ICW Sail, October 24 - 31, 2014

CaptMurph at the masthead of Kelly IV, anchored in Back Creek, Eastport, MD

In preparation for my cruise south to and through the ICW, I bought an LED bulb to replace the incandescent bulb for my anchor light.  This required that I climb the mast to remove the incandescent bulb.  Take it to the boat show to make sure the LED replacement would fit my anchor light, then climb back up the mast to install the LED bulb.  That assumes the new LED bulb works. 

Unfortunately, it did not.  So I climbed the mast again, discovered the problem (poor contact due to not enough pressure to maintain constant contact with the electrical contacts) and climbed back down to jury rig a solution (a plastic spring cut from a coffee tin).  A final trip up the mast to install the jury rig spring did the trick.  At some point in this process, I thought to call the marina, ask them to take a photo of me at Kelly IV's masthead and they did!



Below is the detailed documentation of the southbound cruise aboard Kelly IV, taken from my Facebook account, posted at the time.  (Click thru the "Newer Posts" at Bottom, For an abbreviated summary, Click Here)

DOLPHINS!

Kelly IV in the northern lock entering the Dismal Swamp Canal

Fellow sailors before the lock filled

Kelly IV tied up south of Dismal Swamp lock, waiting for engine repair

The fog referred to in the above post

Boat Show - October 7-14, 2014

Although I'm retired once again, I'm still working the US Sailboat Show.  Now I'm serving as a gopher (as in "go fer this, go fer that") for Harry Jones, owner of No Reef Technology Solutions, and helping Atlantic Cruising Yachts with their booths.  As is normal in this industry, we make sure we enjoy ourselves as we get the work done.

Fenway Park and Boston with Harry - September 10, 2014

A visit to Boston and Fenway Park bubbled to the top of the "To Do" list, so Harry and I booked tickets and hotel and we were off to Boston!

We enjoyed a tour of Beantown's sites aboard their Trolley Tour and got the detailed Park Tour at Fenway before settling down to a great day of baseball with the Orioles facing the Red Sox.

View from the "Green Monster"

Harry is at the field, the game follows soon

Shaw Bay Music and Mayhem, Sept. 5-7, 2014

When I watched the new luxurious Beneteau 50 sailboat drop her anchor only 50 feet away from Kelly IV, with barely enough chain to reach the bottom, I knew the show wouldn't end when the music stopped.

The weekend began typically enough as Kelly IV and I raised anchor and set off for Shaw Bay, a large, well-protected anchorage that was scheduled to host the annual on-the-water concert presented by the Eastport Oyster Boys. The event was a fund-raiser for the Wye and Miles Riverkeepers and is very popular with boaters. I had heard about the event for the past couple years, but never was able to attend. We departed the day before so Kelly and I would be there before the crowd and be able to relax the day of the concert.

Bloody Point Lighthouse

The breeze was light and from the south, so on the nose for the trip from Back Creek to Bloody Point. However, our course up the Eastern Bay put the wind off our starboard quarter for a fun reach until we turned the corner to head south again briefly before steering back northeast into the Wye River and Shaw Bay. Although our sailing speed rarely topped 4 knots and mostly hovered about 3 knots, we were in no hurry with plenty of daylight left. The sailing proved to be a relaxing, quiet time as we slipped through the water with a mild gurgle and bright sunshine.

Only six other boats were in the anchorage when we set our CQR anchor and 150 feet of rode. That is about a 7:1 scope, an important number to recall.

The next morning as I was lolling about the cockpit in the morning brilliance, I stumbled on some unexpected energy. Grabbing the bucket and a cloth for scrubbing, I began cleaning the teak in the cockpit. Once the dirt was scrubbed away, then I oiled the wood for the finish you see in the photos. Kelly IV really looks great with her teak all clean and glistening.

BEFORE

AFTER

As the day wore on, boats starting arriving until it seemed the anchorage couldn't hold anymore. Later we heard that almost 90 boats were in attendance. It was midway through this inrush of anchoring vessels that our huge Beneteau neighbor showed up and dropped anchor close by. As you know, anchor scope is the ratio of the length of the anchor rode vs the height of the deck above the ground. In Kelly's case we were in 16 feet of water with the deck 4 feet higher, so with 150 feet of rode (150/20) we had roughly a 7:1 scope. Our luxurious neighbor had maybe a 2:1 scope, if that. Then another large 47 foot Beneteau rafted to the fifty footer, so two large sailboats were depending on that anchor and minimal scope.

The forecast was alerting us to the likelihood of thunderstorms later, which was the reason I both set a proper scope for Kelly IV and was concerned about the poor anchoring job my neighbor did.

