Chesapeake to St. Augustine, Leg 4

White Stone, VA October 2, 2011.  Susie, Chase and I have visited my good friend Jim Hatch a few days and now we are pushing off today heading South to Hampton Roads and Newport News Virginia.  We had left the boat there for about a month while we went home, and now we are back to continue the trip.  We contemplated moving in with Jim thinking that he wouldn't realize we were in the house for weeks.  Its time to sail.  We have several days to do a short trip, but that's just what we want so we can spend some time exploring the Chesapeake Bay sailing at our leisure with our son, Chase, who has flown in from Denver, CO.  The weather isn't cooperating perfectly in that it is raining and a cold front has moved in. The 50 mile sail down the Chesapeake Bay is bumpy and cold today, but we put up the side curtins and Susie bundles up in warm clothes, and we make it fine. 

Tied up at Jim's dock getting ready for the trip

Jim's little cottage viewed from the dock.

 As we headed West into Mobjack Bay towards an anchorage we had heard about, we cranked the engine so we could head into the wind up into the bay.  What I noticed was that the engine was not driving the boat at the power and speed that it should, and at max trottle it was only running at 1200 rpm. and the engine started running hot. We dropped the anchor at 1920 hrs, cooked dinner and then settled in to a quiet night on the hook. 

Chase and Susie are reading their e-books, i-pads and i-phones which really helps save the boat's batteries by not having so many bright lights on.  After anchoring the night in a beautiful secluded spot in the East River off Mobjack Bay, we headed out again.  Engine still not working well.  We then re-anchored the boat and I put on the wet-suit and went overboard to check out the prop and shaft.  What I found was that in the one month that we had been in salt water, we had accumulated enough barnacles on the prop and shaft to make it remarkably inefficient.  After 30 minutes of chipping the prop clean, we headed out again with full power.  I learned a lesson that this Max-prop has to be very clean in order to work well. 

We sailed the day and at 1600 hrs on 10-3-ll we tied up at the Yorktown Yacht Haven Marina.  This is a very nice marina with top notch facilities, floating docks, ship's store and one of the best restaurants on the Chesapeake.  Next day we headed out and sailed south to Hampton Roads, VA., a beautiful port  and historic town. 

Hampton VA docks facing
 the Space & Rocket Center

One thing about the Chesapeake Bay is that it is full of big ships.  As we entered the main ship channel coming into Newport News/Norfolk harbor we had an encounter with a freighter that was bearing down on us.  Our strategy:  stay in shallow water (20 feet) and the ship which draws 36 feet could not reach us.  Then, after he passed we headed back into the channel. 

Chase on watch in the Chesapeake

Chase is standing watch on the freighter.  With the AIS electronics we have on board, we are able to see exactly where that ship is in relation to us, it's speed, name, radio call sign, and calculated point and time of collision if we didn't move.  Pretty interesting software. We keep in mind that freighter props are as large as our boat and could make jello out of fiberglass.

Quinn and Helen at the helm

On ll/5/11 Chase flew out of Newport News VA airport and headed back to Colorado... from sailing to skiing.  The next day, Quinn and Helen flew in to Newport News and we crewed up for the next leg of the trip. 

On the 7th of October, with fresh crew and stores, we headed out passed Norfolk and then South via the Dismal Swamp to Elizabeth City NC. 

Norfolk Navy Yard

Nolfolk was most impressive with miles and miles of Navy Ships of all sizes and purpose lining both shorelines for 15 miles.  There were two aircraft carriers sitting side by side at the beginning of the harbor, each as big as a city.  It would seem to me that the Navy could spend all of the military budget just keeping all the ships in and out of drydock. 

Charlie & Susie Sailing Albermale Sound

Most of  this was motoring in the ditch except for crossing Albermarle and Pamlico Sounds, where we got some good sailing in.   This inside (ICW) route is a popular route around the "graveyard of the Atlantic" off the coast of North Carolina.  We bypassed Cape Hatteras, Cape Lookout and stayed inside until we got to Cape Fear, NC. 

