Ducky our Dinghy

We enjoyed a nice evening in the cockpit last night. The slight evening breeze kept the temperature quite comfortable. The water lapped gently against the dinghy. Several fish were jumping, and there were only a few lights on nearby boats. Most boats appeared empty.  About 10:30pm we turned in for the night. We had walked miles around Port Washington earlier in the evening and we were tired.

Now, I am a terribly light sleeper, so it doesn't take much to wake me up. About 3am.I awoke to this rustling, flapping sound. I would hear it for a 10 seconds or so, then all would be quiet for another 15 seconds and then it would start again. All the hatches were open and I could hear the noise quite clearly. As usual Jay slept soundly beside me. It is no wonder I am always on anchor watch as he would never hear an anchor drag alarm. Oh, to be able to sleep that soundly! But alas, that is not my fate. So that is why at 3am, it was me lying awake hearing these noises. My first thought was that maybe a jumping fish had landed in the dinghy. My second thought was that maybe a bird had entered the cockpit. Now before I go any further, there is one thing you need to know about me. I am petrified of birds. Not just a little afraid but we are talking borderline phobia. If  a bird was trapped in the cockpit and not able to find its way out with the bimini, dodger, and supports for the davits, then maybe that explained the intermittent noise. It could be birds wings. The hatch was open just above my head. Would a bird poke its beak in, I wondered? Having worked myself up completely, I now needed to investigate. Jay was still sleeping soundly, oblivious to my anxiety. I crawled out of bed and went to the companionway. I climbed the first step and started to open the louvered doors. I stopped mid-reach. What if it was a bird in the cockpit? It might try and enter the boat.

There was no help for it. I woke Jay up telling  him I heard a noise and he needed to help me investigate. Which really meant, I was sending him up the compainionway stairs to bravely face whatever evil was in our cockpit while I cowered at the bottom of the stairs, ready to dash into our aft cabin and slam the door closed if necessary and abandon him to his fate. My brave husband opened the louvered doors and climbed out into the companionway. I waited tensely. "There is nothing in the cockpit," he said, with no trace of irritation for being woken up.

"Check the dinghy," I said. "Is there a fish in it?" As he moved to the stern, I heard a loud rustling of feathers, some irritated squaking and some definite chuckling from my husband.

"Our dinghy has been christened," he said. Apparently, it appeared to him that two ducks were getting it on in the dinghy with a third one watching. His presence had scared them off. In the morning all that remained of our nocturnal visitors were some bird droppings, which I am told is lucky, and several feathers.  So, Jay has decided to name the dinghy " Ducky". And every time he says it, he smiles.
I can't help but smile myself. 

After our late night adventure, we slept in this morning and left from Port Washington about 9:30am. Wind was about 7-12 knots and I was hopeful we would get to sail. However, the wind was coming from the NE and we had to motor nose to wind all day, while boats travelling the other way in the Sound were under sail. Alas, we made good time and covered the 40 odd miles to Port Jefferson on Long Island in 6 hours. We took a mooring for tonight at the Setaucket Yacht Club. Internet access, and a real shower on land tomorrow morning. What luxury! We do have a shower aboard, but wanting to conserve water, we always make it really quick.

We took the dinghy in to dock and walked around the town this evening. The Yacht Club is right in town and there are many little shops, cafes and restaurants. There is a ferry which crosses the Sound to Conneticut as well. We stopped for pizza at this great little spot and then indulged in a Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks for dessert. Now, I sit in the V-berth office on our boat writing this. I hear the last ferry arriving for the night. The breeze is cool and comfortable. The lights of the town have all come on. Tomorrow we are planning to cross over to the Conneticut side and continue our adventure.

Surviving Hells Gate

So here we are at the end of day three of our trip home with our new boat. It is Monday evening, about 9pm and the water is calm, lights from the surrounding communities reflect in long streaks across the water. A light breeze is blowing through the cockpit, a welcome respite after a hot day. We are on a town mooring tonight in Part Washington on Long Island.  The town has several moorings balls which they provide free for up to two nights to transient boaters. But let me pick up the story from where Jay left off.