Well, the concert was a rousing success, great fun, terrific music and even had some good boat humor mixed in. With the concert concluded, a few boats raised anchor and headed elsewhere for the night, but most settled back for dinner, drinks and to enjoy the night where they drifted about their own anchors. Thankfully, the 47 footer broke off the raft with his larger friend, but (it became apparent later) must have attended the same anchoring school as he dropped his hook about a hundred feet away on the other side of Kelly IV.

Of course, the storm came roaring in an hour or so later and all the boats were now bouncing in the small waves and swinging on their anchors as the powerful wind roared through the anchorage at 30 or more knots. Kelly IV danced around, but her trusty CQR never budged, confirmed by the GPS I held in my hand to make sure all was well.

Our neighboring Beneteaus had a notably different experience.

At first the 47 footer blew away to our starboard and to our good fortune, but not to the vessels downwind of her, she appeared to be under sail, her anchor merely a decoration she drug through the water. She disappeared in the spume and dark.

When we turned our gaze to the fifty footer now off our port bow, we saw a similar action as her bow was forced to her port and her anchor also proved ineffective. She was blowing sideways before the wind and her stern swept right past Kelly's port sides with inches to spare. Their dinghy was in davits, much like Kelly IV's dinghy and the two dinghies just lightly brushed each other, and thankfully no more than that.

The thirty-footer aft and to port of Kelly IV was anchored just as securely as Kelly, so she became the stopping point for the luxurious Beneteau. In fact, the larger boat formed the head of a “T” as she was driven before the wind onto the bow and anchor line of the smaller vessel. It was an ugly scene as the solo crew on the small boat worked with the husband and wife crew aboard the Beneteau to release the larger sloop from being pinned broadside onto the bow of the well-anchored cruiser.

It seemed half an hour before the two boats were disentangled and the Beneteau motored off to disappear in the murk and rain. I kept a continuous watch to be sure no others were threatening to let the storm get the better of them. Although shouting, horns and whistling wind made for a noisy evening in the dark storm, no one else within sight had any issues and their anchors held in the blustery conditions.

The storm blew through and conditions settled after about an hour, but there was still a 15 knot breeze in the morning as we raised our anchor. When the breeze has some push in it, manually raising anchor becomes a significant exercise pulling Kelly IV forward into the blustery breeze. It requires that I rush back and forth from the foredeck to the helm as I shift the engine into forward to help press into the wind, then haul the chain, then anchor as we move forward. Of course, the wind blows the bow off to one side, so the process must be repeated frequently, to steer and shift so the chain and boat don't bang into each other.

Once accomplished, we now had a very nice breeze for sailing, except it was on the nose until we reached the end of the Miles River at the head of Eastern Bay. It was there Kelly IV and I raised the reefed main and jib for a terrific sail down Eastern Bay consistently making 5.5 knots and occasionally bursts exceeding 6 and 7 knots. Sadly, the wind was again on our nose as we sailed up and across the Chesapeake, into the South River to drop the anchor in Harness Creek.

Harness Creek was selected as Kelly IV would need to stay there unattended while I made a trip to Ohio and Pennsylvania. Although friends checked on her daily, it was good to return and bring her into Back Creek where she'll stay through the US Sailboat Show. Soon after the show, we'll depart for the ICW and southern climes for the winter.

Smith Island, MD - August 19-25, 2014

Smith Island has been on my list of “must see” places ever since I heard about their famous accent many years ago. I had learned that due to the remote and independent nature of the island, the inhabitants had developed their own unique manner of speaking that is supposed to have similarities to an English accent and a Southern accent, but is truly unlike any other spoken English. At one point last year, I even found some YouTube videos to hear the local dialect.

As you can see on the chartlet, Smith Island is some distance from Annapolis, so when I first plotted a course to visit there, I planned the trip with crew in mind. With crew, it was reasonable to sail overnight, arriving at Smith Island in one day. That was last year and although we got within 10nm of Smith Island, we never made it (See Overnight Passage, May 27-28, 2013). For this trip, I was sailing alone and prefer not to sail through the night, as I have trouble staying awake and alert. Unlike the Gulf of St. Lawrence in 2011 (Richibucto, NB), the Chesapeake Bay has a LOT of boat and freighter traffic, so heaving to and napping is not an option. My plan to make the solo sail to Smith Island had to include an overnight stop so I could rest.