Along the way we visited Elizabeth City NC on the 7th of October where we met Bill and Mary on board "Easy Going" from New Bern NC and they made some restaurant and marina recommendatios that were their favorites in the area.  We had a good sail across Albarmarle Sound with NE winds at 8-12 kts. 
Stopped in Gator River Marina for fuel and pumpout and since we didn't like the lady that ran the place, (bad attitude) we left there and headed to the South end of Gator River to an anchorage in Stump Bay on Saturday, October 8th .  Alabama was playing Vanderbelt that evening at 6:30 so we got the anchor set, cooked dinner and got the ballgame on the XM radio.  Life couldn't get any better.  October 9, 2011.  Today is Quinn's birthday, so we sang a song and he got to pull the anchor up.  Birthday or not.  We motored most of the day through the Pungo ditch, out into the Pamlico Sound for some sailing, and then arrived in River Dunes Marina.  River dunes is a very luxurous marina/resort, out in the middle of nowhere, about 5 miles by car from Oriental, NC.    The marina did loan us a car and we drove into Oriental for dinner at a real restaurant. 

In tall cotton

Our next stop was Beaufort (Bo' fort in NC) which was one of the neatest port towns of this part of the trip.  Beaufort has a long history of fishing and sailing ships, and today is a town full of boats of all sizes and shapes and destinations and origins.  We stayed two nights in the Beaufort Docks municipal marina, and we were one of the smallest boats in there, at 42 feet.  We were literally surrounded by large motor yachts ranging from 85 to 125 feet flying either US or foreign port flags. 

Beaufort City Docks

Charlie at Maritime Museum, Beaufort NC

Town of Beaufort

10-12-11 Still in Beaufort and today we changed oil in the boat engine.  Met a guy, Bob Tilly,  at the breakfast restaurant who had a car and offered to take us to the auto parts place so we could by oil and filter and then he drove us back to the boat.  Since it was raining that day, we were glad he made the offer.  Bob was a retired Methodist preacher and US Army Colonel, and Mr. Conservative.  We got along well. In Beaufort we also met Bob Fine who is another Pearson 424 owner and was bringing another boat south, "Usra Minor", a 56 foot Krogan. 

On 10/12/11, we departed Beaufort at 0800 headed South to Wrightsville Beach and Cape fear.
At 1730 that night we anchored at Topsail Beach at mile marker #86 off the ICW. 

Wrightville Beach Municipal Marina
Quinn and Helen

On the 13th we were up at 0730, breakfast and off to Wrightsville beach.  The Wrightsville bridge only opens on the hour, and we were 5 minutes late, so we waited 55 minutes.  Got fuel, ice and overnight dockage at the Wrightville Docks marina.  Had dinner at Blue Water Restaurant.  Good, but not great.  Expensive, though.  Made up for it with Breakfast the next morning 10/14/11 at the Causeway Cafe.  A great hole-in-the-wall cafe.  We walked 1.5 miles to Harris Teeter and West Marine for groceries & supplies and then got a cab back to the boat.






10/14/11  Headed to Bald Head Island at the mouth of the Cape Fear Atlantic inlet. 

Bald Head Lighthouse, 1817

The first night there we stayed in the Bald Head Island marina and took a short bike and walking trip around parts of the Island.  The Bald Head Lighthouse, originally built in 1794 was damaged by erosion and demolished and the one we see today was rebuilt in 1817. http://www.lighthousefriends.com/light.asp?ID=349

Southport Marina

As beautiful as Bald Head Island was, it's marina is just as rolly.  With the West winds howling across the Cape Fear inlet, we decided to move about 3 miles inland to the Southland Marina which was better protected. There we were close to a real town with groceries and restaurants, and the boat was not constantly rolling.  We were also on the mainland which made it possible for Bob McKay do drive up from Birmingham in a rental car, and that would allow Susie and Helen to drive back to Birmingham in the same car, with a "local" rental.  Much cheaper, and we were able to get a car in a remote area. 

On October 16, 2011, 0900 Quinn, Bob McKay and I head out the Cape Fear Pass out into the Atlantic to make passage to Charleston, SC. 

Schooner, Spirit of South Carolina in Charleston
Maritime Harbor. 

