Since 1978 I have been fortunate to sail wooden boats. In 2006 I set out to find a Drascombe Longboat Cruiser for single-handed expedition sailing. This is the continuing story of how it came to be, our adventures, notes on the maritime world and other things I don't want to forget...


Thursday, May 28, 2020

A Favorite Place and the Wind Returns

Wednesday May 13       Day 3

I woke up to a peaceful morning. Had slept well thanks to cool temps overnight and glassy water. With little to no wind for the day we shipped anchors, cleared the creek and motored SW to the entrance to Oriental. Reaching the inner harbor we tie our boats to the quay in front of the Bean Coffeehouse. They open soon after our landing and we grabbed a couple of breakfast bevs and muffins. Steve and I had sailed in several times separately in the past trips, but the "Sailing Center of North Carolina" is always a welcoming layover. We talk with many folks interested in our boats, walk the streets, have some nice take-out meals and get interviewed by TownDock.net. Overnight on the docks.

Steve shares more here, and an earlier visit here.



Thursday May 14       Day 4

Up at 0700, later than usual. Waited for coffee and finish of interview with Allison and Keith of TownDock.net   Windless motor SE to South River. Keith had mentioned the ghosttown of Lukins on the river's east shore. He also mentioned an interesting graveyard there. As we enter the river I continued alone, Steve opts to sort out Spartina. Reaching the Lukins area I spotted the graveyard on a knoll overlooking the river and decided to leave it be. On return I find Steve napping and spend a half and hour sculling along the shore.










Opting for a Mouse Harbor anchorage, catch a nice F2 east wind and reach north somewhat retracing our run down, pass the Bay River and the bombing range. Anchor in Southward Bay of Mouse Harbor and have tuna mixed in with Tai Noodles for dinner and play guitar down below.


Sunday, May 24, 2020

Tandem

Tuesday May 12

Woke to a cold 44 degree first light, sun still below the horizon. I grabbed a breakfast bar and an apple and started retracing my entry from the night before. Reaching the far east buoy I received a 6:19 message from Steve. He was headed south, down the Pungo and east toward my area, traveling along the south shore of the Pamlico River. Being about 12 nm away I tacked north into the river, scanning the horizon for his sails. After a couple hours and a number of up-close dolphin sightings we spotted each other and I fell off to broad reach for Pamlico Point and the vast Pamlico Sound.

I kept further offshore until we came in close to slip inside the bombing range. Running downwind we passed the Bay River and continued SW into the mouth of the Neuse River. The wind had clocked around to the SW funneling down the Neuse and making for numerous short-chop tacks. As the afternoon bore on Steve opted to turn in at Whittaker Creek, just shy of Oriental, to anchor in the light. I readily agreed having been out over 12 hours. Sweet potato Chicken Rice dinner, a bit of reading and lights out.   57.8 nm in the first two days


Skirting the bombing range



Steve in his Welsford Pathfinder Spartina







Annie running downwind (photo S. Earley)



A welcome anchorage

Friday, May 22, 2020

South to the Pamlico

I have been back from North Carolina for several days and have been busy throwing pots, working in the gardens, getting design quotes for the Deltaville Maritime Museum and modifying the rigging issues that came to light during a week long trip in the Pamlico River and Sound. I am getting ready to head east to sail the Mobjack Bay for a few days, but first I'll start log entries from the NC trip.

Monday May 11, 2020

I hooked up Annie, loaded, and headed south on I95 at 0900. With the Covid 19 virus in full force I took the old portages-pottie so as not to use the rest areas. Uneventful trip arriving at Potters Marina near Bath, NC at 1330. Steve had launched in Spartina a few hours earlier and headed down the Pamlico River. I messaged him for his plan and it was either the Pungo River or on to Caffee Bay further east with south to Oriental as a later destination. I set out as the afternoon wind picked up from the NW and the temperature started to dip. Getting late I opted to head south in the ditch toward Hobucken but had too much sail up to tack back to the entrance. I then chose to reach east along the south shore. Around 1700 I tacked west inside entrance buoy to beat back into the entrance to Clark Creek. I found while looking for anchorage that Steve had messaged earlier that he had worked north up the Pungo. Oh well... had my hands full and the anchorage was inviting.



Break from the trucks on I95




Quiet anchorage and beautiful sunset

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

Wondering

As winter is reaching toward its end this year I am again contemplating my moves. We are planning a month long visit to England and Portugal to spend time with our daughter who is in grad school in London. All good... but now there is the new virus travel concern. I turned 70 this year and El is not far behind. We are both in good shape but we are trying to be prudent. Will see what the next couple of weeks bring.

Annie has been resting over the winter and is due to return to the water. If plans change that would make earlier sailing probable. The prior plan to return to the NC sounds is still a go for mid-May.

Recently made new parrel beads and their rigs for the main. They were needed but I, having waited too long to access a lathe, opted to fashion six sets of them by hand. With a chop saw, drill press and a stationary belt sander, I found that with a bit of patience the work was pretty simple. Now it is done and I'm wondering why I waited so long.







Monday, November 4, 2019

Sunrise

October 10, 2019

Cast off 0500 with lights set. Motored flashing buoys out the South River. It was our last day and I wanted to see it dawn. It turned out to be a good idea.
















Returned to Backyard Boat at Shady Side at 1100. The sun was out and I leisurely pulled out, washed off and readied for the trip back south. It was a short but memorable trip. I got to sail with Steve and Spartina, and explore the Chester River. Annie never lets me down. Thanks Annie for another great run.

14.9 miles   181.6 trip miles