Treasure Island to Charlotte Harbor

A bit of overkill???

WE departed, somewhat reluctantly, the Treasure Island Marina at around 9:30 on Sunday, the 23rd and motored south in the direction of Tampa and ultimately, Sarasota. Why the late start?? Well, these old fogies danced our legs off at the yacht club until about mid-night, Saturday night. We went there for dinner (New England lobster for $23 for me and crab cakes for Di--fabulous) and did not anticipate the excellent band that would be playing during and after dinner. It was a 2 man band--two very talented black guys who specialized in blues, R & B, and some rock. They were great. The lead guy played keyboard with his right hand and synthesizer with his left--horns, strings etc. The other guy played drums. The lead guy had an incredible voice. There were just a few people in the bar/dining room and no-one seemed to be paying atention to the band until we started clapping for each song. Finally others joined in to show appreciation. We decided to stick around and have an after dinner drink. We ended up meeting several people on boats at the marina, some members, some not--but really struck up a friendly dialog with the bartender, Joe. ( What is it with us and Joe's???) Pretty soon we couldn't sit still and were dancing. It didn't take long for the rest of the bar to join us. Some people even got up from their dining table to join in. The band quit all too soon and it wasn't 'till then that we realized how late it was. What a night---great food, great service, great company and conversation and outstanding music.

BUT--we had to leave and get going south. We're still reaching for the tropics. (My friend Dave Koplin writes that he judges whether he's in the tropics by whether or not there are coconuts and mango trees. By that standard we're not quite there yet)

The motor down the ditch to Sarasota was uneventful except for the constant view of the most gorgeous homes you've ever seen--one after the other, hundreds of them lining the beach on our starboard. We're talking minimum 10,000 square feet--back yard to a bay or the waterway, front yard to the Gulf of Mexico. Where did so many people get so much money??? I wonder if they are enjoying their life on the same relativity scale as I--if so, I can't imagine such joie de vivre. We all know that such incredible wealth does not automatically bring with it the kind of happiness we all seek --but I sure wouldn't mind putting it to the test.

WE had a nice motor sail across Tampa Bay, constantly in sight of the Skyway Bridge, back into the ditch on the south end and more mansions and some more modest but very nice dwellings on the waterway and finally a lovely sail across Sarasota Bay to our marina--Marina Jack-- right in the downtown area. We had the beautiful skyline of Sarasota in view all the way across the bay. We wished we could have spent more time exploring Sarasota from the marina but we needed to move along.

The other remarkable aspect of this part of the GIWW is the bridges. Oh yes, the bridges. Every where else they open on request. Here they open on a schedule. Usually on the hour and every 20 minutes thereafter. The problem was as I was pulling the dinghy we were slowed a bit by the drag that it put on the boat plus we seemed to constantly have a strong current working against us and these factors slowed us down enough that we had trouble making a 20 minute schedule between bridges. They all seemed to be just out of reach , so we would arrive at the next bridge about 5 minutes or 10 minutes after its last opening and have to sit there and circle for 10 or 15 minutes. Not all of them, but enough that it got old after a while. AND--there are a lot of bridges. I estimate that over the last 2 days we have gone under 15 bridges?? It got a bit better south of Sarasota--the last several bridges (in less dense traffic areas) opened on request. You can imagine with all these heavily populated barrier islands that they need the bridges to get everyone back and forth--and they certainly could not spend the kind of money it would require to build them all at the 63 foot height that we had been used to in Texas, Louisiana and Miss.

Again, the next day was more of the same until we arrived at our current stopover--Cape Haze Marina in Engelwood, near Stump Pass. A nice little, out-of-the-way marina just short of the mouth to Charlotte Harbor. With another bout of very bad weather on its way--very high winds and thunderstorms--we decided to park here while we rent a car and drive over to join our friends, Ed and Teresa Dormer in West Palm Beach--they're from Kingwood but vacationing in WPB for the week. I haven't seen our good friends, with whom we are somewhat inseparable, since the end of November. I am really looking forward to the reunion. When we return to the boat we'll move on to explore Charlotte Harbor.