Bob McKay looking over the Battery
in Charleston Harbor

We sailed all that day, all night and arrived in Charleston Harbor at the Charleston Maratime Marina at 0920 on October 17.  Walked all over town and had dinner at the Noisy Oyster restaurant, mainly because it was the closest walk from the boat. 


Checked the weather and the forecast was for Westerly winds 25 to 30 for that next afternoon and night with gale force winds (35+) for the next day.  With that forecast, we decided not to go off shore but to make time in the ICW.  Glad we did.  It blew all day and we saw some 40kt winds during the day, and we were in protected water.  Made our way just outside Beaufort SC (pronunced Beau fort) and anchored in Mulligan Creek at mm#530 three miles from Beaufort. 
10/18/11 0800 Pulled anchor up by hand, well, Quinn and Bob pulled it up.  I was at the wheel.  The anchor windlass stopped working and now we have to pull up all the line, chain and a 60#CQR up manually.  More about the windless later.  Then we ran aground trying to get out of the creek at LOW tide.  In these parts the tide drops 8 feet and we were in the mud.  Finally got off (tide was rising) and we missed the Beaufort bridge opening by 5 minutes.  Had to wait for the 10:00 opening.  That worked and then we immediately made the Beaufort City Marina downtown at 1020.  Very strong currents at about 4-5 kts and about 18 kts of wind really didn't help the docking.  Docked anyway, and though I thought I laid her in easy to the dock, but, we got a long scratch down the waterline where the floating dock caught her.
I hate it when that happens!!! I can put every scratch on the hull on the map where it happened.  Never get scratches or bumps at sea, that only happens close to hard things.  The moral:  stay at sea. With fuel, pumpout and ice, we are headed out again.  Hopefully the wind will die down some so we can get out to sea from here.  We motored in the ICW to Bull Creek just off Hilton Head Island, where we dropped anchor at 1730 for the night.  We are 10 miles from the Savanah River which puts us back out into the Atlantic, if the weather improves.  Ran aground two more times at low tide that day in the ICW.

Bob and Quinn at the helm

Bumpy seas and 25kt winds

Bob checking out the beaches

On Saturday, 10/19/11 at 1200 hrs, we finally are at the Savanah River entrance sea bouy and set course to 205 degrees to Jacksonville Florida.  Winds are still high, WSW at 20 to 25 with gusts to 29.  Seas are confused at 6 to 8 feet.  We put up a reefed jib and mizzen, no main.  As soon as we got the mizzen up she balanced and set into the sea like a good boat should.  It was a bumpy ride, but the boat handled it great.  It was exciting, but safe.  Sailed all day beating to the wind on a close reach.  At 1900 hrs. we turned the engine on so we could keep the boat pointed on the rhumb line without falling too far off course in the night.  During the night the winds subsided to 16 to 20 kts. and the seas laid down some.  We set 3 hour watches starting at 2100 hrs. with Bob on first watch.   At 2400 hrs Quinn came on watch, and at 0300 I came on.  The winds had come around more to the West by then so we killed the engine and sailed beautifully and quietly at 6 kts all morning until we reached the Jacksonville ship channel.  By 1030 we had reached the Intracostal Waterway (ICW) and again were heading South looking for a marina that we felt comfortable with leaving the boat for an extended period while we came home.  We found that place in St. Augustine, and by 1530 we were tied up at the Rivers Edge Marina on the San Sebastian River, St. Augustine 

http://www.29riversedgemarina.com/

View from masthead down

Bob McKay making windvane calibrations,
up there.

The date is Saturday, October 22, so Alabama must be playing Tennessee.....and they did, especially the second half.  Again, thanks to having XM radio on the boat we were able to get the game in living sound.   We had planned on driving home on Sunday, so that gave us a day to do some work on the boat.  What you have to realize is, when you take your house and pound it on waves in salt water for extended periods of time, things break and corrode.  Remember, our anchor windlass stopped working back in Hilton Head.  Today we took it apart and off the boat so we could bring it home for some repair work.  What we found was that the bearings and gears had suffered from saltwater intrusion, and we will have to replace them.  We also took the opportunity to go up the mast in the boswain's chair to repair a few items up there.  First we put a new L.E.D. anchor light up top.  That will greatly reduce future problems with bulbs, and reduce battery consumption by about 80 percent for that light which has to stay on all night.  Next, we had a short in the "steamer" light which is the white light up at about spreader height.  Then, we had to calibrate the wind meter with the annemometer that sits on top of the mast.  All that done, we came down, cleaned up, and went into town to see historic St. Augustine and get some dinner. 

