A Lonnnggg Crossing

As we turn East away from the Florida coast, the sun peeks out from the Bahamas

As we turn East away from the Florida coast, the sun peeks out from the Bahamas

A simple crossing would be direct from say, West Palm (Lake Worth inlet) to West End, roughly 60 nautical miles. With a wide open crossing window we wanted to make full use of it to advance as far south as possible in the Bahamas, which meant clearing in at Nassau. How is it we find ourselves there again when we said, “not again” last December??? Sigh.

The various weather prognosticators may stand and take a bow; they nailed it pretty darn well. We knew that leaving out Ft Pierce Sunday 1:30pm, the swells would be generous but diminishing with time and distance overnight and into Monday. The trip out the inlet was the worst; large, steep swells coming in from the NE as we exited, giving our bows a thorough salt water wash.  We’d hug the coast, only out about one mile until ready to cross the GS somewhere between Ft Lauderdale and Miami. Passing by the hi-rise condos along North Palm, Palm Shores and Palm Beach (so many Palms!) at night felt odd to be so close.

By morning the wind had shifted out of the west, we raised the main and motor-sailed for a few hours. A fair amount of big ship traffic south of Ft Lauderdale encouraged us to take a “keep out of their way” path, so we turned east toward the GS approx. 10 miles north of Miami. The west edge of the Stream lies about 4 miles off the FL coast here so it didn’t take long to be in it and start to be pulled north. Set a course 20 degrees off our intended for that classic “S” curve you need to make unless you enter the GS much further south of your destination on the Bahama banks. The main was OK with wind right on our tail but not the jib, and both we and Ms Ortolan were extremely grateful for a following sea (waves at our stern) pushing us along rather than us pounding into them- which we do not do anymore!

In the gulf stream with a following sea around 11 am Monday

In the gulf stream with a following sea around 11 am Monday

Neither of us felt like eating much but sipping water and staying hydrated is important so we did that. Dinner time Monday, with the wind and waves backed down some we ate a meal of salad, cheese and crackers and focaccia bread. A couple of hours later I was starting to be sorry for even that much, but it didn’t last long.

We heard a few others on VHF but never saw any until later on Monday. We heard s/v Elvis make arrangements to go in to a Bimini marina; he keeps following us.

Sunset on the Bahama banks as we head toward Mackie Shoal

Sunset on the Bahama banks as we head toward Mackie Shoal

Daybreak found us a mile off the northern shore of New Providence (Nassau) running parallel for a good and first time look at this part of it. Compared to the other Bahamian islands we’ve seen, it’s quite large and has that glow at night from all the land and coast lighting. Wind was down to less than 10kts and we dropped the main easily in 1-2ft waves. Two cruise ships were arriving- one at 7am and the other at 7:30; we were ahead of them. Next came the tricky part.

Nassau Harbor is busy and you must check in with Harbor Control before coming in to the western entrance because that’s where all the ship activity happens. Customs & Immigration come to the harbor’s marinas and to your boat for clearing in. The past two times in Nassau- one taking Benj to the airport and last year, picking him up – the marinas balked at giving us a slip that could hold a longer boat, but we needed it because of our width. In Vero another frugal cruiser told us that he’d anchored and dinghied in; walking to the govt bldg. in town to clear in. When our crossing plan solidified to include a likely clearing in at Nassau, we figured we would anchor in the harbor or at a cay nearby and Russ would take the dinghy into town. The backup plan was to stop and clear in at Chubb Cay which we would pass by (sort of) on the way to Nassau, but that process would take several hours and cost $100 even if we didn’t get a slip at the expensive marina.

About a mile out we hailed Harbor Control and then switched to the working channel. Provided the requested info: boat name, Doc # and last port. The last question was, “to which marina are you going?” We both cringed and held our breath when I said we planned to anchor then clear in. No,no,no. You must clear in first and the woman directed us to the concrete dock by the yellow building where we could tie up to clear in, “and then you have to leave.” Yikes. If only she’d told us the dock was on the eastern side of the cruise ship piers then we wouldn’t have been nearly run down by Carnival Sensation. At least we didn’t get a major chewing-out like the sailboat who was headed to that dock just ahead of us. They hadn’t called Harbor Control soon enough and boy she laid into them. But good fortune for us, because we had someone to toss a line to, otherwise it would have been quite the process.

