Bahamas to Florida to Beaufort, NC

Beaufort, North Carolina
34 42.90 N 076 39.80 W
(Click on each photo to enlarge)

Back in the USA


Dropping the Bahamas
courtesy flag after 4 months

 On Sunday May 8, after four wonderful months in the Bahamas the tattered Bahamian courtesy flag came down as we made our crossing back to the US – and it was an awesome crossing – at least in the “Admiral’s” opinion.


The gulf stream crossing was
nice and smooth for the Admiral

 We departed West End Grand Bahamas before sun rise; The Gulf Stream was like a millpond with just a gentle ocean swell. We saw very little boat traffic on the way across which was made up for upon our approach to West Palm Beach.

Culture shock arriving in West
Palm Beach on Mother's  Day

 The inlet was crazy with boats of all sizes zipping around. Peanut Island, just inside the inlet was packed with Mother’s Day Sunday afternoon boaters. We both felt sensory overload and culture shock with our US landfall. We made our way past the masses and anchored in the relatively quiet Lake Worth anchorage in North Palm Beach. Mark made the telephone call to the US Customs with our pre-registered “Local Boater Program” and we were officially cleared in to the country.


A hatching of "Love Bugs"
covered the decks of Carina

 Monday morning we weighed anchor and made our way up the ICW to Manatee Pocket in Stuart, FL. Our plan was to look at new dinghies at a marine store in town called A Sailor’s Place to purchase a new one there. Our old Zodiac with an inflatable floor is ready for retirement and will be replaced with a RIB (rigid inflatable boat). We decided on an AB aluminum hull 10.5’ with a bow locker. Unfortunately Sailor’s Place did not have that size in stock. We almost went with the smaller 9’5’ but after some debating and telephone calls Mark was able to locate the dinghy of choice in Annapolis, MD. So it will be another month of service for the Zodiac. We had a nice dinner with our friends Polly and Mo from Serenity that evening at Finz. After some provisioning and errands on Tuesday we made way for Faber Cove in Fort Pierce for the night. Aside from an invasion of nasty little love bugs it was and uneventful trip.

Wednesday May 11 we retraced our route north and met up with our friends, Rich and Carol Wellman (Manta 42 –“Great Catsby”) in Melbourne. We had a nice visit with them including a refreshing dip in the pool and dinner at their condo. Thursday was a long day – 70+ miles motoring up the ICW to Daytona. We anchored on the Halifax River around 6pm.


View from the Sprint Tower

We decided we needed a “tourist” day since we have been making such good time north so we secured dock space at the Halifax Marina on Friday morning. After some morning boat chores we called a cab and made our way over to the Daytona Speedway. We took a tour of the Speedway which was amazing.



K & M at Victory Lane

 The 1 ½ hour tram tour included the driver’s meeting room, the infield Fan Zone, the Sprint & Nationwide garages, the pits, Victory Lane and an awesome view of the entire complex from high atop the Sprint Tower.

View from the grandstands

We ended the day with dinner at a pizzeria – our 1st pizza in who knows how long. We certainly have missed the variety of restaurants and food choices available during our four months in the Bahamas - especially needing a Sushi fix. 

We made our way to a mooring ball at St. Augustine Municipal Marina on Saturday after dodging and sitting out a rather nasty front of afternoon thunderstorms along the way. Sunday 5/15 was another busy day on the ICW passing through the Jacksonville area on our way to Fernandina Beach. We had passed by this town on our way south in the fall so we decided to stop for a couple of nights. The ebb & flood currents on the Amelia River are fierce through this stretch so we picked up a mooring ball from Fernandina Harbor Marina thinking it would be a better choice than anchoring.

Fernandina Beach, FL

Monday morning was clear and sunny and we were able to see the space shuttle contrail from our boat shortly after the morning launch about 150 miles to our south. Later we enjoyed the quaint little downtown historic area of Fernandina with its many shops and restaurants and took in the Historical Museum which was very interesting. After a full day of exploring we headed back to Carina. As usual the currents were ripping through the mooring field and 15-20 kt westerly winds were blowing 90 degrees to the current so we were turning circles on the mooring ball.