Before

   As for the windlass, here is the "before" picture compared with the picture "after" we refurbished it; new bearings, sand and paint, new bushings, new bolts, rebuilt motor, and new gaskets.  The windlass was built in Gasglow Scotland, so some of the parts had to be shipped from there.  Hopefully it is ready to go back on the boat for some dependable service.

Ready to go back on the boat

Cleaned up with new gear bearings

New paint and main-shaft bearings

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We Interrupt this Program: Hurricane Irene



Anchor lines off the starbord side



August 27, 2011, White Stone, VA.  We had tied up almost two weeks earlier at Jim's dock in the peaceful Northern Neck of Virginia.  The first week he had an earthquake, the first in forever in these parts, then in the second week we have to face Hurricane Irene. Now just the thought of facing Irene's fury had me worried; you see Irene is my now deceased sweet mother's name, and I knew I didn't want to mess with Irene. However I did hope that I might have some connection, and that Irene might spare us and the boat.  She did.  But not without a scare.  OneEighty was tied up across the "T" on Jim's dock, so she had lines on the port side, but there were no poles on the starbard side on which to tie her off the dock.  With the help of Jim, Carl and neighbors and friends, we were able to set three anchors on the starbord side that worked very well in keeping OneEighty off the dock when the strong winds came.  Since I had driven back up to Virginia late Friday (763 miles), we were forced to work on the boat's lines in 20-35 knott winds on Saturday morning, just hours before the storm hit.  We used Jim's seadoo to take the anchors out as far as we had line, and then pulled the lines in with the winches on the boat to set the anchors.  Having strong winds at that point actually helped us in setting the anchors. 

We put every fender we could beg borrow or steal on the dock side of the boat so that if she did get into the pier, we might minimize the damage.  Fortunatelly since we had just come through the Erie Canal just weeks earlier, we had a plethora of fenders, however we had left the fender boards on the dock in Catskill NY when we put the masts up.  Jim's neighbors provided fender boards that played a big part in keeping the pier piling out of the boat. At the same time you have to adjust the lines so that they are still working with a tidal surge of 4-6 feet when the storm is raging at it's peak.  That's all we expected for the location we were in, and fortunately, it came in less than that, just a foot and a half over the dock at high tide. In 50 to 70 kt. winds during the height of the storm the anchors held the boat off the dock.  We were as prepared as we could be, and of course we were lucky.  If the Hurricane had nailed us with 100+ kts of wind and huge tidal surges, it probably wouldn't matter much what you did. Once the winds get up over 35kts, there isn't much you can do to adjust the lines on a 22,000 lb boat.  So the question remains, for a hurricane what do you do with the boat?  Do you tie it up with special hurricane care as we did?, do you double anchor the boat out in a protected harbor? or do you do as the insurance company suggests, haul the boat out of the water?.  All of these are good methods, but none of them are perfect.  They are all better than doing nothing, though.  Leaving a boat tied up with shoestring guarantees damage.  We have used our hurricane tie-up methodology successfully for the last 25 years for all of the Hurricanes that came to Gulf Shores in the Gulf of Mexico and have had little or no damage on our old boat, Briar Patch. 




A neighbors boat anchored in the creek.

                                                          

One of the good things about a hurricane is the day after.  Some of the prettiest sailing weather comes after a hurricane, and it is great to sail in the cleansed air.....if you still have a boat.


Day after the storm.  We had a very low tide
since Irene had  pushed the water out of the bay.

