian had read it a while back and we both agree
that it was great book.
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Next stop - the Bahamas!
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