On Sunday morning, we weighed anchor about 7am and exited Barnegat Inlet out into the Atlantic Ocean. Barnegat Light, the second oldest lighthouse in continuous use in the United States, stands as a silent sentinel marking the narrow entrance.  The wind was fairly light, so we motored past the Light. The long jetty opposite the Light held twenty or thirty campers, truck campers and fishermen.  We were not the only boat heading out into the Atlantic. Several recreational fishing boats passed us on their way to spend a Sunday fishing.  Before long, we were out in the Atlantic and turning north. Because the wind and waves were so calm, we decided to follow the shore buoys about a mile and a half out. The day was hazy with early morning fog. Before long, the bottom of Barenegat Light was obscured.  The day remained calm and what wind did exist was on our nose, so we ended up motoring.  It was our first chance to use the autopilot and wow was it wonderful! Definitely like having an extra pair of hands aboard. We chatted, listened to music, read and kept a constant lookout as there were there was many times more sea traffic then in the Northumberland Strait. Mid afternoon, we rounded Sandy Hook and caught our first glimpse of Manhattan in the far distance. We turned in towards Atlantic Highlands on the New Jersey shore and headed directly for the marina for a diesel and water top up. We hung around the fuel dock for 15 minutes waiting for a space, It gave Jay a chance to practice reversing the boat. We pulled into the fuel dock without incident with the help of a friendly dockhand and took on fuel and diesel. We left the dock and went east along the coast to just outside the mooring area and anchored amongst several other boats, two of whom were Canadian flagged. 

After anchoring, we unhooked the dinghy, attached the motor and headed for the dinghy dock to explore. We spent several hours ashore, stretching our legs and picking up a handful of groceries. We returned to the boat just before dusk and made supper. We stretched out in the cockpit and relaxed. We could hear fireworks, but the hills ahead of us were hiding them from view. The night before in Barnegat Inlet we had watched fireworks from the cockpit and earlier tonight as I started tying this someone one was setting off some fireworks in their back yard. It is Memorial Day weekend here and Americans know how to celebrate the holidays. But just as majestic as fireworks was the Verazzano Bridge all lit up in the distance and the skyline of Manhattan.  Our biggest disappointment was the lack of internet signal.

This morning I woke up at 6am and climbed out into the cockpit to make sure all was well. The sky was filled with dark clouds and the wind was picking up. I went below and mentioned to Jay that I thought rain was coming and started to close the forward hatches. Before I even had the fist ones closed the rain started.  A full blown rain and wind storm was upon us momentarily. We heard thunder in the distance and saw two flashes of lightening, but it passed farther to the east of us.  After about an hour the rain stopped and the wind died off. We were taking our time getting underway anyway as we wanted to time our arrival at the infamous Hells Gate where the East River takes a hard turn and the current can reach 5 knots or more.

We left our anchorage about 10am. The sky was still a bit cloudy but the warm sun foretold another blistering hot day. We were glad to be on the water. As we rounded the breakwater out of the anchorage we set the sails and spent the next hour speeding across the water at 6.5 knots. However, it was not to last. Just over an hour later we were almost becalmed. We motorsailed for a short period and then decided to furl them in and go under power. However, our forward progress was hampered  by a 2 knot current exiting the Narrows. We didn't push the engine as the we knew we would be too early for Hells Gate if we did.

As we came under the Narrows Bridge we got our first glimpse of the Statue of Liberty. It was hot and sunny by now and her flame gleamed brightly in the sun. Neither Jay nor I have visited New York City and here we were seeing the green lady herself from the water on our new sailboat. The Harbour was bus y with commercial traffic, freighters, tugs, barges and ferries, Coast Guard, power boats and sailboats of all sizes and shapes. We passed in front of the Statue of Liberty and then in front of Manhattan before entering the East River. The majesty of the buildings had me a bit awestruck. I was also acutely aware of the noise. Choppers and planes were constantly over head and boats were roaring by with no concern for the wake they caused a sailboat. You could often hear traffic noise as well.

 As we proceeded down the East River, the current finally had turned in our direction. Although our boat speed was 5.6 knots the speed quickly climbed to 7 knots, then a sustained 9.8 knots. Once we even saw a high of 10.6 knots!  No wonder a sailboat needs to time a passage with the currents!  After passing through Hells Gate, we passed Rikers Island and La Guardia airport. Before long we had passed Throgs Neck and were out into Long Island Sound. We entered the beautiful Manhasset Bay, with gorgeous homes lining the  and picked up a town mooring about 6pm.