OK---the explanation of the dinghy on the forklift--- We tied up where instructed at the Cape Haze Marina but the problem is the laundry, bath and office facilities are a pretty long walk over to the other side of the harbor--so we decided to dinghy over and transport our considerable laundry that way. When I got into the dinghy it lowered the stern enough that the little drain hole in the transom--the self bailing device --was now under water and a considerable amount of water was leaking in despite my attempts to close it tight. When we got over to the other side of the harbor we were met and assisted with our stuff by a couple of the guys that work here and run the dry stack operation (thus the fork lift---this thing is used to lifting up to 12 tons of boats and depositing them in the water or on the racks where they are stored. I started to manually lift the dink onto the dock and one of the guys offered to ease my strain by lifting it with the forklift. He did and we found and fixed the problem. But I thought you might get a kick out of seeing my 100 lb dinghy on this lift---I did.

From there we walked about a mile to a delicious breakfast and back to continue laundry and boat cleaning operations in anticipation of leaving the boat for a couple of days---what better way to spend a bad weather day??

Now I will announce another major change in plans---We are so enjoying the previously undiscovered west coast of Florida that we have decided to stay here for several weeks and explore Charlotte Harbor, Captiva, Marco Island and other islands, plus some off-shore sailing. So We're going to negotiate a long term rate at one of the Charlotte Harbor marinas, probably the Burnt Store Marina because of it's very short and easy access to the islands and the pass leading out to the Gulf, and enjoy exploring this part of the world. It was Diane's idea and I didn't have to think too long on it. We are considering leaving the boat in this area when we have completed this journey and this will be an excellent opportunity to explore and see if it is everything we want. We know it's relatively easy to get to--a 1 1/2 hour flight and a rent-a-car away-- and fairly affordable--both transportation and boat storage. We'll give it a go and see how we like it. This also alows the weather to settle a bit more before we head south and over to the islands, but still gives us plenty of time to do what we want to do in the Bahamas.

The future blogs may not be quite as interesting (They are aren't they?) but we'll try to keep up and describe our discoveries as we explore this part of Fla. Life is good!!!

Treasure Island

The Club House (Our sail cover in the forground)

The Pool (Bar on the right; fire pits in forground; cabanas in the background)

The Marina (Mostly sport fishing boats and trawlers, but a few sailboats)

The Marina (The ICWW is just beyond the farthest boats in the picture--a great location)

Clearwater/Tarpon Springs

Lunch on the beach at Frenchy's in Clearwater Beach

The sponge docks in Tarpon Springs

We decided to spend a few days in Clearwater Beach, rent a car, drive up to Tarpon Springs and later take in a movie--I've been trying to see True Grit since Pensacola.

Having arrived on Sunday, Monday was a day of rest and the day to say good-bye to Joe. His friend picked him up around 1 PM. It was a rainy start to the day but the afternoon cleared up a bit and we took a stroll out to the beach road and around the neighborhood. I also firmed up plans for the next day to have the wind generator installed by a local "boat guy" that had been recommended to me by one of our neighbors at the marina. The day did clear and turned quite nice. I took advantage of the down time to pull the dinghy "L'il Liv" off the deck and stenciled the TX numbers on, dropped her in the water, installed the outboard and took a short spin around the bay. It started on the first pull---always a relief. We are very happy with our decision to join the Waterford Yacht Club back home before we left as it gets us some variable form of discount or reciprocity when we arrange to stay at other yacht clubs.. The facilities here at the Clearwater Y.C. are very nice and the people, very accomodating.

Almost the entire day Tuesday was spent installing the wind generator. There was about a 2 1/2 hour delay as we determined that the pole that John brought was too short by 2 feet and he had to go back to his shop in Tarpon Springs to get an 11 foot one. But, we finally got it installed. Even the wire run went smoothly, much to my surprise. Still, an entire beautiful day was spent at the effort. It tested out fine the next day when we went to Tarpon Springs. On return I found that it had kept up with my electrical usage pretty well--not completely--but I only expect it to help me buy some time at anchor so I'm not constantly having to run the generator or engine to recharge. Looks like I accomplished my goal. (As long as the wind blows)

Next day we rented a car and drove up to Tarpon Springs, to the sponge docks, walked around ---in shorts!!!!--had a great lunch at Dimitri's , bought some overpriced sponges--one for the boat and one for Diane's back--. We even managed to do our laundry while we were out gadding about and stopped for groceries on the way home---saw True Grit that night and went to bed exhausted.

