Wednesday, December 25, 2019

12.25.19 Christmas on S Bimini

At last, relaxed feet

December 25, 2019.    Those feet are Dietrich's.  He is sprawled among the flat rocks as the tide ebbs on a Bimini beach.   We departed No Name Harbor (Biscayne Bay, Florida) at 4:00 am December 6th, headed east to The Bahamas.  We turned back by 6:30 am due to winds that far exceeded predictions and a most uncomfortable ride.  We tried again at midnight in the company of Marc and Annie on Cramina II from Quebec.  It was a 9 hour ride to S. Bimini Island under a nearly full moon.  The sky over the Atlantic was filled with stars on a bright, navy background.  We dodged a few cruise ships (bright, floating villages), counted 6 more farther away and avoided a few freighters. It was a busy night.


A lonely brown pelican

Pre FL departure discussions with friends

Canadian boat Cramina II on our tail in the Gulf Stream with a setting moon

The sun also rises, over Bimini

We motored into the Bimini channel by late morning.  Checking in with customs went well!

The Bimini fire truck

A classic Bahamanian produce aisle

Life at the pool!
There is no water in that pool but the view is top notch!



















Unsettled weather has brought driving rains,
30 - 35 knot gusting winds and viciously biting No-See-Ums, hot, sparkling sunny days, hikes on gorgeous beaches, biking on sand roads, wild dinghy rides, riding kayaks over crashing waves, lobster dinners and great company. Also, after more than 30 married years, Dietrich has taken up baking.  He has made three batches of brownies!   S. Bimini is quiet, has a small, one-woman restaurant (everything fried), a tiny convenience store, an airport, and a marina under new management and repair.  The bar, Brews and Screws, used to share space with a hardware store.  The hardware disappeared but the name remains...


Always time your dinghy trips across the flats with a fuller tide
We dinghy or ferry to N. Bimini Island for a slightly better selection of groceries ($4.00 for 16 oz. boxed milk  $$$$$) while competing on foot with chaotic traffic on narrow roads not designed for vehicles larger than golf carts.  Technically, Bahamians drive on the left.  We have learned to avoid assumptions, and are gradually learning to look both ways before stepping into the road.


Bikes and beaches

The Bimini Biological Research Station specializes in the study of sharks and has been here since the 1960s.  There are nine varieties of sharks documented around these islands.   Our tour was excellent! Bull sharks hover outside the channel but will magically materialize in the marina if anyone uses one of the fish cleaning stations.  Dietrich's snorkel and fin swims to check the zincs (sacrificial metal to keep the prop from corroding) have been speedy!   The nurse sharks are relatively gentle and rarely cause concern for swimmers.  We see them every day along the clear, rocky shore near our boat.


A baby lemon shark at the Shark Lab

Look ma, no teeth
Nurse shark cruising the marine

Bimini Road off North Bimini

Friend Jesse cruising for lobster
We had a holiday gathering last night at the marina bar.  Although staff had gone home, the manager kindly opened the building and provided a security guard (possibly to keep us out of the stash!) who added to the fun.   Dietrich found that happy cruisers make great photo subjects.  The people you see below have been our company for about three weeks.  They are from Brazil, Australia, Tasmania, France, Germany, Netherlands, Switzerland, British Columbia, Quebec, California, Oregon, Minnesota, Suttons Bay and Traverse City, Michigan.  Dietrich speaks German, but neither of us speaks French, most people spoke some English.  The food was wonderful!


Xmas 2019 at Bimin Sands                                                                                      


The Dolphin House is located on N. Bimini and has been Ashley Saunders' work for decades.  He gives an informed, highly rehearsed, wonderfully quirky tour of the building that is encrusted with recycled items from the islands' resorts and natural landscape.  It was worth the time and $16.00.  Kimberly Bindschatel, a Traverse City author, referenced Mr. Saunders in one of her novels.


Ashley Saunders, Dolphin House




Dolphin House with Hemingway's rods


Dolphin House


Dolphin House

Dolphin House

view from Dolphin House

Since mid August, we have been in touch with Suttons Bay, Michigan friends, Sue and Pete Stott.  They have been heading south along our general path, but they departed nearly a month later.   They are on Salsa, a 44' Huckins Yacht, so they  caught up last week!  They are docked about a mile away so we have enjoyed their company during several beach walks, meals and last night's cruiser party.  We will join them tonight for Christmas dinner.  We bought Rock lobster from Brown, a Bahamian neighbor who has the magic touch for finding them.  Pete is a whiz at grilling them to tender perfection.    As weather calms, we will wander toward other islands and south.  We expect to see many of these S. Bimini cruising pals in the next few months.    Merry holidays to everyone!  We hope 2020 begins with new insights and good health,  Annie and Dietrich on Calliope






Wednesday, December 4, 2019








November 2019     Near Cumberland Island, Georgia In the hazy distance a fine-boned sculpture began to take shape.   It was a Degaussing Range.  Submarines pass through them to be demagnetized, making them less detectable.    Incongruous technology popped out of the otherwise wild, unpopulated surroundings. 