Since I couldn't depart Back Creek until midday, I set a course for the Rhode River. It allowed me to begin the trip without delaying any longer, but the sail to the anchorage there is short, only about 12nm. The breeze was favorable, but light so I set the sails and shut off the motor. It was a gentle, leisurely sail, but I had hopes of actually sailing into the anchorage, not needing the engine, except to set the anchor. As it turned out, the wind was just too minimal to sail all the way into the anchorage, so about half a mile shy, I started the engine and set the hook.

That evening, I checked the charts, guidebooks and my plotted course so I'd be ready for the trip to Solomons, my next stop before Smith Island. As I examined the details, it dawned on me that the distance between Back Creek and Solomons, was only a couple miles further than from the Rhode River anchorage to Solomons. Although I had sailed 12nm, I would only reduce the distance to Solomons by 2nm! I took this lesson to heart and when I returned a few days later, I traveled directly from Solomons to Annapolis, a 46nm course.

The next day, August 20, was gorgeous, but typically Chesapeake, as the wind was less than 5 knots until after 2pm. Although the breeze finally attained sailing power, I was already in Solomons and the 12 knot air merely helped set the anchor. 

The 21st was nearly a duplicate of the 20th, so I enjoyed motoring into Smith Island. The channel from the bay is said to be a bit tricky, but it is well marked and I merely slowed down as the depth near Red mark “2A” dropped to 7 feet at high tide, 6 feet at low. There is a notable current in the channel, especially as we approached the docks in Ewell, the very small town that is still the largest on Smith Island.

There were a number of working waterman plying their workboats up and down the channel, which felt like a watery main street with the shops, fuel station, restaurant, tiny marina and homes facing the water instead of the street behind them. When the depth shoaled to 6 feet, I turned Kelly around and headed back to Ruke's Dock, the only spot in town with depth to accommodate Kelly IV's 5 feet draft. Later, when walking through the small town, I took a long stick and checked the depth in the 6-slip marina and found that there was only about 4 feet of water.

I was planning to eat at the restaurant, and walked there about 6pm. It was closed! I walked to the other restaurant (only two are on the island) a block away and found they were closed as well. As I walked through the town, I discovered that everything closes when the last tour boat departs at 4pm. People were out and about, visiting with each other and walking or boating, so it wasn't like no one was about, they just didn't bother to keep the tourist places open once the tour boats are gone.

Mother and baby bat aboard Kelly IV's dodger

Soon after sunset I noticed some uninvited guests sleeping on top of the dodger!  Almost immediately after taking this photo, the two bats flew away.

Crane in the shallows across from "Downtown" Ewell

The next day I ran the entire length of the island, visiting the only other town, Rhodes Point. The road between the two towns is the only road on Smith Island and runs less than two miles long. There is a small boatyard at the end of the road in Rhodes Point which still builds and repairs many of the boats used on the island by the locals.

I made a point of eating at the restaurant for lunch so I'd be certain to try the Smith Island crab cake and their famous Smith Island Cake for dessert. The crab cake was delicious, but similar to other crab cakes I've had around the bay. I suspect the crabmeat is fresher on Smith Island as the restaurant is across from the small, shallow marina that houses most of the local workboats.

The Smith Island Cake is tasty and unique in the design consisting of 8 – 10 very thin layers of cake with icing between each layer and covering the outside of the cake. For someone like me who enjoys lots of icing, this cake is great!

I visited the small museum & visitor center to learn more about the island and its people, but attempting to reprovision at the two small shops was more fun, as I chatted with the local folks and even sat and enjoyed their conversation for almost an hour. I say “attempted” to buy provisions, as neither shop had much selection, mostly canned goods and very little inventory. The proprietors were very friendly, but apologetic that they didn't have but a couple items I was looking for. And I admit I didn't expect much given the rural nature of the island. I chose to go shopping there for the experience and conversation, not the goods. And the venture was successful!

After two nights, one full day, I departed Smith Island at low tide in a nice 15 knot breeze.  I was excited to be sailing again! As the sun rose, the wind gradually diminished, but Kelly IV and I sailed with full main and genoa four hours before the breeze dropped below 6 knots and our Speed Over Ground (SOG) fell under 3 knots.

The forecast for August 24^th was 10-20 knots from the northeast, which meant good sailing, but not for me, when Kelly IV and I had to sail due north. With any northerly breeze we'd be tacking back and forth, increasing our 46nm trip to something more like 70nm. That would mean a v-e-r-y long day or motoring into 2-3 foot waves which would slow us down and burn more fuel. So given the forecast for much lighter air for the 25^th, I spent the day in port, walked about Solomons and reprovisioned at the nearby supermarket.

The next day kept to the forecast with a light 5 knots out of the northeast. Kelly IV could make use of the breeze, as we motorsailed almost four hours before a windshift eliminated the benefit of having the main set. The balance of the day was spent motoring back to Annapolis.