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From Catskill, NY to Chesapeake Bay

This is considered the third leg of our trip.  First was from Sandusky Ohio, across Lake Erie in the Great Lakes to Buffalo NY, about 200 miles.  Second was the transit of the Erie canal across the state of NY to the Hudson River which encompases 37 locks and took us to Catskill, NY on the Hudson.  That was about 450 miles, all motor with the masts down and laying on top of the boat. This third leg is from Catskill NY to the lower Chesapeake Bay, a trip of about 500 miles that encompases the Hudson River, New York City Upper Bay and the Statue of Liberty, the North Atlantic for 108 miles to Cape May, the Delaware Bay, the C&D canal and finally the Chesapeake Bay.  This leg of the trip was made by Charlie Stewart and two crew of friends and fellow sailors from Gulf Shores Steve Tedford and Bob McDonald.  Both Bob and Steve have done extensive cruising on their own boats, both Island Packets, and I have crewed for them on a couple of Gulf passages.  My brother Quinn was not able to make this leg because of an unexpected surgery, but he is doing well now and will pick it up in the Chesapeake.                                                                                          

The Hudson River still has some of the old traditional Light Houses that are still operational, however, no one

lives there these days.

  The river actually flows towards New York City through a maze of mountains that are part of the Appalachin chain. 

West Point, the home of the Military Academy, is right on the banks of the Hudson River.  High up on a ridge, it is protected just like it was almost 200 years ago as

a US fort protecting the City of New York.

 

As we came down the Hudson we had to watch the tides and current because the river flows each way for 6 hours each, and greatly affects the boat speed with the running of the tide.  When we got to the George Washington Bridge, we were officially in Salt Water.  The yacht insurance companies double the premium when you go under the GW bridge, since you are officially in "Hurricane Territory".

Then we enterd the Upper Bay of New York.  This bay is the home of Manhattan Island skyscrapers (The Empire State Building) and the Statue of Liberty.  We cruised it all. 



Bob saluting the grand lady.



Of course we didn't see the Twin Towers, and couldn't tell excatly where they had been in the skyline, but we were reminded of them when we saw the brave crew of the NYFD harbor boat as they came by us.  They provided a thrilling tribute to the empty sky that once held the twin towers.  New York's finest, on the water.

We approached the lower bay and were heading towards Sandy Hook for an anchorage to wait a weather window for the Atlantic voyage over 100 miles at sea to Cape May, entrance to the Delaware Bay. As we sailed, we checked the weather forecasts and concluded that NOW was the time to set out, not to wait at Sandy Hook; so we just kept sailing out into the ship channel towards the Atlantic, away from New York. 

After sailing all day and all night, we finally arrived at the entrance to Cape May Channel at around 0900 in the Morning.  We tied up at the Jersey Shore Marina in Cape may and met some old friends who were returning from a sailing cruise from the Chesapeake up to Martha's Vineyard.  They coincidentally arrived in Cape May later the same day.  We then cruised together with Carl and Debbie up the Deleware Bay.

 

Interesting that I met Carl and Debbie nearly two years earlier at a mutual friend's house, and then, far from home, on a boat in the Atlantic Ocean, we make the same port on the same day.

 We slugged our way up the Delaware bay, and that's what you do when the bay and tides and winds all decide to go in different directions, and then entered the C&D canal which is a 15 mile shipping canal that connects Deleware Bay to the Chesapeake Bay.  Everything I had learned about reading tide charts went out the window in Delaware bay.  It seems to have it's own mind about how the currents flow. 

We made Annapolis MD and tied up at the Annapolis Yacht Club for two nights.  Annapolis was so captivating that we had to stay there two days and see the sights.  Now we were at the home of the US Naval Academy.  We got to see both academy's (Army and Navy) the same week on a sailing trip.  How neat is that. 

We met up with Carl and Debbie again in St. Michaels, and we anchored next to them about a mile off the city docks.  We dinghied in to St. Michaels and spent the day at the Waterman's Festival that cost $25 for all day in the musuem, all you could eat crabs, burgers, hotdogs, soft drinks included.  The most fun was the watermans rodeo, which includes watching the oystermen and crabbers handle their single screw boats in a boat handling competition.  Those boys know their stuff. 