We had planned to take off for points south the next day but had some business to transact before we could leave and we were concerned that we might not have enough time to get situated for the night if we didn't leave until early afternoon. Fortunately, we met and talked to a couple aboard a large trawler who had come in the day prior and they told us about Treasure Island Yacht Club, just about 25 miles down the ditch. They described it in glowing terms and we decided to head that way after: closing on our refi of or Colorado condo,returning the rental car, riding the trolley to the Western Union to pick up some money that had been wired to us by our son (loan payback), dep-ositing that mone at the Wachovia Branch and lunching at Frenchy's on the beach. After a 40 minute return trip on the trolley--very circuitous route---we battened down the hatches and departed for treasure Island around 2:15. On checking the charts we realized we had five bridges we had to contend with between here and there and since the weather was warm (70) and windless (0 to 10) we opted to go back off shore for the 2 1/2 hour run down the coast to John's Pass where we came back in. We arrived at the Yacht Club (having made a reservation) at around 6 and were met by Les, the dockmaster---a nicer guy you could never find. After helping us get tucked in he gave us a tour of the facilities-----WOW!!!!!!

This place is fabulous (and the least expensive place we've stayed). It is actually the Treasure Island Yacht and Tennis Club. The club building is 3 stories with locker rooms and baths on the first floor. A fabulous bar and restaurant, huge workout facility, more bath rooms and shower facilities, a free game room, massage room, sauna all on the 2nd floor and banquet facilities on the 3rd. Additionally they have a huge 8 lane olympic heated pool with several fire pits around it, cabanas, and a very nice outdoor bar that appears to be very popular with the members. To heck with the Bahamas---we're going to stay here the rest of our lives. Oh, did I mention the courtesy vans--2 of them-- that will take you "anywhere you want to go". Life is good.

Friday was spent walking into "downtown" Treasure Island picking up a few things for dinner, a stop at the hardware store, etc. We stopped at their open air market and browsed and went for a very nice stroll on their gorgeous beach. I am beginning to understand the popularity of Florida.

We planned to leave this oasis on Saturday morning but reversed that decision--very wisely--when another weather front hit much harder than anticipated. Right now we are ensconced in our boat at the dock and I'm actually a bit "seasick" from all the rocking we are doing in the 30 to 40 knot wind that is blowing ceaselessly. It's cold, too---in the 40's again. Once again Diane made the right weather call. So tonight we will visit the club bar for a cocktail or 4 and then sample their dinner fare which we understand to be excellent. We hope this wind moderates by morning so we can make an early start and get well on down the coast. As the Gulf is probably pretty well kicked up we'll stay in the waterway this time and contend with the bridges. (Unlike all the bridges to this point, these bridges do not open on request- they have their own schedules and you have to hit them just right to make any kind of time.

We have finally realized that we do not need to be in a big hurry to get to the Bahamas. We are having a wonderful time exploring Florida. The only thing missing is the truly warm air and water (and the views and beaches and rum drinks and.........) So we will keep on trucking along at our leisurely, comfortable pace and enjoy the trip. Along the way we are learning more and more every day about the places we visit, ourselves, our boat and the people we meet. This whole adventure is definitely a "10" for me and probably about an "8 1/2" and growing for Diane.