Fernandina Harbor Marina with
town in behind from Carina's
mooring on the No. Amelia River

Around 6:30 PM, at near maximum flood current, we were just starting to prepare dinner (after a few afternoon cocktails mind you) when we heard a loud bang towards the bow of Carina. Mark went forward and pulled up only a short length of chain still attached to the pennant line that had been attached to our bow cleats. The mooring chain had broken and the mooring ball was already being carried away by wind & current - as was Carina. We immediately went into emergency mode – put down the wine glasses, fired up engines, maneuvered away from the other boats and notified the marina what had happened. Thankfully despite the wind and current (and alcohol) we picked up another nearby mooring ball on 1st try. 



The weak link of the
mooring ball chain

 Mark had noted when we arrived the previous day that the 3/8" chain was rusty – not too unusual – but after looking at the break point on the chain it was evident that the part hidden within the mooring ball had deteriorated to only a fraction of it's former diameter. The marina staff was very apologetic and commented that the guy they hire to maintain the moorings had just recently checked them and claimed "all were in good shape". Although we really enjoyed the town, we will think twice about picking up one of their moorings in the future. Had the mooring ball chain broken while we were in town earlier in the day we'd be sending a different version of this blog. 

The Jekyll Island Club

 Tuesday 5/17 we crossed out of Florida and into Georgia. We tied up dockside at Jekyll Harbor Marina. We made use of the marina’s loaner car to get a few groceries and then the loaner bikes to explore the historical district. This small barrier island was purchased by the state of Georgia in 1947 to preserve the fragile ecosystem – especially the dunes on the beach side. States law dictates that no more than 35% of the island can ever be developed.

The bike path along
"Millionare Row". We're
going to miss the Spanish Moss!

Up until the 1940’s the island was the playground of the rich and famous. Millionaires Village in the historic district was once the exclusive winter community of the Rockefeller, Vanderbilt, Morgan and Pulitzer. The structures fell into disrepair with the onset of the depression. The 33 original “cottages” and lavish Jekyll Island Club hotel have been restored and are now open to the public. People still play croquet on the expansive front lawn of the club.



The Goodyear (as in tires)
summer cottage on Jekyll Is.

Jekyll Island was the perfect spot to stage for an outside “hop” up the coast to avoid the winding, narrow and shallow creeks of the Georgia portion of the ICW. Also, for the next few days, the low tides were abnormally low due to the full moon phase and this would impede out transiting of several shallow sections of ICW in GA - even with our 3’8” draft.   

  

Dolphins kept us company
sailing outside up the coast

So on Wednesday morning we made our way out from Brunswick, GA through St Simon’s Channel to the Atlantic. We sailed with following seas in winds of 8-16 kts. for over 21 hours – a good portion of sailing wing-on-wing (jib out to one side, main sail out to other to capture most wind from astern boat) with an almost full moon the entire night. We saw no other cruising boats and only had to dodge 2 large cargo ships that crossed our heading around 11pm. But we weren’t alone as we had several pods of dolphins join us at various times. They entertained us with their antics while swimming along side and between the bows.


Arriving in Charleston Harbor
in AM abeam of Fort Sumter.

 We entered the Charleston Harbor breakwater before 8am and dropped sails alongside Fort Sumter. After motoring a short way up the ICW to Dewee’s Creek we dropped anchor, showered and had a nice brunch complete with Bloody Marys before a well deserved nap. Although Kathy does not enjoy overnight passages we shaved a hefty 229 statute miles off the ICW trip and we’re more than halfway to Norfolk, VA.


Anchored in Dewee's Creek
10 miles north of Charleston Hbr.

 Friday May 20 (Mark’s Birthday) we awoke fully recovered from the (sleep deprived)overnight sail and made way for another familiar anchorage behind Butler Island.


Sunrise over Dewee's Island

 On this stretch the love bugs have gone only to be replaced by even nastier green headed horseflies. Thankfully they left us once we anchored.

Ospreys like to build their nests
in the ICW channel marker posts

The trip up through the wild and unspoiled Waccamaw River was much more picturesque at this time of the year as compared to when we passed this way last fall.

 Saturday was another busy weekend on the ICW with PWCs and small power boats as we made our way to past Myrtle Beach anchoring at the mouth of Calabash Creek just south of the North Carolina border.

Kathy taking in the view of
the Waccamaw River 

The waterfront docks at
Beaufort, NC

Yesterday, Tuesday 5/24 we arrived in Beaufort (pronounced Bo-furt), NC and tied up at Beaufort Docks. Beaufort, NC is supposedly a must see for ICW traveler’s and we have always bypassed it until now. The marina docks are right in the heart of the downtown historic district with numerous shops, restaurants and museums. So once again we will be playing tourist and do some sightseeing …after the boat is washed and this blog is written.