Saturday, April 20, 2013

The Intracoastal Waterway through Georgia and South Carolina

THE AICW

I had no idea, before we left Florida, that the AICW (Atlantic Intra-coastal Waterway) would change its' character several times as we moved north through Georgia and the Carolinas.  The Florida portion is what you would expect from Florida, mostly right along the Atlantic, separated from the ocean by a narrow strip of barrier islands, wending its' way northward through heavily populated areas in the south, the banks slowly growing more rural the further north one travels.  Once we hit St Augustine that all began to change, along with the weather.

In St Augustine we were treated to a hellacious thunderstorm, followed by unseasonably cool weather.  A few days after leaving St Augustine, we had weather into the high 30's for our night time lows, since then we have been tangling with early spring weather , for much of the waterway since St Augustine, with many of the deciduous trees on the banks either just leafing out or still bare branches.  We are racing spring as we move north, it would be nice to slow down and let early summer catch up with us, but we need to keep moving so that we can reach Canada before summer ends. (As I write this, we are anchored in a lovely little harbor on Ocracoke Island in The Outer Banks of North Carolina (just south of Kitty Hawk) waiting for a Nor'easter to blow through, with our daily high for the next two days expected in the mid-50's.  I tell you this not to complain about the weather but to let you know that if you decide to take this trip, consider taking two years instead of only one, that will give you time to slow down and smell the coffee).

As the weather was changing, so was the AICW.  As we moved from northern Florida into Georgia several things happened simultaneously; we went totally rural, the banks almost totally in a natural state instead of covered with expensive housing, the waterway rapidly transformed itself from a easy to navigate canal to a labyrinth of rivers, rife with tidal currents, punctuated with man-made cuts every few miles, these man-made cuts acting as connecting links between the rivers, and the tide became a major player in our day-to-day decision-making. Plus the foliage on the banks changed from trees to marsh grass in Georgia and lower SC, then slowly back to trees as we moved further north into SC.  Marsh grass does not offer much protection against the wind, so we much appreciated the return of the larger trees, which help block the wind and make an anchorage much more serene.

In Florida the tidal range was at most two feet, so there was no noticeable tidal current, but in Georgia the spring tides were up to nine feet (the spring tides are noted for their "extra" range- the moon's cycle causes the spring tides to be much larger than tides during the rest of the year.  It is the moon, not the sun, that has the greatest influence on our oceans' tides) and this much larger tidal range (the difference in the waters' height measured between high and low tide) caused serious currents where the incoming and outgoing tidal flow moved through narrow channels ,  We traveled many miles in these narrow river channels, so we had to keep careful track of the state of the tide, so that we could predict what the current would do to us in places where the river was narrow (often bridges are placed at the narrowest part of the waterway , so we often faced the strongest currents when going under a bridge), especially if we had to wait for a bridge to open ( we are 21 ft tall , so any bridge with less than 22 feet of clearance from the water had to open for us).  Many bridges, in an attempt to keep the motorist happy, only open on a schedule, usually every thirty minutes, if we arrived at the bridge before the scheduled opening, we had to wait.  If there was substantial current, it made our delay all that more interesting, since we had to circle in narrow channel, dodging other boats, and also correcting for the strong current.

In Georgia and South Carolina, the AICW is mainly routed through natural rivers, since all of the rivers are naturally flowing to the Atlantic Ocean (generally eastward), this means we travel upriver for a while, then through a man-made canal (usually called a "cut"), then downriver on the next river, then through another cut, then upriver..............you get the idea.  We zig-zagged our way across two states, moving from one river to another, traveling generally north and east. 

When the tide flows inland, it is called a flood tide, in the other direction it is an ebb tide.  There are two high and low tides per day, each slack tide about 6 hours apart.  If the tide was flooding, and we were headed upstream, we would have a current pushing us along with it.  We average about six knots in calm waters, in some flood currents we might enjoy an extra two knot push, giving us an overall speed of eight knots.  If, at that point, we transited one of these man-made cuts, we would then be moving downstream in another river, but since this new river would be experiencing the same flood tidal current, we would now be fighting a two knot current, our overall speed would now be four knots.  In a normal day we might move through three or four different rivers, experiencing this current switch that many times in a day, it is no wonder that we seemed to go through more gin than usual.

