Up a creek without cell service

Weather systems collide in North Carolina. Why? Five of six times passing thru the 50nm circle with Oriental at its center, whether south or north bound, we’ve need to hunker down for weather. South bound the wind is king, and last fall Queen Sandy visited. North bound not only do we travel cautiously and hide from 20kts, or more, but tornadoes and/or heavy rain and T-storms keep greeting us here. Thursday found us enjoying another good motor-sail from Wrightsville Beach (Masonboro Inlet) to Beaufort (that’s bow, not bew). Very boring; no dolphins, no other vessels, no feathered visitors. 69nm took almost 11 hours.  Dropped the hook; well it’s more than a hook- more like a lead weight, off the CG station at Ft Macon, our usual spot when we come in or stage to go out at Beaufort.

Friday was quite the day as the forecast held true at: S 15-25kts, gusting 30 (and more). Any boat sailing north offshore that day must have enjoyed a great sail, but I would not have wanted to be out there at all. Been there, done that, no thank-you. Rain too, ahead of the huge front that stretched north almost to CN to as far south as Florida, maybe further. Even with a delayed departure thanks to rain we arrived at Slade Creek (awful name uh?) by 4:15, averaging 7kts for the trip. In calm conditions, running one engine at 2500 rpms will move us along at 5 ½ kts; adding the second provides a one knot boost. The Neuse River stretch felt like being offshore, with 3-4ft seas at our stern.  Pounding into North at even 10-15kts would have been very rough- ugh. One engine and the jib (reefed yet) saw us flying along close to 8kts. Those less hardy put in early at Oriental or River Dunes while we continued up, crossing the Pamlico to the Pungo River then hanging a right up into the protection of Slade Creek.

The problem with many creeks this time of year (compared to fall) is the pot floats that can be anywhere from a few to zillions. Reading reviews of each anchorage gives you some idea, but you don’t know til you get there. Slade was a new stop for us; reviews indicating pots would not be a problem. The trip up the creek was easy and we went in far enough to get protection from all directions, cuz as you know with a front, the wind clocks around.  A row of pots lined each shore and it served to mark the edge of the deeper water where you wanted to be anyway. Saw 8-9ft, true to the chart and with no tide range just one less worry. Further up where we wanted to anchor the pots only lined one shore and we never got even close to them.

Another creek in the middle of the boonies of NC. Up a creek without a paddle is one thing, up a creek with no cell service is another thing entirely!  The iPhone 5 was able to grab the occasional email, but my iPhone 3 was useless so we just set it to airplane mode.  The CG had earlier announced the Alligator River Swing Bridge was closed due to wind; no surprise and this is going to be a problem, maybe not Saturday, but after that for sure.

It’s midnite and I’m not famous- I mean asleep yet. We are snug and secure here in 7 ½ ft, no fetch to speak of and no other boats around to drag into us. Ms Rocna grabbed well and we, as usual, have out 7 to 1 scope.  The leading edge of the front is nearly solid dark red with some purple centers, indicating heavy rain and likely T-storm activity. Oh, my favorite. The worst of it passed overhead between 12:30 and 1am, with a tremendous pouring down of rain like we rarely see- purple rain according to Russ. Now you know the origin of Prince’s song. 🙂

Lightning and minimal thunder, mostly none too close and the rain lessened afterward. We’d just dozed off when the chartplotter beeped- finally the marine warning popped up!  Turned that off, but an hour later when the wind shifted to NW, the drag alarm sounded. Arhhhhhh- no, we hadn’t dragged, just were 150 ft from our original spot. We really dislike the way it works. Electronics are always turned off at night, except in conditions like this. Knock on wood though, we have not dragged, even a bit, since Cocoa Beach last November. Shame on us, we knew the anchor hadn’t set well enough there. When Ms Rocna sets well, we don’t move. I rest easier than I used to. With more than 500 anchorings so far, we’ve developed good technique, added a shock absorbing snubber and know our anchor likes her mud.  Russ spends a good 5 minutes washing down the anchor chain as we bring it up but that’s using river water, not our fresh supply, so we’re happy to do it knowing the anchor was well set.