 Again we untied the dinghy and took a spin into town. Although we had a nice walk, we only found one open wifi spot and we accessed email with our Blackberrys.  Perhaps tomorrow we will get an internet connection somewhere and we will post this.  In the meantime, I am going to sign off and enjoy the beautiful evening in the cockpit.

Our new Obsession

Movies love using the plot device that starts with our hero in some kind of predicament or unexplicable situation.  The action on the screen freezes at a climactic moment, and the words "one month ago" flashes across the screen.  The real story then starts, having given the viewers  a taste of the future.
Well, this is my opening sequence.  It's a hot day, with temperatures in the 30's (for all you non-Celsius readers, that's hot).  The sun is out, but the day is hazy and quite humid.  The heat is countered by a fresh breeze blowing across the waters of Barnegat Bay, NJ.  No buildings block the wind, because I'm sitting out in the cockpit of a new-to-us 37 foot Beneteau 373 sailboat, anchored in a shallow inlet along with a handful of other boats, looking at the lighthouse at Barnegat Light, marking th entrance to the Atlantic Ocean.
-- One Month Ago --
We had spent a lot of time deciding to upgrade from Obsession to a larger sailboat.  We had only owned Obsession for three years, and had thoroughly enjoyed cruising on her.  But, Obsession was our first cruising sailboat, and we knew we wanted to move up.  A Beneteau 305 is a cuiser-racer, and is actually designed more along the lines of racing with the occasional weekend cruise.  When we bought Obsession, we mused that we would like to race once and a while, but with the exception of the Montague Regatta one summer, we never did.  However, we discovered that we liked the cruising aspect more and more.  For the longer term cruising we want to do, we wanted a bit more living space.  So the search began, helped along by a strong Canadian dollar (making US-based boats cheaper) and a depressed boating market because of the economic problems.
April saw us driving down into the US to take a look at a couple of Beneteau 373s that caught our eye.  One was in New York state on the Hudson River above New york City.  The second was in Bayville, New Jersey.  The latter was a dream boat.  For cruising, there was a lot of equipment and upgrades we would want for our new boat, and we thought we would buy a boat and then add equipment over the next couple of years.  The New Jersey boat came with almost everything we would want.  Unfortunately, it had a price tag well outside our budget.  However, a little compromise on our part and on the part of the previous owners made the deal work.
Suddenly, we had an agreement to buy our new sailboat.  It was in New Jerey, and would become ours on May 25th.  So began the most hectic four weeks of our lives.  Both of us had multiple work commitments to complete, which meant many late nights and crazy hours.  Also, May is when we open our book store for the season, so even without having to prepare for the new boat, it is already a very busy season.  Now, we had also added getting Obsession on the market, preparing for the trip down to the US, finalizing the details of the sale, making financial arrangements, planning for the trip back home, and determining what other additions we might want to add to the boat.
Finally, we managed to survive to our day of departure, which involved final packing at 2am.  Michelle's parents were driving us down, since it's never very difficult to convince them to go on a driving trip.  We had been told by our broker to make a list of all items that we were bringing to the US for the trip back to Canada, and to stop at Canada Customs to get it stamped.  We pulled into the Customs office at the border in St Stephen, NB, and the officers there cleared our list very quickly.  At the US border, they asked a few more questions than usual, but we weren't there for long before passing through.  We made it to Portland, Maine the first night.  The second night we went through the edge of New York City and stopped at Toms River, NJ, just a few minute drive from our boat.
Although we had mostly finished our work commitments, there were still some remining tasks to complete.  One advantage of the work we do is that we are very mobile.  Each evening in the hotel, I would spend a few hours working.  That night in Tom's River, I had to complete a project by the next day, so I spent six hours after we stopped.  In fact, during that drive on the second day, I had to make a work phone call, so we pulled over to a rest area in Connecticut for an hour while I called Ottawa to discuss my project.
Finally, the immediate work deadlines were completely out of the way, and we had a few days to concentrate on the boat.  On Wednesday morning, we drove the few minutes out to the marina, where we finally got to take posession of Aquaries.  The previous owners were there to meet us, and turned out to be a wonderful couple.  They had just moved from NJ to Florida, and had decided it was time to sell their boat.  It was wonderful to spend a few days with them, giving us time to get to know them and our new boat. They were incredibly helpful and spent lots of time with us going over the boat's systems and the modifications they had made and showing us how everything worked. It was so wonderful to have had that time. Our only regret was that we did not get a chance to spend even more time with them. We hope we will keep in touch with them. We promise to care for the boat as carefully as they did! We love the boat. It is like it was made for us. As for a name, we are importing the boat into Canada and registering it then, so a new name will wait have to wait for a few weeks.
The first day of ownership was a whirlwind.  Since we were sailing her home, we had to be provisioned for an extended cruise.  First up was grocery shopping.  Because we were coming across the border, we took very little food with us.  That meant we had to buy all the basic provisions, along with lots of non-perishable items to last the length of our trip.  Over the next couple of day, we made multiple trips to the grocery store as we would discover items that we had not purchased earlier, or to stock up on additional provisions.  Having a vehicle for on-land transportation was a luxury we would not have for long, so we took advantage and purchased extra items like water, which is very heavy and awkward to carry on foot.
As for the boat, the main item which we needed was a dinghy.  Our plan is to anchor as much as possible on our return trip.  Marinas are usually much more convenient, but they are also much more expensive.  Having a dinghy is then the only way to get supplies back to the boat, or to visit the areas near our anchorage.  We purchased an inflatable 9 foot dinghy from West Marine, along with a 6hp engine.  Getting the boat ready was so busy that, although we got the dinghy inflated and tied to the stern of Aquaries, we still haven't used it.
The boat has refrigeration and a freezer, air conditioning and reverse cycle heat, TV, DVD, microwave, wind power generator, solar panels, davits, bow and stern washdowns, bimini, dodger, auopilot and chartplotter and, best of all, the V-berth has been converted to an office. With lots of extra storage space the boat is very comfortable for much longer cruises than the 2-3 week cruises we did on Obsession.
The previous 4 weeks and the three days in Bayville getting the boat ready were crazy busy, but now we are on our way. We left Tom's River this morning and headed south to Barnegat Inlet where we anchored. Tomorrow we leave for Sandy Hook and our first short ocean passage of the trip. By Monday we should be passing through Hells Gate and into Long Island Sound if all goes as planned. We'll try and keep posting blogs of our trip, although internet connections are hard to come by at times.