And this was even more challenging because of Congress, the budget mess had reduced the money available to the Army Corp of Engineers for dredging, in both Georgia and SC the dredging money is distributed to the different districts based on the commercial tonnage of shipped goods (by water), the AICW doesn't move much commercial cargo, therefore it gets very little dredging.  What this means for the boater traveling the ACW is the danger of running aground.  The AICW is SUPPOSED to have a minimum depth, at low tide, of 10 feet.  In many of the areas prone to shoaling, there are depths as little as three feet  (at low tide), so the only way to approach these areas is at mid-tide or better, with a rising tide.  That way if you do run aground, the rising tide will help float you free of the bottom.

The tidal current also makes anchoring an interesting proposition, many of the better anchorages are in small rivers and creeks, away from the main waterway to avoid the wakes from passing traffic, and since the tidal current switches direction every six hours  the boat swings 180 degrees every six hours.  Every boater assumes their anchored boat will face bow into the wind, but if the water current is stronger than the wind, the boat "faces" into the current.  It wasn't uncommon to wake up in the middle of the night and go up on deck to check the boat, and find the boat stern-to into a stiff breeze, sometimes as much as 25 knots.  This can be alarming the first few times, because it is so unnatural if you are accustomed to anchoring where there is no current, after awhile it was fun to watch the boats around us swinging on their anchors in awkward orientations and knowing our boat looked just as awkward.

We had a few highlights on the way:


We stopped in Charleston SC to visit the Yorktown WWII Naval Museum, where we not only toured the Yorktown but also had the chance to visit a WWII destroyer and sub.  Patty wanted to find the memorial to the escort carrier Gambier Bay, a ship that was sunk during the Battle of Leyte Gulf, taking her Uncle Harold Devine with it to the bottom.  We found his name on the memorial plaque.

We also stopped in Myrtle Beach SC to visit with Patty's aunt Nancy and uncle Dick.

 When we stopped in Myrtle Beach, we decided we had to stay at The Osprey Marina, just a few miles from her house, because our boat is named OSPREY.  The last ten or fifteen miles before we arrived at the marina told the story why the marina is named after the Osprey- there are so many active Osprey nests along this stretch of the AICW that we easily had 5-10 nests in sight at any given moment.  The place was crazy with Osprey, which we found delightful.

 I have another story about a different kind of Osprey flying around our trawler, which I will share with you in my next blog..........................



North Carolina wants me.


4/19/13

Currenly, we are in Ocracoke, NC.  The Outer Banks.  The Barrier Islands.  Crossing Pamlico Sound we had a glorious day.  It was warm, sunny, minimal wind, which translates to minimal "chop" and a nice ride.  We are in a harbor called Silver Lake awaiting the next break in the weather to head back to the ICW.  We have walked and rowed and explored.  I do love NC and was planning to move here when Geoff decided that he could be a married man with children! We moved to Oregon for work for Geoff. (Thanks again Tim!)

 How did I come to love NC?  My first nursing job was at UNC Medical Center.  I left Pittsburgh with my car and a few dollars and decided I wanted to live in the center of the state midway between mountains and beaches, hiking and camping. My parents gave me a cousin's phone number that I was sure I wouldn't need.  Well, living in a hotel, looking for a job and answering roommate ads in the paper (using pay phones!!!) my tough self softened and I was lonely within a week. Hooray for that cousin's phone number because that's how Doc and JoAnn entered my life and they happened to need a house sitter for a week! And so began a wonderful relationship and my love for North Carolina. Doc and JoAnn drove three hours last Sunday from Durham to see us and check out our boating life while we were docked near Surf City.  They figured they weren't boating people but were convinced once they got on the boat!!  We had a wonderful visit and seafood lunch and walked on the beach and fishing pier.  Geoff bought a NC fishing license and Doc and Geoff compared fishing and hunting notes.  What a wonderful re-connect.

So, you may think that the boating life is all easy-peasy and fun and games but you know there is still cooking and cleaning to be done (though 500 vs 2500sq ft).
The boat did conk out a few times WITHOUT warning (remember that it is a 1987 trawler)...engine maintenance.
There is this thing about zincs that I don't quite get...something about electricity, salt water and metal through the hull (see pictures).
Oh yes, and holding tank pumping... don't have to do that at home.  Geoff doesn't even gag anymore when we have to do that which is about every 5-7 days.
We had a powerful rain last night with thunder and lightening and I believe that water is leaking in through the teak decking into our bedroom!!
Geoff repaired our horn  last week (one blast if passing on your port/two blasts starboard).
Today the windshield wipers might get repaired!
Geoff having fun on his birthday!


