January 5,
2007
Sovereign of the Seas
Let’s
see…what have we forgotten? We made a list a year ago, of projects and
purchases that seemed important in preparation for our departure on January 18
of this year. Buy and install the new autopilot. Check. Buy and install the
water maker. Check. Find and test a mail forwarder. Check. Get SCUBA
certified. Check. Take all of the classes we could at the Power Squadron –
Boating, Seamanship, Engine Maintenance, Piloting, Advanced Piloting. Check.
Even
though we’ve made steady progress on the big things, with only two weeks left
before the first leg of our long journey home to Seattle, the list just seems to
get longer. Get vaccinated against all sorts of nasty mosquito-borne illnesses.
Take the HAM license exam. Get health certificates for the cats. Put together
a ditch kit. Create a stowage plan and provision. Clean out the lazarette.
Buy enough Velcro to stick everything down in case of rough seas. Oh, yeah --
buy seasick medication. I’m about to have an ulcer just worrying about what
hasn’t made the list yet.
So how
did we end up here?
It
started with a crazy idea on New Year’s Day 2004. As part of our New Year’s
resolution process, we pondered how to make the best of life for the limited
time we were in South Florida. We started by asking, “What would be the most
outrageous way we could think of to get home to Seattle?” By boat, of
course--our own boat! We brainstormed the type of boat that would make the
journey safely, comfortably and economically and settled on a trawler. We
arrived at a dollar figure that was a stretch, but within reach.
The
next question became: “What do we need to know, to do, and to have to make that
crazy idea happen?” We spent that New Year’s Day like little kids, creating a
plan with poster board, magic markers, post-it notes and magazine pictures. We
put together three years’ worth of posters, with lists and target dates for each
achievement, including the drop-dead date to buy the boat, and ending with a
target departure date. We hung those childlike posters on our bedroom wall, so
we could seem them first thing each morning and last thing each night.
Then we
went to work. Ole was on yachts.com every night. I browsed bookstores. We
attended boat shows from Palm Beach to Miami. And before we knew it, six months
earlier than we planned, we got Emma Jo, our 1988 DeFever 49
raised pilothouse trawler. Then the list got serious. Fiberglass and teak
repair; new carpets, drapes and furniture; all new electronics; canvas; Awlgrip;
and lots and lots of sweat equity.
At
times it seemed that we’d never get everything done – each purchase and repair
revealing yet another unexpected project or expense. BOAT: Break Out Another
Thousand!
A
shakedown cruise over to Bimini added even more items to the list, including
procedures we hadn’t thought of and didn’t know we needed, as well as equipment
it was just plain stupid not to have.
One
piece of advice we found helpful was to separate the items on our list into
three categories: Safety (training and equipment), Administrative
(communication, banking, etc.) and Convenience (want to do, nice to have).
Using this system we prioritized and began hammering away at our list, adding,
subtracting, and reprioritizing as necessary. Gradually, the dream began to
materialize.
A salty
English sailor from our marina gave us the best advice of all – the last item on
the list should be: “Destroy this list and cast off.”
By the
time you are reading this, we will have taken Trevor’s advice, thrown away the
list, and made it from Fort Lauderdale to Miami to Key West to Isla Mujeres and
Belize, and learned a lot along the way—about our boat, about each other, and
about lists.
We’ll
keep you posted about our progress periodically, as wi-fi allows. If you want
to e-mail us, and are willing to wait a few days for an answer, please use "pedersens
at emmajo dot net."
January 19, 2007
2:00 a.m.
Riverview Marina
Fort Lauderdale, Florida
Two weeks, 58 to-dos, and several boat
units later, we are almost ready to go. It’s 1:35 a.m. on
Friday, January 19, 2007, and I have just finished a
thorough housecleaning while Ole is in the engine room
changing the oil in the generator and the Lehmans. We have
been at it since 7:30 a.m.
While the doing has been fairly
straightforward, the getting ready to leave has been a bit
complicated, mostly by the emotions of transforming
relationships from “present” to “absent.”
Both Ole and I are rather linear, in
that if we have a task to do, we put our nose on the line
and follow it, often to the detriment of anyone or anything
that gets in the way. And this week, what has “gotten in
the way” have been our friends and neighbors phoning or
stopping by just to chat, usually right in the middle of
some straight-line project or other.