Saturday, somewhat surprisingly, but true to forecast, the winds were low out of the north never more than 10kts. We decided to move 14 miles north to a spot in the Pungo River where it shrinks to creek-like proportions and veers away from the ICW, but very close to it.  Our bow dipped down bringing up the anchor, a sure sign of a well dug in piece of galvanized steel. I could have made lunch in the time Russ spent rinsing the anchor chain, but we’d slept in until 10 and didn’t head out until almost 1pm for the two-hour trip.

Along the way, cell bars jumped to 3 but by the time we anchored, one or less was going to be our fate again. Standing out at the stern or on the roof does improve the service asserts the Captain. Later on, s/v Java joined us but other than them, we saw just a few boats heading north, mostly motor yachts and small trawlers. The great thing about this spot was the complete lack of pot floats. Last May another boat found so many here that they could not anchor. Guess the crabbers decided to let the poor things re-populate this year.

During the weekend locals came by to fish- we did see some jumping- the fish that is

During the weekend locals came by to fish- we did see some jumping- the fish that is

Sunday dawned sunny and chilly at 50 brisk degrees. Guess who was gone by 7am? Not us. Java. Um, the forecast promised 15-25kts, with gusts to 35, same for Monday and part of Tuesday.  We’re anchored ½ mile away from the southern end of the 20-mile long Alligator River-Pungo River canal. The canal is easy to do in most any weather, but when you get to the wide Alligator River, then what?  Ten more miles gets you to the swing bridge that closes in wind greater than 34kts. We figured no point in continuing until the wind backed down and the bridge would open.

The view from my galley window.

The view from my galley window.

8:30, with wind less than 10kts  the swing bridge closed, much to the surprise and consternation of many boats. Is it possible that they are getting 24kts more than we?  Yikes. Yep, fat, dumb and happy. “What, closed all day?” A couple of motor yachts, no doubt with a schedule to keep, took on more fuel at a Belhaven marina then headed south down the Pamlico River, into Pamlico Sound to go down and around, through Albemarle Sound, ending up at Coinjock. 116 miles we heard one guy tell another. Got one rough ride ahead of them. S/v Java returned to the nest at 11am; they made it half way. Said they were surprised we didn’t leave; we were more surprised that they did. 🙂  Was nice to have another boat around and we checked on each other a few times each day.

As predicted, I’m here in a creek catching up on the blog (going to be quite a few posts once we get some 4G bars), with a teeny bit of cell service, a clear view of boats in the ICW and the occasional local guys fishing near the marsh shores. Sunshine keeping us warm during the day. Bit chilly at night- 48 degrees- hey it’s like being home!

Whirlwind Tour: Eleuthera

Rock Sound was to be our home for a few days and as usual we left earlier than planned. The Explorer Chartbook we have is not the latest edition; however, thanks to One White Tree, at least we have one. This simply means that much of the information about a settlement is out-of-date and likely as not, what was once available, no longer is. Checking info in ActiveCaptain helps, but one still has to check things out and not assume much.
Dingle Motors is the visitor info center, filling station, mini mart, wifi source and hardware shop all in one easy stop about a block north of the dinghy/fisherman’s dock. One fantastic change for the better was the new Laundromat in town; just a few blocks north, then turn right, bear right at the fork and voila!

Laundromat in Rock Sound- a great place

Laundromat in Rock Sound- a great place

3T’s is clean, clean with 5 washers and 3 dryers. At $3/load this was the best price I’ve found in the Bahamas. The owner (I never got her name) has 3 grown children, all well established on other islands and you could tell she was reasonably well-educated and spoke to us slowly enough so we could understand her. Bahamians speak quickly, often pronouncing words in such a way that they are difficult to understand, but taken in context, you get the idea. When they speak to one another, forget attempting to glean more than a vague gist of the conversation.
Dinner was pizza on the grill, made with home-made dough (thanks to Russ) and I am sorry to say that no photo exists. We used 1/3 can of diced tomatoes, leftover sausage slices, garlic, basil, oregano, shred mozz and olive oil. First, shape the dough (grapefruit size) to fit your grill and grill it for a few minutes on one side. Remove, flip it, add toppings and place back on grill, close cover and grill a few minutes more. Gosh, it was really good. Fresh dough is paramount to success here!
Lunch at Pascal’s was on the list, where we could enjoy outdoor dining with a view of the harbor. A song was playing that I’d tried unsuccessfully to find on iTunes so I asked the waitress for the name; she was no help, but the woman at the next table told us about Shazam. It’s an app that hears a song and identifies it for you. Does a slew of related things too, but you can discover that for yourself. Once we are in Abaco with constant wifi, Shazam will get added to our iPhone apps.