On the hunt for a new Obsession

Well, we have made the very difficult decision to sell Obsession. If you have been following this blog, you know we have been the proud owners of Obsession for over three years now. She has been a wonderful boat to us, has been incredibly fun to sail, and has taught us a tremendous amount about owning a boat.  We have made several upgrades to the boat, and its trailer, and have documented many of them in this blog. So why are we selling?

In short, we want a larger boat. We are looking at several boats in the 36-38 foot range and hope to find our new boat soon. Although we will continue to cruise around Prince Edward Island and the Northumberland Strait, we are also looking to do some cruising further afield - Newfoundland, southern Nova Scotia, the eastern seaboard and south to the Carribean. Since we want to be able to live and work aboard for months at a time, we would like a few more feet of living space than our 30 foot Obsession is able to provide. Although it has been perfectly comfortable for 3 weeks at a time, I think for 3 months at a time, we need a bit more space. So with heavy hearts, we have listed the boat for sale. For information check out the listing for our Beneteau First 305.
Stay tuned as we hunt for our new boat...

A close call with the boom

The snow may be falling and the wind howling as PEI is hit with yet another winter storm, but I am clinging to the knowledge it is now March and one month closer to when Obsession will be launched for another sailing season. This season no one will have to remind me to rig a preventer when we are on a downwind run. Getting hit with an accidental gybe tends to remind one of the dangers.

I am always worrying about someone being hit by the boom. The boom is rather low on Obsession, and if one is standing forward of the wheel there is a real danger of being hit by the boom as we tack or gybe. When we have guests aboard, I harp on being careful of the boom so much I sound like a broken record. So, it was a bit ironic last summer that I was the one who was nailed by an accidental gybe. It happened during our trip to the Bras D'Or Lakes.