Buffalo Joe

We met Joe in Moss Point (Pascagoula) Mississippiiiiii. Joseph Gray Stephens was raised in the D.C. area by a very conservative military family. He was, for a while the black sheep of the family as both his brothers attended theNaval Academy. He tried college at Stetson U. in central Florida for a year or so but found it unexciting, and became a 60's hippy instead. (Now one of his brothers lives a rather eclectic life as an aspiring musician and music store owner in Aspen--so Joe's now not the only black sheep) Drugs, alcohol, free love and the anti-war movement were his life for several years. He eventually found his way to Leadville, Colorado where he worked in the molybdenum (sp?) mine until he earned enough to make the back payments on his truck. He started crewing on river raft rides and eventually found his way to the Colorado River and the Grand Canyon where he made 33 raft and kayak and motor raft trips down the gorge--for other people and eventually for his own company, Buffalo Joe River Trips (Headquartered on the Arkansas River out of Buena Vista, Colorado.) He sold that company in 1986 after 9 years, spent a winter windsurfing Baja, went to work at Tubac Golf resort in Arizona and apprenticed as a golf pro and eventually got his PGA card. He worked as golf pro for several years in the US and Mexico and taught golf in Palm Springs for 3 years. He then moved to N.C. and did 3 years of fraternity and sorority composite photography. This was seasonal and allowed him to crew on Cap't Ron's boat in the Western Carribbean, where he fell in love with the sailing life. He then spent 4 months in the transportation department driving people around McMurdo Station in the Ross Sea, Antarctica. (Where he will return soon as director of transportation)He then tried his hand at running a water garden emporium with his step dad back in N.C. and then ran a landscape business back in N.C.

He bought his Hurricane Ike damaged boat (Tatonka) in March of 2010. This is about when his girl, Karin, of 21/2 years decided that there were better things to do with her time than work on a boat and sought greener pastures. He's been sailing ever since. He is currently tied up in a marina in Key West.

Joe is a Liberal. He voted for Obama and still is dillusional enough to think he's great. After a great deal of discussion, however, we have both decided that we are not Liberal or Conservative or even Progressive---We are "Regressive"--We both like things the way they used to be.

Joe never met a stranger.You can imagine how entertaining he is with the incredible diversity of his background and experience. Did I mention that he is also a professional musician---in a way-- He carries his mandolin and guitar everywhere and hooks up with bar bar bands every where he goes. He didn't have them with him on the trip so I haven't heard him play. He is, despite his "liberal politics", a most delightful person to talk with and explore the humorous side of life, love and politics. We will never forget Buffalo Joe and also know that this is not the last we'll see of him. I believe we have initiated a life-long relationship with a most interesting person and look forward to running into him on down the road. I also look forward to the opportunity to pick guitar with him somewhere along the way.

Joe is a unique person--the kind of good heart coupled with a fine mind and an outlook on life that I admire more than I can express. We couldn't have made the trip across without his help, and so appreciate his willingness to go out of his way to help us. None of this would have happened if Diane hadn't taken an immediate liking and attraction to him in Moss Point (You know how I am --a bit standoffish--takes me a bit longer to establish a relationship with anyone--especially someone you meet in a bar in Moss Point, Miss.)

So, as we sit here in Clearwater, in the rain, I type, Diane reads and Joe gets ready to leave us for his next adventure and his next new friend. He's off for 4 days of golf somewhere in Florida. We will miss him, his wit and repartee and his infectious personality.

Good Luck, Buffalo Joe !!

IT'S WARM !!!!!!!

We made it!!!! We're in Clearwater after a brisk but fairly easy crossing.

We left Saturday morning at around 7:15 as planned. Temps were in the low 40's but winds were calm (starting out). We had studied the weather very closely on the numerous weather sites that we use and that have proven (fairly) accurate. The clear consensus of all the sites was:

Saturday, winds starting from the northeast at 10 to 15 kts moving around to the east and dropping at mid-day to 5 to 10; further moderating to 0 to 5 that night and all day Sunday. This meant that we would motor sail then just motor most of the way across the passage on mostly flat seas---not too thrilling but easy (and quite acceptable to Diane). As we motor without stressing the diesel at around 5.5 kts this meant we should make the 160 mile passage in about 29 hours. We planned our departure so that we would be sure to arrive after daybreak ("Never enter a strange harbor in the dark")

NOT!!!

While the winds were fairly calm when we left they had built to 10 to 13 by mid day and to 15 to 17 by mid afternon. The seas had a definite roll to them with waves out of the northeast at 2 to 3 feet. But they were confused--while the swells were coming out of the northeast in a steady pattern they were all boiled up for some reason adding a definite and somewhat uncomfortable chop. By that evening/ sunset the wind was up to a steady 17 to 20, the seas were up to 4 and 5 feet with an occasional roller that would toss us sideways and rock the boat pretty good from side to side. Fortunately (and with good planning) the wind and seas were mostly behind us so it was mostly comfortable although stressful not knowing whether the weather would build anymore. (Fortunately it didn't) Not one of the weather sites we use had predicted this kind of weather. It was supposed to be calm, flat and boring. This sail was anything but boring. The great thing about it was that we sailed with reefed mainsail and roller furled jib at over 7 knots. Once we got accustomed to the unexpected conditions it was a fabulous sail.