View of the harbor from Pascals

View of the harbor from Pascals

Very warm day, requiring a sundress

Very warm day, requiring a sundress

We got to talking with the woman and her husband. They are on vacation and really enjoying the laid-back island experience. We talked some about our cruising life and that our next stop that day was the market just up the road. They offered us a ride, which we took, if only to experience being in a car with the steering wheel on the right.

Just our luck, the market closes at 2pm on Wed to bring in stock from the freight boat. Guess that means Thursday fresh produce would be available; always a plus.

Having hands-free meant stocking up at the liquor store we passed on the way back, would be a productive activity. They stocked the Lazo Sauvignon Blanc we like at the same great 20% off a case (or any 12 bottles) we found in George Town, so we took that deal. Very drinkable white wine at $5.72/btle; a better deal we have never found in the States.

Rock Sound boasts a large ocean hole situated just out of the town’s center and provides a local scenic park where fish perform for bread crumbs.

A panoramic view of the ocean hole in Rock Sound

A panoramic view of the ocean hole in Rock Sound

Another day, another lunch; this time on the Nort’ Side at Rosie’s, overlooking the beach and Atlantic Ocean. Rosie was born and raised in Freeport and has called Eleuthera home for many years. She will pick you up and drive you to her home and restaurant which is nearly 2 miles from the dinghy dock- in case you were about to admonish us for not walking!  Rosie served up a terrific dinner-sized meal and her rum punch was huge. Her always made fresh coleslaw was simple and delicious- lime juice the secret ingredient. (note to self). Our stuffed-pig selves then walked down the wooden steps to the long stretch of beach below to walk off a few calories and beach comb for whatever (ok, sea beans).

The view from Rosie's at Nort' Side

The view from Rosie’s at Nort’ Side

Porch dining at Rosie's; more diners came later

Porch dining at Rosie’s; more diners came later

Now, if this wasn’t enough good stuff packed into one day, when Rosie drove us back she said she was headed to the fish docks and would we like to take the ride up to Tarpum Bay, a six-mile trip up the highway. How could we pass up the opportunity to obtain fresh fish; our own attempts being fruitless.

Our fish selection is filleted- that's Rosie in foreground

Our fish selection is filleted- that’s Rosie in foreground

School had just ended and we came upon a uniformed school boy hitching a ride- and we had room for one, perfect. Apparently, the school bus had broken down and the kids had to fend for themselves. Not a huge deal if one lives in Rock Sound, but the kids from Tarpum Bay have a long trip so are at the mercy of others. The boy’s friends who were walking in a larger group up ahead will no doubt find rides with the many vehicles heading their way.

That evening we joined Jim and Laurie on s/v Magpie2, a Leopard 40 catamaran.  Seems like 1 out 6 new women I meet are named Lori/Laurie- this is good as I just might remember their name when we meet up again! Natives of Maine, they knew of Maine Cats and both had careers as forest service biologists. Being a small world, we discovered that they were the boat going into Cat Island’s Hawksbill Marina last Friday; the day we diverted from Cat.

That evening and for the next 24 hours (stopping to sleep) we had wifi which cost $10 for 24 hrs. We packed in as much as we could, Skyped Benj (first time in a long while), updated blog, paid bills, moved money around, emails and checked blogs we follow, including Lily’s new one.