Degaussing Facility, King's Bay USN
Vero Beach Mooring field, Calliope up front

Several miles after a rough inlet crossing we bucked into Florida’s waters with opposing wind and tidal currents.   Two of three marinas in Fernandina Beach were still closed for major repairs and wrecked boats were scattered along the shores.  Hurricane Florence (Fall, 2018) left the area in a tangle.  St. Augustine was a cold, gusty, wet stop on a mooring.  It was a good time to catch up on paperwork, but everything in the cabin felt damp and sticky with salt air.   A cool, sunny day gave us a chance to enjoy the historic city, especially the architecture and the old Spanish fort, Castillo San Marco.   We were happy to find the Irish Sail Lady still in business! She repaired a problem with our cockpit enclosure, doing the same expert work we remembered when we met her in 2008. 



Near Shellbluff Creek, GA

Across from Home sound, a short walk

Near Hobe Sound

Vero Beach city street


As backpackers and sailors, we have a long history of casual bird watching. Water birds have always entertained us, but pelicans have displayed the best sense of showmanship.   They fly fast, skim the surface, loop high, then dive beak first, slamming into the water.  We watched seven of them crash-dive, one after the other, water exploding in the sunlight, their pouches filling with goodies.   At rest, in the water or perched along the walls at bridges, their long beaks are tucked neatly, they are smiling and distinguished. 



Great Egret

Great Egret balancing


A rowdy bunch

Lately, Calliope awakes in the dead of night for a tune up.   At varying levels, lines and shrouds buzz, beat, hum, zing and squeak.   Anchor lines chime in if the currents are right.  No amount of tinkering has stopped the performance.   We have a contemporary string quartet on board!

The ICW (Intra Coastal Waterway) is generally well marked and dredged, but narrow.   Boats passing each other must take care to stay in boundaries, then adjust speed to avoid big wakes and being run aground.  Most of the time, we have friendly radio communication with power boaters coming from behind.  The captain calls, “Calliope, we will pass to port if that works for you.”  We reply, “Thanks, we will cut speed,” That gives the passing boat an opportunity for a slow pass with a manageable wake.  There is usually waving from everyone (especially if there are children on board) and our response, “Thanks for the slow pass, have a good trip.”   Large boats coming from the other direction usually slow down before they pass, accompanied by more waving.  It is a safe, friendly procedure.  However, we are beginning to encounter less interest in safety or civility.   Boats come forward at full speed throwing huge wakes that slam us in all directions.  We try to steer into them but at the risk of being thrown out of the dredged path.   Recently, a boat chose to pass at full speed between Calliope and a small fishing boat.  Dietrich managed to keep us under control but we were well past the waterman before we could check his safety.  The fast boat’s captain leaned out as he passed, raised an arm and hollered, “What’s your problem?”   Thankfully, his attitude is in the minority on this watery ribbon, but it is troubling. 


Night Heron, Vero Beach

Late on November 27th, we anchored on Lake Worth near West Palm Beach. Dave and Tammy Hollis (Traverse City friends and sailors who live south half the year) hosted us for the next four days, providing a real bed, hot showers with fat towels, laundry facilities that did not require quarters, their loving dog, Oakley, fabulous food adventures and wonderful company.   Dave found a sailing club where our dinghy could be safe and loaned a car for major provisioning forays.  I explored every display at Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s!  Thanksgiving Day began with a table surrounded by eight neighbors and friends.   Dave and Tammy presented a beautiful brunch.   Later, we visited another neighbor’s home where we shared the table with eleven people from Texas, Colorado, Michigan and New York.  It was another fine feast representing some of the holiday traditions from each of our families, as well as great respect and talent for food well prepared.  We were warmly welcomed and enjoyed every minute (and morsel!).  



Oakley Hollis in repose


After hours of stashing provisions for the Bahamas (and cataloging locations) we headed south on December 2nd.   Dietrich negotiated fifteen lift bridges over thirty miles in eight hours.  Some opened on request, most opened on schedules.  We had radio contact with the bridge tenders as we entered and departed each location.  We had to wait for all but one opening, idling, circling and staying clear of other boats in line.  I wrote holiday notes all day, popping on deck to provide breaks and food for the captain.  We gawked at spectacular landscaping, homes and storm damage lining the canal.   Anchoring was near Pompano Beach, in the Hillsboro Inlet. It was much closer to the open ocean than I anticipated!  We had modest wakes and grumbling from the anchor chain throughout the night, but woke to a clear sunrise to begin the off shore sail to Miami.   I do mean sail!  We had not had the main sail up since time on the Chesapeake Bay.  It was freeing and lively, a good change.


Hillsboro Inlet Lighthouse
Kennedy Space Center, a controlled brush fire

A car carrier error




Tonight, December 3rd, we are anchored near the Venetian Causeway in South Miami Beach.  The city skyline is a mix of quirky shapes and colors, architecture that sparks our imaginations.  We hope to spend at least a full day running last-chance-before-the-Bahamas errands, eating great Cuban food and walking the Art Deco neighborhoods.   We will determine when and where to cross over the Gulf Steam as weather conditions allow.  We are rooting for soon.    May your holidays be dandy!  