Once again, Diane surprised mostly herself. Because from time to time we would get broadsided by a broaching wave we decided to steer manually because the autohelm was just working too hard. Diane took the toughest-- by far-- shift from about 5:30 to around 8:30 that night and steered a perfect steady course. By the time I took over from her the seas had moderated a bit and I was able to put "Auto" back to work. Diane and Joe went to get some rest and left me on watch. Because I was on autohelm (automatic steering) I was able to hunker down behind the dodger (windshield) and stay out of the chilly wind. Temps by this time were in the 50's-even that night--getting better. While I was on watch until around midnight thirty the wind and seas continued to drop until I had several hours of winds in the 12/13 range with 2 foot seas. I rested and relaxed---far from the steady 3 hour steering effort Diane had experienced--and occasionally heard the sounds of whales calling to each other off to port. It was a very spiritual experience. I was in sailor's heaven!

Around 12:30 Joe relieved me and after brewing up a pot of strong coffee for him I went forward to the V-berth to join Diane in what I hoped would be a few hours of rest during these calmer conditions. NOT!!! In the V-berth you hear every clang, creak, whisp, whirr, pound, crash, squeak, bump (Did I mention clunk?)----It's noisy!!!
Diane was asleep---I didn't know how, but she was. Finally, by scrunching myself into a ball in the corner I was able to catch a few hours of shut-eye, only to be awakened by increasing noise and boat motion. While I had thought with conditions subsiding during my watch that this trend would continue on into the subsequent watches. NOT!!! The winds had built back up to 17 to 20 and 5 and 6 foot seas. Once again we were clipping along at 71/2 knots. By this time all three of us were up and enjoying each other's company on deck. It had started to get chilly again so we were bundled up pretty good under blankets in addition to the 3 or 4 layers of clothes including thermal undies.
By this time we realized that at the rate we were traveling we would be arriving in less than 24 hours and probably before day break, so we actually slowed the boat down by further reducing sail. Whoodathunk??
We arrived at the first sight of the tall buildings on shore shortly after day break and as the conditions then decided to moderate we had a very pleasant --and warm-- sail into the channel and arrived here at the Clearwater Yacht Club at around 11:15. In the process of getting our dock lines secured, etc. I shed my flannel lined rain slicker, my sweatshirt, my long undies top and was eventually down to shirt sleeves. The weather was beautiful--70 degrees, very little wind. We celebrated our arrival and safe passage with a prayer and mimosas. We even enjoyed the yacht club Sunday brunch at around 12:30 (Very expensive--$5.99 each) Life is indeed good!!!!

We Love Apalachicola

One of the City Parks in Apalachicola

Apalachicola--Gateway to Warmth (We Hope)

We left Port St Joe at a leisurely hour on Tuesday the 11th for a 5 hour motor cruise up the Gulf County Canal to rejoin the ICW about 5 miles north of PSJ. This began our leg into Apalachicola through a huge area of swamps, bayous and creeks and LOTS of Bald Eagles. I didn't see any swoop down and grab a fish as I had in Louisiana but they were more numerous and spectacular.

We arrived at Apalach around 3 PM and tied up at Miller's Marina right on the Apalach River just short of the Hwy 98 bridge. It's from here that we plan to leave Friday or Saturday to jump across Apalachicola Bay, through Government Cut and out into the Gulf for our 140 mile sail in open/offshore water across the Gulf to Tarpon Springs and the main Florida Peninsula--and hopefully warmer weather.