On Saturday we pulled out of Rock Sound (one load of laundry never got done) and sailed up to Alabaster Bay which sits roughly 6 miles north of Governors Harbor; a 31 mile trip from Rock Sound. Sailing in the lee of Eleuthera is easy, much the same as in the Exumas and sailing is eco-friendly as well as wallet friendly. Plus, you can do galley chores such as baking without getting seasick. A quick side-step here: we left FL with 84 gals of diesel and right now have 58 gals which looks really great at first blush but we have to add to that the 50 gals we’ve purchased a jug at a time since mid-December. I’ll bet that at least half of the 50 gals was used by the generator which gets called into use the more we sail. Still, that works out to .86 gals per day for every day we’ve been in the Bahamas. Let’s see, the price of diesel is near $6/gal- ouch. In comparison, Patti of s/v Lutra says she’s used 23 gals since leaving Miami- or roughly .31 gals per day. Moving on to more pleasant activities then…. We anchored in the crescent beach lined bay and plotted our Atlantic beach attack for the next morning.

Ortolan resting happily in Alabaster Bay

Ortolan resting happily in Alabaster Bay

Skinny- that is the key word here. No, not me, the land.  Across from us on the ocean side waits a pink sand beach and it appears to be walkable at ¾ mile. The trick is finding a path or road.  A former U.S. Navy Base as well as the main road lies between us and the beach. Russ recalls Fred on m/v Northstar saying that you can walk through the base and get to the beach. The chart shows a path from our beach to the main road; but it was not to be found so we took the long way past the resort which was for sale and walked around some sort of pond/swamp thing to the main road.

The guard station has seen better days

The guard station has seen better days

Multi-storm damage at the base by the beach bluffs

Multi-storm damage at the base by the beach bluffs

Fifteen minutes later we were “on the beach.” Is the sand actually pink you ask?  Looking at it, not really. Comparing it to other sand, yes you can see a faint pink tinge to the sand. The beach was long, curved and quite lovely, strewn with a minimum of seaweed and trash. For those in the know this means I’m not going to find many sea beans. Quite true, but I did have one trick up my sleeve and it worked well enough so that the trek was not simply a way to exercise. 🙂 Sea glass and shells: virtually non-existent here. Go figure.

The pink sand beach stretches for over a mile.

The pink sand beach stretches for over a mile.

Tuesday was looking to be the day to sail up to Abaco, and that gave us one more day to spend in Eleuthera. If we opted not to take this window, then the wait to go again would be at least two weeks- uhn uh.

So after our morning beach jaunt we headed out, sailing once more, to Hatchet Bay/Alice Town an easy 12 miles north. The pond has a single opening giving it 360 degree protection and if you aren’t scared off by the rocky cliff bordered narrow opening, inside you will find 10 fairly new free govt moorings.  Another cat was headed that way and as we got closer we saw it was Magpie2; they were motor-sailing and WE were sailing at 6kts. Stopping to drop the main allowed them to brave the entrance first 🙂

Getting aligned to enter Hatchet Bay Pond

Getting aligned to enter Hatchet Bay Pond

The balls do not have any tackle, just an eye on the top of the ball. We figured out two ways to handle, but an even better third method presented itself in the form of: man in dinghy helps attach bridle with clip to mooring ball. Sweet and easy.  Jim stopped over and we made plans for a combined dinner aboard Ortolan; a feast for sure.

Ate a quick lunch and in to town we went. Checked out the poultry farm ruins and on the way saw several goat families. This group has found a source of water from the drain pipe of- the A/C unit perhaps?

Drinking water is scarce for these guys;  get it where you can

Drinking water is scarce for these guys; get it where you can

The famous Twin Brothers (of Potter’s Cay New Providence) has a fancy location here and between them and The Front Porch which overlooks the pond, you’ve got too excellent dining options.

Enjoy the best conch salad in the Bahamas- now two locations to serve you!

Enjoy the best conch salad in the Bahamas- now two locations to serve you!

Magpie2 arrived with everything- including knives- they needed for their part of dinner. We enjoyed a fine feast with white and red wine, but the best part, for me anyway, was when Laurie pulled out a Ziploc with several large pieces of fresh coconut.  We got good tips on where to find them (recently falls are what you want) and that you want them brown and plenty of liquid inside.  Magpie2 will be staying in Eleuthera a while longer before heading to Abaco while we are making our move much sooner.

The next day, Monday Feb 25, was the last scenic day on our whirlwind tour of Eleuthera. Gregory Town, with its tiny harbor Pitman Cove, presents a virtually hidden harbor opening that blends so well with the surrounding rocky cliffs that we couldn’t see it until we were nose-even with the opening. This wasn’t a stop, just a sail-by.