At first, I found it mildly irritating
– after all, aren’t these people aware of all the stuff we
have to do? But after the third visit in the same day from
one of our dock buddies, it finally dawned on me – we are
loved and we will be missed. In the past couple of days in
particular, I found myself stopping on purpose -- to chat,
share a cup of coffee or a glass of wine, or to just “be”
for a few minutes, savoring the feeling of community, and
knowing that the tasks would still be there when the
conversation ended.
The world is moving on. Maggie is
going in for back surgery tomorrow morning. Trevor left
today to deliver a work boat back to the Caymans, his former
home. Gin is leaving the area for Key West on Sunday,
looking at a change of career. Frank has gone back to
school. Terry has been diagnosed with terminal cancer and
will be going home to Arkansas this weekend to allow his
mother to care for him. Amy and Ryan are selling the
sailboat – Amy is pregnant and looking forward to the
cottage with the white picket fence. Ed has quit drinking.
Kim and Brendan are looking forward to the last child
finishing high school when they can cast off the lines.
Chris is still searching for "the one."
But even more profound is that the
relationships will still be there, once the task list is
complete and we have moved on.
11:00 a.m.
Leaving Riverview Marina
The "goodbye committee," though
small, was lovely. Michael, Spiff and Gin, plus
Mabeline and Mugsy, were there to help us push off.
The last cruise down the river
was beautiful -- a day in the low 80s with sparkling sun and
light wind.
The last passage through the 11th Avenue
Swing Bridge, followed by the bends in the North Fork of
the New River -- although it's not for the weak in
spirit, bigger boats than us have come and gone.
We cruised south toward Miami,
arriving at Miami Beach Marina at 3:30 in the afternoon,
only to find that their actual moorage rates were 25% higher
than those advertised on the web. Can't wait for the
picture of Miami in the rear view mirror! Although the
going away party at Monty's is scheduled for this evening,
we'll write about it tomorrow!
January 20, 2007
Miami, Florida
Sanely awake this morning, sans
hangover, although when we rolled back to the boat from
Monty's at about 10:30 last night, we sat down, thought 2 or
3 thoughts, then went to bed. We were asleep before
our heads hit the pillow!
There was nice turnout at Monty's last
night to wish us well -- (Click on the pictures to enlarge
them).

There was a contingent from Riverview Marina -- aboard
Chris' "South Forty" were Kim, Brendan, Debbie, and
Chris; and Frank and Leslie (Maggie's kids) drove down
from Ft. Lauderdale.
Lots of folks from Royal
Caribbean came as well -- and as far as we know, many stayed
well beyond our bedtime!

Almost the entire complement of Lera Consulting showed up -- Martha and
Abel; Michael and Magda.
Here are some miscellaneous
shots of folks enjoying themselves:

We have been working so hard
these last two weeks that an early night was called for.
But we loved that so many friends came to wish us well! This morning we had planned to
fuel -- contacted the fuel barge early last week and made an
appointment for this morning just off Bayside -- but got a
call saying their driver had "called in sick." Let's
see ... the barge would have charged us $2.14 for
diesel...Miami Beach Marina wanted $2.97 for the same
diesel... at 800 gallons, that was Svein Taklo to the
rescue! Found a marina a couple of hours back up the
ICW and diesel at a reasonable $2.34 (!). Since I had
some Barnes & Nobel gift cards burning a hole in my wallet,
and hadn't had a minute to stock up the library before we
left, I begged off the fueling trip, borrowed a Mercedes,
and went bargain book shopping in Coral Gables. What a
guilty pleasure!
Because we had agreed to be
available for visitors this afternoon, we tied up at Bayside
for a couple of hours, and entertained Susan and Terje for a
couple of hours. Their visit was interrupted by the
world's fastest business meeting -- Martha leaping onto the
boat with a ream and a half of paper, then leaping off
again. Seemed like a total waste of Margaritas to me,
but I guess she had plans.
After visiting hours, we decided
to save ourselves a few cruising dollars and anchor off Star
Island for the night. Tomorrow is the BIG DAY!
January 26, 2007
Safe Harbor Marina
Key West, Florida
So, how did we end up here after a week? Why aren't we
in Mexico somewhere?
It all started at noon on Sunday,
January 21. With a fresh 15-20 knot wind from the east
northeast, we set out from Bayside, with all crew aboard,
excitement and anticipation driving us up to the flybridge
to celebrate Miami in the rear view mirror. The cats,
less excited and anticipatory, were driven to their usual
cruising location.