Murph's Women, August 7-8, 2014

Unbelievable, I know, but I actually had women aboard Kelly IV that were not brought by another man.

It is actually wrong to say they were anyone's women, certainly not mine, as these are four very independent minded ladies who make their own decisions and do their own thing. It was merely my good luck that they decided to make sailing to St. Michaels aboard Kelly IV one of their “things.”

Kim and her three daughters, Paige, Taylor and Mallory met me Thursday morning in Annapolis to make an early departure for St. Michaels.

Taylor and Mallory and Paige

What a day! We raised sails immediately upon departing Back Creek. The 12 to 15 knot northwesterly was perfect for a port broad reach to Tolly Point. From there we merely eased sheets to reach toward Bloody Point, then trimmed for close hauled up the Eastern Bay. The breeze seemed to shift somewhat to the north, heading Kelly IV, but we still cleared Tilghman Point, just barely. Then we eased sheets again to run and reach our way up the Miles River, all the way to St. Michaels.

Miles River reach

Yes, we sailed the entire way! We were rarely below 5 knots of boat speed and Kelly IV often saw 6+ knots! What a grand say of sailing! Truly the best sailing this season and what an introduction of sailing to Kim's daughters as they had not sailed before.

Thanks to the fine breeze and early start, we were anchored by 3pm and shopping by 3:30pm. Wow can these ladies shop! They did themselves proud and left me bushed, just following them from store to boutique to shop. We enjoyed a fun dinner at the Crab Claw and returned to Kelly IV in time for sunset photos from deck.

CaptMurph and Kim

Taylor, Mallory and Paige with their Mom

While the next day proved beautiful and sunny, it was also a typical Chesapeake day, that is with little or no wind. We had a lazy day motoring back to Annapolis and even stopped to anchor and swim off Chesapeake Harbor for an hour.

Paige and Kim, Chesapeake Bay swimming

Once cooled off, we returned to Back Creek and the impressive crew of beautiful women departed from Kelly IV. It was grand to enjoy their company and thrilling to share such a great day of sailing with them.

Keith's Women, August 2-6, 2014

When Keith signed up for his annual cruise with his best girl, Stephanie, he also asked if they could bring Stephanie's daughters. Not one to refuse having pretty ladies aboard Kelly IV, I readily agreed. As it turned out, they are wonderful young women, both actively embarking on terrific directions for themselves and their futures.

Alex was living in Maryland at the time, but working, so she only had the weekend to spend. Stephanie and Keith brought Alex with them to Back Creek and we took off for a local day sail. Unfortunately, there was no wind to sail so we merely explored Spa Creek from Kelly IV and set the anchor to enjoy an evening in town.

The next morning found us dinghying back into town so Alex, Stephanie & Keith could enjoy breakfast and the Pledge of Allegiance at Chick & Ruth's while I did a morning run through town. I've discovered that if I exercise and eat less, I lose weight! At some point I'll share this secret with the world. But for now, I'll merely struggle to keep doing it.

Following a fruity lunch aboard, we motored our return to Back Creek so Alex could remain employed and so Keith and Stephanie could retrieve Abbey from the bus station in the morning.

Abbey joins the crew

Our new crew dances!

Monday morning found the new crew eager and ready to sail to St. Michael's, so Kelly IV gathered them aboard and off we went. Light winds of 5 knots and less forced us to rely on the engine, but as we rounded Bloody Point the breeze was now from the northeast which enabled us to tack leisurely up Eastern Bay for an hour. By that time it was clear that we'd never make St. Michael's before dark, so the engine was enlisted again.

Keith steers by Bloody Point

Arrival in St. Michael's was late enough that several shops were closed, so we merely wandered downtown making plans for shops to visit in the morning. The next morning we found many shops open and the girls did their shopping with gusto.

Pride of Baltimore II under full sail

Another light air day meant motoring from St. Michael's but as we turned north from Bloody Point we saw two tall ships, one with full sail trying to make the most of the small breeze. As Keith steered us closer we discovered ourselves in the presence of the Pride of Baltimore II, a grand sailing ship that Keith and I had also seen on Lake Erie when she visited the Niagara for a mock battle on Presque Isle Bay.

Keith and Stephanie as Kelly IV passes Thomas Point

We raised sail ourselves and sailed the two miles from Thomas Point to Tolly Point, but again the breeze was too minimal to continue for any more time. Dropping anchor in Back Creek, the week with Keith's women ended. A fun time and I got to meet the wonderful ladies that Keith spends so much of his time with.