Looking in at Gregory Town at Pitman Cove.

Looking in at Gregory Town at Pitman Cove.

The Glass Window was our final stop and we anchored about one-half mile away in a small bay for an hour-ish while we went to shore.  The wind was just enough to sail and at 10-13kts out of the SE that meant swells would be rocking us around a bit during the dinghy ride to shore. Found a bit of sandy beach, tossed out a bow anchor and used the same line to tie our stern toward shore. This would keep the boat into the waves and easier to retrieve.

Hey there lonely girl.... we will return.

Hey there lonely girl…. we will return.

Much of the shore is what is termed “ironshore” and boy those sharp points on the swiss cheese style rocks are not for bare feet. The climb up to the main road was quick and once on the bridge Russ took the camera because exposed heights are not my friend.

The present bridge is man-made bridge #2 over dual waters. At one time, the road passed over a natural bridge which formed a window between the turquoise blue of the banks and the deep blue of the Atlantic.  We read that people have lost their lives when a wave washed them off the bridge during a storm; not too smart being there.

Looking through the Glass Window

Looking through the Glass Window

Waves on Atlantic side are expert at crashing.

Waves on Atlantic side are expert at crashing.

Fred on m/v Northstar described a natural formation called the Queen’s Bath that was somewhere near the Glass Window; take a path and look for the cement pillar things. We tried mightily, but no luck on that one. Even asked someone; but they were more clueless than we.

The weather was cooperating wonderfully and we had high hopes for a brisk sail into Little Harbor, Abaco and perhaps catch a few fish along the way. Since we were returning to the site of our ONLY catch this season, we could hope couldn’t we?

First though, we’ll finish off our final Eleuthera day.

Waved good-bye through the window as we hoisted those useful white sheets and made way to Current Island and the cut we‘d need to pass through to get to Egg Island. This cut through Current, creating Current Island, is best approached by going parallel to land and then turning (when headed north). Plenty wide and deep in the cut, we could see how it might show its nasty side when the wind and seas are up. Ideally you want to be going with the current and for this location, an ebb tide is going north, or in our case, with us. As long as we arrived by 2:30- 3pm the current should be with us, yet near slack.  I’d hate to go through at full raging current as we hit 10kts sailing through.

Current Cut looking benighn and very lovely today

Current Cut looking benign and very lovely today

Last year we anchored in the protected harbor at Royal Island. Not much for scenery, but then we hadn’t arrived with any daylight remaining. In order to save time on Tues, we anchored in the lee of Egg Island, a small piece of land next to and west of Royal.

The chart didn’t show much except good depths, which was accurate and also much of the area was coral with a few large sand areas. I did my job and made sure Russ released the anchor so that it would land in the middle of the sand. It did and held well, but it was an uneasy feeling at first being anchored over coral heads; very low and plenty of water over them, but still odd. The sunset was brilliant.

Red sky at night a sailor's delight.

Red sky at night a sailor’s delight.

A full moon rose 5 mins after the sun set

A full moon rose 5 mins after the sun set

Russ made an unusual adjustment to the bridle (oops- sorry no photo), moving the stbd side end over to the port cleat in an attempt to keep us pointed into the swells. It worked well, until during the night the wind picked up (mind you, for the last 3 nights the wind had been down) and someone dragged me out of bed at 4am to re-adjust the anchor bridle back to “normal”. This is not as simple as it sounds what with all the stays and lines we have at the bow. No problems though and I’m not sure either of us slept much until the 6am alarm sounded. Ugh.

Rather than keep you on pins and needles, I’ll spill the beans and say. “No fish were caught during our 10-hour, 61nm, mostly sailing trip into Little Harbor, Abaco, even with a detour to hit the contour lines.”  Bummer and I was tired to boot; Russ too. Saw our cat friend s/v Polar Pacer on AIS about 8nm out and yes, they too were headed into Little Harbor and a good meal at Pete’s Pub. Sounded good to me and we had a chance to catch up with them and hear the story of the 5ft bull Mahi caught in Exuma Sound the day they left George Town. Oh well; next year.