The Bras D'Or Lakes in Cape Breton have quickly become a favourite cruising destination for us in the summer as the area offers beautiful, secluded anchorages and good sailing. Last summer we spent two weeks in the Lakes. Midway through our trip we pulled into Baddeck to pick up some supplies. With the forecast for the following day calling for 30 to 50 knots of wind gusts in the channels and heavy rain, we stayed put for an extra day. We spent our bonus day in Baddeck watching movies, working on our laptops, chatting with other cruisers, doing laundry between downpours of rain, and exploring the shopping and restaurants of downtown Baddeck.

The following day the wind had died down and the sun was struggling to break through the clouds. A quick check of the weather forecast and the radar showed a chance of showers, but winds in the more reasonable 15-20 knot range. We left Baddeck headed for Orangedale. There was a good breeze, about 10-12 knots, and a mix of sun and cloud overhead.

We headed for the bridge at Iona, under full sail and on a broad reach. Sailing along at a good clip, we were enjoying the sail and making plans for our anchorage that later that afternoon in Orangedale. However, we were keeping a close eye on the clouds and weather as rain had been forecast and we were concerned that wind might accompany a rain shower. The deep narrow channels can sometimes do a good job of funnelling the wind in strong gusts and we wanted to be prepared.

As we made our way towards Iona, the wind did start to pick up and we could see a squall line approaching up the channel behind us. We reduced sail by furling in the jib and I stayed on the helm while Jay went below to make an early lunch. The weather quickly cooled as the squall approached. The sky darkened and I pushed my sunglasses up on my forehead to better see. A few drops of rain started splattered the cockpit and I quickly thrust the cockpit cushions down the companionway to keep them dry.

The wind shifted slightly and we were now edging even further into a downwind run. I adjusted the mainsheet accordingly. The sun was now completely hidden and the wind and light rain had a sudden chill. The sun had been keeping me warm and now with its disappearance I wanted my rain jacket. I asked Jay to pass my gear up from below. Here is where I made my mistake. I took my eye off the approaching squall line and moved forward of the wheel to take my jacket and pants from Jay. I quickly shrugged in to the jacket, reaching out to steady the wheel. Although we don't have autopilot aboard Obsession, when the sails are set, we can leave the wheel for a moment or two without any consequences. But not when a squall is approaching. I did not take into account that the wind might hit a bit before the wall of rain that was quickly approaching us from the stern.

I then did something that may well have saved my life. I grabbed my foul weather pants and sat down at the companionway to pull them on, facing the stern of the boat. I took my attention off the wheel for a split second. I started to bend forward to pull on my pant leg and was slammed backwards and sideways against the bulkhead in the cockpit, knocking the wind out of me. Just as I had taken my attention from the wheel, the approaching edge of the squall hit the boat and the resulting wind shift had gybed the mainsail. With no preventer in place the boom had gone flying across with incredible force, narrowly missing my head. The traveller is located at the front edge of the companionway and as the boom moved across, the line was pulled out of the traveller cleats and the mainsheet had come flying across the width of the boat. The mainsheet had slammed against my chest, pinning me and momentarily robbing me of both my breath and my ability to speak. BY sitting down at the exact second I did, I narrowly missed being hit in the head.

The crash of the boom had Jay flying up the companionway steps to see what had happened. As I lay slumped against the side of the cockpit he was certain I had been nailed in the head. I couldn't find the breath to answer and the pressure of the sheet was keeping me pinned in place. As my breath came back to me and I gasped out that I was ok, he helped me wiggle out from under the sheet. After reassuring himself that I was ok, and I didn't need any help, Jay retreated below. I went back to the wheel, taking control of Obsession once again, as the skies opened and the rain came down with a vengeance. I clung to the wheel, slightly bruised, but largely unhurt. I shivered with delayed reaction thinking about how different things may have been if I had not sat down when I did. I could have been seriously injured, if not killed, if the boom had hit me in the head.

Within 30 minutes the squall had passed, the sun was struggling to come back out, we were increasing sail as the wind returned to normal, and eating lunch. After we anchored in a cove near Orangedale later that day, we relaxed in the cockpit discussing what we did right and what we should have done differently. We were right to reduce sail as we did and to keep an eye on the weather. I should have called Jay to take the wheel while I put on my foul weather gear, and not taken my attention from the helm when the weather was so unsettled. It also reminded us of the value rigging a preventer in preventing an accidental gybe. And most importantly it reminded me not to let my guard down. I am hyper vigilant about the boom when others are aboard, but I had forgotten about the danger to myself.