Well, you know it has been a challenging voyage when we were looking forward to the Delaware Bay (usually the most hated body of water of the transit)! For the last 6 days we were faced with head winds, and not the light wind that is just an inconvenience but STRONG head winds. The kind of head wind that causes big swells and is VERY uncomfortable. The kind of head wind that doesn’t let anyone sleep because they are launched out of bed. The kind of head wind that we were lucky to have had dinner—thank you, Scott, for the one pot dishes. And the kind of head wind that really proves the strength of the crew. We have had a few mishaps… coffee explosion, a smashed pickle and pepperchini jar, and wet flour caking everything in the cabinet. And…a few frustrating moments where we felt like we were never going to get there, and by there we just wanted to get anywhere!
After we left Fairhaven we were really excited for an easterly forecast as we went south. We went outside the Long Island Sound so as to not be caught with the 30+ knot southwest breeze they were calling for starting a few days later. We thought that we could make some miles, actually sail and not have to contend with the SW wind for the whole NJ coast. All was well and good… we motor-sailed for a while to make some miles then day break on Wednesday we set a double reefed main, double reefed mizzen and a reefed stays’l. We were going along great; all happy to be sailing then, POP!, a burst of wind came along and popped our main upper backstay. No one got hurt and we had the sea room to run down with the waves for as long as it took. Unfortunately ‘with the waves’ meant almost backtracking for a few hours. James and Zander hopped to and jury-rigged the stay while I took the helm guiding her down wind in 8-10+ foot seas. James and Zander did a wonderful job with the fix but it meant that we were a bit timid to fully sail again. So back on the engine to make up some miles… ahhhh the sound of the engine again!!! We motorsailed for the rest of the day and night and were within spitting distance of the Delaware Bay (maybe 4 hours away straight line distance). Well those 4 hours turned into 24 hours as the SW breeze filled in and the swell picked up tremendously. We were fighting 18-20 foot swells barely making forward way. Never did we feel we were in much danger but it was uncomfortable to say the least (for a long time). We could not go straight to the Delaware Bay of course so we ran a little East of South for many many hours then set a triple reefed main and were able to make some way towards the Bay. Finally a little before midnight we entered the bay and I think it was a very welcomed relief to everyone. The boat settle down and with the SW breeze we were able to sail North West up the bay. All night we took our time just under sail (triple reefed Main, and Genoa) and did NOT turn on the engine. I think everyone got some good sleep for once!
I will say that with all the ups and downs and side to sides we did with the huge swell everyone stayed in great spirits and laughs were had by all – most of the time!! It was great to see everyone fall into their own role on the boat and saw what needed to be done. Scott and Holland were in the wheelhouse looking out, Sue and Russ holding down the galley and keeping us fed up in the wheelhouse, James and Zander making sure that everything stayed in its place so we were not jury-rigging in the middle of the night, Juliane plotting away on the chart, and Zander and myself ‘wrestled the bear’. We certainly passed off the helm when our arms needed a break as it was very physical. Yesterday certainly proved the strength of the boat and the engine but I think we are all looking forward to a shower, full meal and a full nights rest! This morning we turned on some tunes in the pilothouse and out on deck, and everyone pitched in to give Guildive a much-deserved bath before hitting the C&D canal; Zander even vacuumed out the galley cabinets (a once a decade occurrence). Guildive is now nice and clean, and cruising in the calm waters of the canal, so I think she is feeling good!!!
Its one thing to get my perspective on the scene but here is one from Sue!
Challenging? HA! Think bucking broncos, howling winds, drenching spray and bodies lurching from pillar to post!
Looking back, Tuesday was a relatively calm day. Some of us had just gotten our sea legs and considered the light chop of Monday’s seas our baptism into ocean-going travel. That seemed a fair enough assessment Wednesday morning, when the sky was relatively clear and those of us who slept overnight woke to the sound of the rest of the crew making jokes in the pilothouse. Capt. Zander was at the wheel, Capt. Kate had just gone to bed after the overnight shift. The weather was breezy and some of us newbie’s were asking whether the sea ever got any calmer.
Then all hell broke loose—but rather slowly. A light drizzle began to fall and the Guildive began to lurch a bit. Amidst the babble came a quiet question from James:
“What’s that cleat attached to?” he asked, indicating a cable that seemed a bit loose. Zander glanced in the direction of the cleat, frowned and said to Scott—“ Wake Kate up and tell her to get up here.” Just about that time, the waves began getting bigger.
Kate appeared in the hatch, took in the situation and strode [not easy to do in Crocs] to the helm and began wrestling with the wheel. She literally wrestled the wheel for the next three or four hours, as the weather worsened.
Meanwhile, Zander and James kept ducking in and out of the engine room, returning with lengths of chain and various bits of nuts and bolts. My first indication that something was wrong—other than the fact that Zander called in Kate immediately for back-up—was the fact that James and Zander asked Holland to hold a wet towel as they worked on the chain on deck, in case something sparked. The two of them knelt for quite a bit, forging a fix-it for the whatsit that had broken. [Those are my technical terms—there may be others that are more accurate].
The reassuring thing to me is, I didn’t realize what a catastrophe a broken stay might have been—Kate and Zandar remained remarkably calm and professional. I’m sure that’s why those of us in the crew who had no clue also remained calm.
Thursday dawned with a beautiful blue sky, puffed with clouds. No rain and, while it was chilly at first, it seemed there could be a nice day of—if not sailing, at least motor-sailing—ahead. As I said before, HA!
I took a seat on one of the “settees” in the pilot house and was immediately drenched with a freezing spray as the Guildive dipped into a valley between waves. I haven’t seen that much white-water—well, I’ve never seen that much white water. The waves frothed in every direction. Luckily by then, we mostly had our sea legs and were able to fortify ourselves with various types of motion-sickness drugs; better living through chemistry. There must be some famous bucking bronco ride in Texas that, on it’s highest setting, would rival the waves, but I can’t think of anything else that might compare to the experience. We took turns guessing the height of the waves. Personally, having been through Drake’s Passage twice, I can say these were not waves to sneer at. Fortunately, we didn’t have to contend with traffic as there was no one else visible. It was a heck of a ride—maybe not the adventure the Captains intended, but certainly one that gave me new insight into the travails and travels of early New World explorers.
We wrote these posts as we were transiting the nice and calm C&D Canal. All excited to be in the Chesapeake with Annapolis just a full day away. There is no sailing allowed in the Canal, not even motorsailing (our favorite) so of course we all turned on the familiar sound of the engine. After many days of listening to the engine in every sea condition all of us became very used to the usual sounds… well just after we exited the TIGHT section of the canal the engine starts loosing power! NOT NOW ENGINE! We are still following buoy to buoy with very shallow sections on either side and we have a tug and barge staring us in the face. Never do these mishaps happen in a convenience place, never. We set the genoa right away and crossed the shipping lane (really the only direction the boat would go being at the whim of the tide). Sailed across and sailed onto the hook just outside of the channel. We settled the boat knowing that we were not going to play chicken with the tug and barge then James, Holland and Zander attacked the engine. Determining that we had air in the fuel we went about fixing and getting the engine back and running. It was a good practice run in anchoring because we have settled the boat for the night in Still Pond knowing that we all needed some rest.
We are here, tied up in Annapolis… thankfully!