Cruise ships in their berths, Ortolan in hers- all in one piece

Cruise ships in their berths, Ortolan in hers- all in one piece

I think the tall bldg. is Harbor Control and the green is Customs & Immigration

I think the tall yellow bldg. is Harbor Control and the green is Customs & Immigration

By 8:30, cleared in with 120 days Russ had to beg for, we anchored near the eastern entrance to eat breakfast. Our trip was 261 nm, 42 hours with 21 hours pure sailing. After breakfast we moved a couple of miles to anchor off Salt Cay for some much-needed sleep and when we got up at 12:30, the sun was shining brightly, the wind was low and the water was crystal clear.  🙂

depth, temp

The view out our front window- panel rolled up of course.

Where Does IT Happen? Cap’n Ron knows.

With each passing day we pinched ourselves to be sure that everything was really
going our way. We bid farewell to Port Washington along with three other sails,
motoring down the East River through New York harbor, the current sweeping us
along. No noticeable pleasure boat traffic and minimal commercial traffic- a
nice change from last year’s Saturday trip.

New York City skyline, Tower One in center and Brooklyn Bridge to left

New York City skyline, Tower One in center and Brooklyn Bridge to left

Don’t look now but we are starting to show our experience, or maybe we could call it confidence. 🙂  The paper charts remained MIA- oh those silly things that consume 75% of the table space; oh I did pull them out eventually for the trip down the lonnggg NJ coast. Gives me something to look at, plus I find the charts provide a better “big picture” than the chart plotter. We raised the main in the harbor; a walk in the park event today, a terrifying moment if this had been Year One.

West winds allowed for fine sailing through the lower bay, around Sandy Hook and along the New Jersey coast. Seas could not have been more than a foot (and I’m being generous here) thanks to low winds for the past couple of days. The Pride of Baltimore was sailing just ahead of us and made for a lovely view and of course the requisite photos.

The Pride of Baltimore apprx 3/4 mi to our port side and 1/4 mile ahead

The Pride of Baltimore apprx 3/4 mi to our port side and 1/4 mile ahead after rounding Sandy Hook

After a short time I noticed our apparent wind was hanging around 60 degrees with 8 to 13 kts true and some higher gusts. About 3 seconds later Russ predictably states that we should use the screecher, “the wind is gonna stay low.”  I agreed. A day earlier “gusts to 20kts” were in the forecast, but had been removed as of the morning. In went the jib, out came the screecher; our speed increased and we were closing in on The Pride.(you can bet she was motor-sailing)

No, no NOAA, when will we ever learn not to trust you, you miserable substitute for a forecasting entity. Sigh. This time we can’t blame NOAA entirely; we failed to pound that proverbial nail into the horse’s shoe and blew out our flip-flop. About an hour and a-half later we heard a loud POP sound and I raced out to see what I could see, but my wondering eyes proved useless as I looked up at the screecher from both sides. We could hear a flap-flap sound, reminiscent of the awful sound the sail made last November when we got caught in BIG wind that tore the sun protection material. Russ figures it out and we try to roll in the darn thing, which is not easy to do well as it doesn’t wind on a pole but on a halyard line. As soon as it was mostly wrapped we released the halyard and dropped the whole thing into the ocean.  In my dreams perhaps, but in reality we dropped it on deck, tied off the halyard and tied up the very bulky mass with a few dock lines. Naturally the wind was gusting during this time, but overall we were lucky that conditions were calm and Otto was doing his usual good job.  The Pride pulled farther ahead since we don’t go as fast with the jib and we were left wondering where she’d be in the morning.

Screecher down, jib out, The Pride pulls further ahead.

Screecher down, jib out, The Pride pulls further ahead.

The night was uneventful and we both got some sleep, motor-sailing with only the main in 8-12kts that had moved to SSW. Warm too; the low for the night was only 67. Ah, now I can relax a bit; how great to be done with my least favorite overnight so quickly- not that I like any of them mind you.

Sunrise off Cape May, NJ

Sunrise off Cape May, NJ

Crossed the Delaware with ease; the big ships not awake to terrorize us yet. By 8:30 Thursday morning, 24 hrs later, we were anchored in Breakwater Harbor at Cape Henlopen near Lewes, DE.  After a short nap we’d deal with that white pile on the tramps.

Stunning sunset at Breakwater Harbor

Stunning sunset at Breakwater Harbor