Monday, September 8, 2014

Plan?

The plan, if there really ever was one has changed. We are starting to feel a bit chilled and the future forecast of lows in the mid 50's has us looking south again. As most of you know we have sworn off the cold. To us 50's is too cold. We are now "planning" a move south while keeping a watchful eye on the coast of Africa. 

As of today we are unsure of heading to the choptank river. Sleeping under a blanket and wearing socks in the morning is not too appealing. As our daughter Nicole used to say, "your feet will get claustrophobic!" 

We are still anchored in St. Leonard creek and survived a weekend of a speedboat rally and party up creek. One smartass buzzed our bow way too close. Beer, babes and horsepower bring out the stupid. We had a clown in an old jetski pass along the starboard side yelling "Hellooooo!" As his face passed by the ports. That was funny. Evening thunder and lightning put on quite a show and dampened the enthusiasm of the go fast crowd. We listened to tunes as we ate dinner while discussing the recent anchoring rights battle going on in Florida. Let's hope things swing our way and we are allowed to anchor without unreasonable restrictions. Appropriately Neil Young was heard singing, "sing a song for freedom" in the background.  One of my favorite lines from the meeting was, "Complaining about boats anchored off your waterfront property is like complaining about your house on a golf course having golf balls in your yard!" It's been rumored that a wealthy minority is pushing the FWC to rule in their favor. Not really a surprise is it? With money comes perceived power when it's really just plain old fashioned bribery. 

Without a wifi signal to tap into, updates are going to be short and sweet. We are surrounded by beautiful homes on a ridge overlooking the anchorage but damn it don't they all have protection on their wifi. One signal is super strong and I think it's the multi million dollar mansion next to us. I have been trying to guess his pass phrase to no avail. 

Moneymoneymoney
Ididitmyway
Graypoupon
Getoffmywaterhippie
Thank$dad
Silverspoon1978
Gambleur$away
Wallstshuffle08
$theoldfashionwY-nah
Bankonit2008
I8ur$
Sailboatsruinmyviewfku

I guess I'll just have to use 4G for now. 
Cheers
PJJ

Friday, September 5, 2014

Up a creek


Up Saint Leonard's creek. We picked a nice spot. Maybe the quietest yet. We are supposed to get some weather so we will hang on the hook for a bit. Folks in the surrounding mansions will have some use for their binoculars this weekend. Might be time to try on the neon pink thong Deb got me. :o




No wifi here and my cell data use is at it's limit, so sparse communications for the next few days. Not much happening here anyway unless someone calls the cops on us. 
Cheers!
Pj

Still Solomons

Another day breaks in the Solomons. Looks like we will move up a creek or a river sometime today for a wee bit of solitude before heading up to the Choptank. From there we will likely start the journey south again as we can feel the evenings taking on that Fall season chill.



We just had someone sail up to a mooring this morning. Impressive. Not sure if I would attempt that in this tight field, but he did it without incident. With all the anchoring going on around our mooring it's disappointing that no one has dragged anchor and scratched our hull. Pauly wants a new paint job to hide our canal scars. One dude had potential for damage but not the kind of call I would want to make to the insurance company. He dropped anchor right in front of us and then let out enough chain so he could pass me some ketchup for my burger. He then lit a charcoal fire in a pit he had mounted to the stern rail. Yes, charcoal. He added some wood to the inferno so it smelled like a bonfire. It looked like one too. After we made eye contact a few times he decided to reel in some of the chain, moving the animal sacrifice far enough away so the ashes stopped falling on our deck. I had a vision of him dragging into us in the middle of the night while he slept off his smoked cow, the hot coals spilling onto our deck, igniting a fire in our headsail. How would you put out a headsail fire?

 So, how did we like the Solomons? Meh. It's OK I guess but nothing to write a whole post on. It was more of a provisioning stop for us and a chance to stretch our legs. It worked. We like Zahniser's Yachting Center except for the $40/night mooring fee. I guess this is why people dropped the hook around us.

The best part of the stop was meeting folks from home. Jim and Laurie on Kismet left Sodus Point NY in 2008 I think. We arrived at their old marina after they had left. Was fun to chat about the old sailing grounds and people we knew. I'm sure we will run into them again on the way south and we hope to see them in the Bahamas.

Dive bar time. Cash only, beer in cans and free
popcorn and rock n roll.

the red nose is a sunburn not a beer schnoz 
Cheers!
P


This boat was actually only 4 feet long and everyone onboard had a red beard.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Solomons Island

A wet and drizzly start to our day today. Back Creek is quiet now, the skies a patchwork of grey clouds trying to hide the morning light. A dinghy or two passes by. Their bleary eyed drivers taking man's best friend for a walk. A few mariners have left the scene already, sneaking away quietly in the still water, their decks covered in morning dew.

While I enjoy the coolness of the morning and the warmth of a cup of tea I think about what Debra told me yesterday as we picked up the mooring. "You know we haven't set foot on land for over a week now!". I never really thought of it but it's true. It doesn't seem like a big deal to me really. I could go another week or month and not plant my soles on terra firma, but it is significant in our ever changing lives as cruisers.
 
We will fully investigate the Solomons over the next few days while getting reaquainted with soil, concrete and asphalt. Oh and cars. Can't forget cars. A short bike ride today was already fraught with danger. The area is not as large and interesting as previously thought, based on our early scouting trip by loaner bicycle. My bike was baby blue with a nice basket on the handlebars. All I needed was a beret on my head and a baguette in my basket. And maybe a pencil thin mustache. About two miles into our ride Deb had a blowout and she had to walk the bike back to the marina while I circled her in the pretty blue bike eating fromage and trying not to spill my wine.
Actually, I offered to walk the bike back but she refused. So stubborn.

So far our jaunt up north to The Bay has been totally worth it. Getting the sails raised was such a rush, and so long overdue. We put the old gal on fast reach down the Rappahannock. Close hauled ass on the Piankatank and had a scary downwind run up the Bay in four footers and fifteen knots of wind. It's really been great sailing for a change. I personally vow to do more of it from here on out. We really hate the drone of the diesel for hours on end. The joy of being on a boat rushing through the water on wind power alone is something to be experienced as much as possible in this internally combustible world of ours.






Cheers!

Oh. One more thing. I won a major award!













No, not that one, this one:













Thank you to the crew of SV Galapagos over at Little Cunning Plan

I will explain it all in the next post, after I finish answering all these damn questions :)
PJJB :}

Friday, August 29, 2014

Location update

Just a quick update for those not following along on FB. We are currently in the Piankatank river at anchor. Looking to raise the sails today. I will have a better update when we get wifi. 
Cheers!
Pj