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Departure
crew, from left: Lise Billing, Ole, Svein
Taklo, Jan |
Miami
in the rear view mirror, Sunday, January 21, 2007. |
Cats
in their "excited to be cruising" mode. |
It was beautiful -- sunny, about 80 degrees, plenty of boats
out and about. We left via Biscayne Bay and
Stiltsville escorted for a short while by a dolphin, heading
for Hawk Channel and our first stop, Key West. Exiting
Biscayne Bay was rather exciting, with seas at 4-6 ft and
the wind freshening as we entered open ocean, making for
interesting hand steering. Once we got the autopilot
sorted out and put ourselves on our plotted course, we took
the seas on our port beam for several hours. Word to
the wise -- seasick prevention starts at the dock -- not
when you are already feeling woozy. God bless Lise for
stocking the abundance of ginger remedies, from home-made
biscotti, to tea, to non-drowsy Dramamine.On auto,
the boat handled well. For the first time since we
have owned her, Emma Jo had full fuel tanks (800 gallons)
and water tanks (200 gallons), so the rolling was slower and
less snappy. With a short slacking of the wind in the
late afternoon, those of us off watch tried to nap, but as
our course turned more westerly, the rolling increased.
We figure by about 3 a.m. we were surfing the 6- to
8-footers coming in from our stern quarter and taking rolls
of up to 25 degrees. Out in the deeper water south of
Hawk Channel, we saw at least four cruise ships lined up,
making for Key West and Cozumel. Last time we were
through Hawk Channel, in August of 2005, we played
"minesweeper" with hundreds of crab pots, and hoped that
this time there would be fewer. There wasn't much we
could do about it anyway, as it was pitch dark and hand
steering was a struggle.
At about 5:30 a.m., we pulled into an anchorage in the
channel between Key West and Wisteria Island, on the advice
of the pilot boat that was on its way to pick up Jewell of
the Seas. Once we picked our spot, things started to
go off kilter. First, the starboard engine died any
time Ole tried to put it into gear, and the wind and current
kept trying to sweep us into one of the several sailboats in
the anchorage. Then, the anchor chain wouldn't pay
out. I guess rolling back and forth 20 to 25 degrees
for 16 hours might have had some impact on the chain in the
locker. After several attempts and quite a bit of
swearing in Norwegian, we finally dropped anchor, cut the
engines, and decided to sleep a bit before trying to figure
out what was up with the engine. After a 2-hour nap for everyone, over coffee, we thought it
best to send Svein down with a mask and snorkel to check on
the status of the starboard propeller, thinking that maybe
the problems with maneuvering had to do with one of the
aforementioned crab pots. Sure enough, Svein came up
with a wad of 1/2 inch polypropylene line that had wound its
way around the starboard shaft. Aha, we thought.
That must have put a strain on the transmission. (Good
that both Ole and Svein are marine engineers...) So
they went down into the engine room, tried to manhandle the
starboard transmission, and found that it was frozen, stuck,
dead. After more Norwegian swearing, and several
telephone calls, Ole located an authorized repair shop for
American Diesel, who confirmed the news was worse than we
thought: not only is the starboard transmission
frozen, stuck, dead -- it has been out of production for 10
years and parts are scarce and expensive.
A business
meeting over mojitos (thanks again, Lise) concluded with the
decision to replace both 20-year-old transmissions with new
ones, for peace of mind. When the marina assigned us a
slip for the night, it was fitting that the name of the boat
usually moored there was "Only Money."
We had filet mignon and champagne, scheduled
originally for our arrival in Mexico, at the dock at
Oceanside Marina. What the heck -- we're cruising.
And it's only money. The next morning, while Svein was helpfully rigging the
fishing gear, we met our next-door neighbor, Chuck -- a
charter boat fisherman who couldn't resist offering advice.
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Svein
celebrating our arrival into Key West. |
Ballyhoo
rigging lessons from Chuck next door at Oceanside. |
On Tuesday evening, January 23, Svein and Lise went back to
Miami. We moved Emma Jo to the Safe Harbor Marina on
Stock Island, until the new transmissions comes in --
probably a week or two. Philosophically, it's not so
bad. We now have the time to fine-tune our stowage,
refresh our memory about how the autopilot and chart plotter
work, figure out how to send email via ssb radio, and get
the hang of "work a little -- play a little" that is the
cruising life.
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