Old Zinc.


I do love being on the water and looking at the light and wind playing on it especially at morning and night.
I do love that I am sleeping A LOT!
I do love that we decide our day by the weather.
And I do love knowing that I have wonderful people to connect with either on the boat or through the blog.  Thank you.


Saturday, April 6, 2013

Looking for Claire

Claire, Claire, Where are you?

It was a strange trip, motoring right past the eastern shoreline of Parris Island SC, literally within shouting distance of Claire and not be able to communicate with her.  Before Parris Island hove into view, I made Patty promise, that if we saw recruits on the island she WOULD NOT yell, call out Claire's name or wave.  She did promise, but thankfully we didn't see anyone you could think was a recruit, I was certain Patty was fully prepared to shatter her promise to me if she could see anyone who might be Claire.  After motoring slowly by the island, we anchored in a queit anchorage on the north shore of Parris Is, where we could hear, wafting over the gentle evening breezys, drill instructors barking commands over loudspeakers. 

From the eastern shoreline, the island looked like a pleasant place to spend a few months, the water sparkled, the trees swayed gently in the sun, the breeze bringing us pleasant scents from the island.  After we anchored, and we could look past the large trees that hid the real action going on there, we could catch glimpses of monster buildings, very official looking, that could house thousands of sweating recruits.  And then, as the sun set, and our public enemy number one came to visit ( also known locally as the sandfly, but better known by the crew of the Osprey as P.E.N.O.), the tiny, biting, blood-sucking little varmints everyone here calls gnats.( By the way, I refuse to call them gnats, the moniker "gnat" makes them sound just a little annoying but generally harmless. They are anything but). After we swatted at the devilish things, and I scratched at numerous welts, drawing blood (but it felt SO GOOD) again, a realization hit us.  Imagine spending three months in this place, the gnats always on the ready to suck your blood, standing at attention for what would seem like hours, when all you really want to do is slap those silly bugs to death. And then scratch the bite until it hurts, all the while hoping for some relief from the itching.  I would rather run all day, in the feeble hope that I could outrun those annoying things.

After we left Parris Island, we visited Beaufort, which is just a few miles north of Parris Island. We not only visited a quaint little town, we met people who told us more about the weekly graduation ceremony that takes place for each graduating boot class.  So we now better understand the importance of the  Marine Corp "culture".  The graduation ceremony is a very big deal, for the recruit, the local community, the Marine Corp, and the recruit's family.  We are very glad Claire stressed how important it will be for us to be there for her graduation ceremony, after visiting Beaufort, we now know we should be there two days ahead of the actual graduation day, so that we can participate in other, special activities given for the benefit of the visiting family members.  We have invited Patty's Aunt Yvonne, who lives only a few hours away, and who's husband was a career Marine Officer to join us..  Before his death he was always happy to talk with Claire and tell her what she could expect if she joined the Corp. We hope she can come.



Thursday, April 4, 2013

3/31/13

Just had wonderful friends Karen and Patrick for a visit...they survived!!!  Though Karen did try to dive into the engine room while Geoff was working.  What a scare!  While changing engine oil Geoff did say that it was like working on your car in the living room!!  WARNING: floor not there while Geoff is below.  Okay, so there was some wine involved!!!

Spent several days here in Savannah.  Beautiful azaleas blooming, Spanish Moss hanging and the reenactors shooting muskets.  Man, are they loud!  Suggest that everyone come see this beautiful city.  

The Intracoastal has changed from beautiful blue/green to a brown river color.  Starting to meet other people heading north to do the "Loop".  Can't believe that tomorrow we will boat right by where Claire is on her seventh week of boot camp.  Rifle/gun training these next few weeks so I am sure Claire is loving that!!  She is worried that we will sneak into the compound and totally ruin her boot camp record.  "WHO"S PARENTS ARE THESE?... FRONT AND CENTER, YOU ARE OUTTA HERE!!  Okay, we'll be good.  Looking forward to her boot camp graduation on May 10th.

Oh yeah, and for the record..it has been cold!!  Luckily, Karen and Patrick came to see us and the boat, not the expected warm Florida weather.  Lots of layers and even long johns.  They saw their breath in the morning!  Didn't want us to turn on the heater though. They are tough!!