It's a messy job, but somebody has to do it!

 That is us anchored out below the bow sprit.

OneEighty and JAZZ visiting each other like they are old friends.

After leaving St. Michaels, one day, two storms and over 100 miles later, we made Jim's house at midnight up the Rappahannock River which is in the southern portion of the Chesapeake Bay.  Jim's house offered us a stable, secure dock and good company.  End of this leg of the trip.  Get some rest, work on the boat and make ready for Charleston. (Side note:  watch for Hurricane Irene which is slated to head up the east coast next week).

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Buffalo to NYC, via the Erie Canal

In Buffalo we had heard about a great place to step the masts (we have two of them now) called First Buffalo River Marina.  When we got there we took a whole day getting the boat ready for them to pull the mast.  When they say they pull the mast, that's all they do.  We had to take down all the sails, running rigging, two booms 10 shrouds, four backstays, one forestay, and then this thing that we call a top stay.  I don't know what the old sailors called it, but it is the wire from the top of the main mast to the top of the mizzen. There's where the trouble began.  When I went up the Mizzen to undo the top stay, as soon as I pulled the pin the mast was on its way down.  I quickly repinned the topstay and we figured another way to get that piece of rigging down. 

With the masts down and secured on the braces we made above deck, we were ready to set out on the 350 mile treck across the state on New York via the Erie Canal.  The canal, most of which was built and engineered in the early 1800's, is still operational, and much of it is still original.  We got our "masters degree" in locking by safely navigating through 37 locks up and over the state of New York. 

When we left Buffalo, we had to make our first important navigatioal decision.......Which channel to take on the Niagara River.  In the photo (left) if you went to the left of the center wall, you would be in the fast flowing Niagra River, headed straight to the renouned Niagara Falls in about 10 knots current.  At that speed the boat could not have returned after she got in the fast current.  The good news is that there is a low bridge down stream that would probably crush the boat before it hit the falls.  We, however took the high road.  We took the right side which is the Black Rock Canal, and it is walled off from the current and has a lock that gently lowers the river (and boat) down to the desending levels.  When we got to the town of Tonnawanda, NY, we took a right into the start of the historic Erie Canal.

Each little town, which were all called "villages" had it's own personality, yet they all vied for top-spot in having the best reputation for being nice to boaters on the canal.  Most villages were named after a port; Lockport, Middleport, Fairport, Brockport, and then other quaint sounding villiages like Brewerton, Sylvian Beach, St. Johnsville and Waterford.  Each one had it's own personality, and I have to say that every one in every village that we talked to was friendly.  Being from Alabama, I never expected New Yorkers to be friendlier than us Southerners, but in upstate New York, they have it down.  O.K., so everybody has their favorite, but I guess I have to say my favorite town was Middleport where the chief of police saw that I was going to have to walk down to the gas station, so he offered to give me a ride in the patrol car.  It felt like I had just met Sheriff Andy Taylor. He even gave me a police badge to remember the town. 

The town of Waterford, NY ( http://www.byways.org/explore/byways/2479/places/32378/ )was having a Steam Boat show and the harbor was full of real, live, smoking, chugging steam boats.  This area was the home of Robert Fulton when he made his famous first Steamboat ride from Waterford NY to New York City and proved the concept of commercial steam boats....that changed history.

Waterford is the first lock of the Erie canal, which of course for us, since we were going from Buffalo to the Hudson (East) it was the last.  The first five locks from the Hudson river take the canal up over 170 feet in 1.5 miles.  They call this the Waterford Flight.  BTW, Waterford got it's name from a "ford" in the Mohawk river where horses and wagons could cross in low water.  Waterford is also home to the start of the Champlain Canal which was an early canal system that allowed navigation up to Lake Champlain and on through to the St. Lawrence Seaway into Canada. Lock #2, which is acutally the first lock has a spillway with a metal grid that looks down to the raging river.

When we finally got to the Hudson River, we all gave a loud HOORAY since we knew that we only had done all the New York Erie Canal locks and we had just one more Federal lock on the Hudson River.  In that lock we were joined by three Steam Boats locking through with us.  That made for a beautiful and historic memory, except for the smoke filled lock as we decended to the lower river level.