South Miami Beach Deco on Ocean Dr
South Miami Beach Deco on Ocean Dr
Miami sunset from the cockpit
Miami sunset after glow



Monday, November 11, 2019

November 11, 2019 Crescent River, GA

During late October Wrightsville Beach, NC provided good anchorage, free dinghy docks, showers at beach accesses and miles of Atlantic beach roaming.   Fishing piers were appealing but that wooden structure at Surf City is still in first place.   Later, in Calabash Creek, big shrimp boats rumbled close by into the night.   In Prince Creek, off the Waccamaw River, SC, our spot was deep and quiet.   Georgetown, SC, was a good spot for meeting other cruisers, ice cream and walking in the historic neighborhoods.   




Sun City, NC from the pier

Sun City, NC from the pier
Surf City Pier 

yet another sunset

 another sunset

the rock Pile, a blasted path through a granite slab that is many miles long and wishes to tear your boat asunder

a swing bridge

ICW water color

Prince Creek off the Waccamaw River in SC

Prince Creek off the Waccamaw River in SC

our anchorage in Prince Creek off the Waccamaw River in SC


the school bus on the Waccamaw River SC

Georgetown SC at sunset

the Georgetown SC anchorage can be crowded, but has a solid bottom with good holding






the Ben Swayer Bridge north of Charleston SC


Finally, Charleston’s Ashley River Marina appeared!  We enjoyed five days of touring that beautiful city and visiting with friends.  Dietrich’s sister, Nellie, drove from Michigan to experience on board life for seven days.  It was a lively and welcome change of routine!  We visited my high school friend, Floy, met her daughter, Tess, and admired their screened porch overlooking the wild marsh of Johns Is. The art galleries in Charleston were refreshingly varied and full of talented work.   We had no bad food in that city!  Hushpuppies, cheesy grits, juicy fresh shrimp, BBQ delights and quirky venues were all on the menu.  (One Broad for Halloween breakfast, La Farfatelle, Poogan’s Porch and S.N.O.B. for late lunches and dinners, and the cheese monger, goat. sheep. cow.)





One Broad, a cafe with humor










Ashley Marina piling growth





Dietrich with Nellie











if you do not have room for six outboards

a meeting on samadhi

Mike and daughter Maggie Sutherland




 Traverse City residents, Mike Sutherland and Johnny Vegas, traveled with us for the next five days. (sailing vessel Samadhi, a Spindrift 43) The entertainment scale was high.  After a quiet anchorage in the S. Edisto River, we all met in Beaufort, SC.   It is another charming town with good food, friendly locals (Dietrich had a reunion with Kevin Spicer, a former colleague at Olofsson Corp. in Lansing, forty-one years ago) and walking adventures through live oak and Spanish moss laden historic neighborhoods.  We were joined there by friends of Mike’s, Tim and Ramie, on their 29’ Ranger tug, Miss Norma.   Ringo, their dog, was a bonus!  Google Miss Norma, they have quite a story.
underway with Samadhi in company
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in Beaufort, SC

Georgia grassland

Georgia grassland with birds

ICW wakes

ICW wakes


the final sunset with rising waxing moon
Three boats with Traverse City connections had a good day on the water as we traveled to Shelter Cove on Hilton Head Island.  Miss Norma and crew will live there for about five months.  Samadhi and crew will be there until sometime in December.  Our last evening with those friends, new and old, was such fun, filled with more oysters, shrimp, scallops, and Low Country fixings than we thought we could eat, along with so many stories about our lives.  Our departure was bittersweet. 

We motored back to our Broad Creek anchorage where Nellie experienced her first driving rain and twenty-eight knot winds throughout the night.  Dietrich and I spent some of that time adjusting pots under a few leaks, but later wishing we had noticed the one that soaked our bed in the V berth.   The next day in Savannah, we left Nellie with friends.  It was a fine reunion for all of us, with Ann and Fred Berry, formerly from Grand Ledge and Traverse City, Mi.   After another meal of Low Country goodies we anchored in the Herb River near Thunderbolt Marina in Savannah.  The current and winds headed in opposite directions while Calliope danced broadside over bumpy waves.  Kudos to our big Rocna anchor, 135 ‘ of 5/16” chain and 85’ of 5/8” 8-plait rope.  The Anchor Drag alarm app on the phone was comforting, as well.  A screen shot of our dancing path through the night is below.


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We wiggled south along Georgia’s ICW (Intra Coastal Waterway), through marshes following the Skidaway and Ogeechee Rivers.  We enjoyed more frequent sightings of Great Egrets, Brown Pelicans, and playful dolphins. Today, November 10th, we are anchored near Shellbluff  Creek where we bought shrimp fresh off the boat in 2008.  We are hoping for a repeat experience as soon as that dock opens tomorrow!   Now, we are in the eight to nine foot tidal range and the dinghy is ready for a sunset float through the marshes.