At that point in the Hudson River, we were at the mercy of the tides.  The Hudson is tidal from the Atlantic in NYC up 150 miles to Troy, NY. 

We made it down river to Catskill, NY where we were able to put the mast up, do some repairs, and enjoy the 4th of July weekend celebrations in the quaint village of Catskill, NY.  On Sunday we rented a car and took a cruise through the Catskill Mountains.  (for more pictures of this leg of the trip, go to: https://picasaweb.google.com/charlie.wingspan/ErieCanalToNYC20110701#

Sailing to Buffalo, NY from Sandusky OH

When we finally set out, the trip was great.  We only sailed daylight hours since we had had so many problems with the engine for the last several days.  This stage of the trip took us from Sandusky to Ashtabula, to Dunkirk to Buffalo.  We met the nicest folks at Dunkirk Yacht Club.  Just so happens they were having the Commodore's party and not only did they invite us in and treat us extremely nice, they invited us and insisted that we have dinner with them.  We did and met the nicest folks.  We have been so impressed with how really friendlly and nice the people have been in Sandusky Harbor Marina, and all the other areas we have visited, such as Dunkirk and Buffalo.  We arrived Buffalo on Sunday afternoon, June 19, 2011.  On Monday we were set to have the mast pulled by the guys at New Buffalo River Marina.  At 1000 Mondaly morning they brought in the equipment, started the job and finished around noon.  Both masts and booms were neatly stacked on the hand-made deck rack that was designed bly Bob McKay and bulilt by Quinn and I.     

We met a guy named Jerimiah who lived on his boat and offered to take us to the grocery store.  We took him up on the offer, then hired him to help us secure the mast onto the deck racks.

John and Harley (real name Doc, but Harley fits him best so I changed his name) did a great job and then Harley asked us where we were going from there.  When we said Erie Basin Marina, he called ahead for us and told them to give us slip # H18 which was his old slip, and was easy to get into and out of.  He then offered us his truck to go to West marine if we needed, but we declined.  New York people and the friendliest ever. When we got to Erie Basin Marine, we had Susie and Helen fly up to meet us in Buffalo for the trip across the Erie Canal.  On H18 there were several racers readying their boats for the races and 3 of them offered their cars for us to go to Walmart, etc.  One guy went to the store and bought the oil I needed for the oil change and brought it back to me.  Everyone has been so very friendly and nice.  And this is New York.  Just goes to show you that things are not always what you think.  From there we go through our first lock of the Erie canal treck which consists of a total of 38 locks between Buffalo NY and Troy NY on the Hudson River.  This is the Black Rock Lock that gets you off the main channel of the Niagara River so that you do not sail off the edge of the earth at Niagara Falls.  We sail 8 miles down the Niagara River via Black Rock Canal and enter the Erie Canal at Tonawonda, NY.

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Getting Started, started, started.

It is finally time. We left Birmingham on June 9 2011 driving to Sandusky, Ohio in a rented van. Rented so that we could leave it in Sandusky when we departed on OneEighty, and van so that we could take 10,000 pounds of stuff to the boat. We Spent the next 4 days getting the boat ready and putting her in the water. After we got her in the water we found we had plenty of other things to do such as keeping the water out and the air in. She finally got her christening of the new name....Ladies and gentlemen.....introducing...... OneEighty. We set the date of June 13 as the start date for the trip. That would give us time to install everything and then check it out before setting out to sea. The stage one objective was to sail 230 miles east on Lake Erie to Buffalo NY. For the next 3 days we tried to leave but always had to come back because the engine would quit after 2 hours run time. Finally it was determined that it was the new "modern" electric fuel pump that was causing the problem, so we eliminated it and all worked well from then on. Bob McKay had flown in to Sandusky to take the Buffalo leg with us, but used all his time up trying to get the engine running. Actually we had some of our best sailing when the engine had died. We had to sail back in from 15 miles out, and sailed in to the dock, no engine. It was a great sail....right up to the moment that we sail into the dock.

We've only just begun