If you read earlier posts you will recall that we met a guy in Moss Point, Miss. who goes by the moniker--Buffalo Joe. He's actually Joe Stephens and he is cruising his Island packet sailboat in the general direction of Cuba. He left Moss point a day after us, passed us up in Pensacola and is now in Key West. We have stayed in touch with him along the way, and he graciously offered to come up here to crew with us across the Gulf. He has a car here in Apalach that he arranged for us to pick up and use and for me to drive to Tallahassee to pick him up at the airport. He has a number of friends here and some business interests and this worked out perfectly for both him and us. So the plan is to take off either Fri or Sat morning--depending on the better weather window.

Meanwhile, we have truly enjoyed Apalachicola. Had a great dinner at Tamara's Cafe (downtown) on Tuesday night--Tabasco Fried grouper with green beans and macaroni and fried softshell crab tacos with coleslaw---We had the leftovers last night and it was just as good the second night as the first. Wednesday we walked all over town including a jaunt to the Piggly Wiggly about 6 blocks away for some needed provisions, had lunch of a couple dozen of the best oysters we've ever eaten--3 different ways--raw, steamed with a parmesan topping and raw with a relish type sauce--MAN they were good as was the bottle of Pinot Grigiot. (At Up the Creek Oyster Bar on the water) We had also connected with Joe's friends--Phillip (marine mechanic) and Kristin (artist) and picked up Joe's little Mazda Miata. Later we drove over to check out the town of Carrabelle where a lot of boaters go to stage for the hop across the "arm pit". Nice town--mostly just marinas, lots of boats and an IGA--but we didn't stay long or explore in too great a detail. It is a very pretty drive over there, along the Bay with a view out to the barrier islands. This is a very pretty and relatively undiscovered part of Florida. Lots of development opportunity.

Later that night after our leftovers we watched a movie--SALT--and hit the pillows.

Oh yeah----the weather. It's cold--very cold. The wind has blown a steady 12 to 18 knots since we arrived, supposed to moderate today. But the temp is the real story. Last night it got down to 28 degrees. It's 10 AM as I write this and it is still around 35 degrees. It's supposed to get all the way up to 46 degrees today.

Today we'll do a bit of laundry, but otherwise hunker down in the warm boat and later I drive to Tallahassee to pick up Joe. Looking forward greatly to getting across the big water. It's supposed to be fairly gentle winds but still somewhat cold. I'm thinking I'll close up the salon, fire up one of the generators and crank up our little space heater down below so at least those not on watch can stay warm and toasty---maybe watch a little TV--you know--"roughing it". Life is good!

Port St. Joe, Florida

Diane relaxing with a sudoku at our marina in PSJ----Ain't she purty!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Am I a lucky guy or what???????????

Breakfast With The AGLCA

The AGLCA is the American Great Loop Cruiser's Association. This is an organization of boaters--primarily power boaters---who have traveled all or part of the Great Loop. The Great Loop is the Intracoastal Waterway--starting wherever--It runs from Mobile Bay, around the Gulf (like we've been doing) down through Florida, around and back up the east coast of Florida, on up the east coast, through New York Harbor, up the Hudson River, through the Erie and other canals, through the Great Lakes, through Chicago and down the river system to end up again in Mobile Bay. There are variations along the way. It's mostly power boaters because of the bridge restrictions that require sailboaters to remove their masts.
We breakfasted with about 50 members, all about our age, mostly in power boats--some big trawlers. Very nice people. They clearly have a lot of fun together---We were recruited heavily.
But--after enjoying our FREE breakfast we set about refueling, doing laundry and other boat chores. As is the pattern, we will stay here in Port St Joe several nights as another monster weather event is about to unload 30 degree temps and 25 kt winds and rain--and possibly snow or ice.. Then it will be on to Apalachicola where we will plan our crossing of the "arm pit" to Tarpon Springs. Looking for a 3rd crewmember to help us with this crossing. (Any takers?????) It looks like a weather window will open next week-end. Once we get across this stretch of water we'll be back in the ICW and on our way south to warmer and bluer waters. I'm particularly anxious to get to Tarpon springs as we understand it is a town of great character--the sponge diving capital of the world--heavy Greek influence with lots of Greek restaurants in town. So far this trip has been great, even in spite of the weather--but it is only going to get better from here. We can't wait.

Turning Southward At Last

After spending all of Friday on the hook in Destin Harbor we left Sat morning at around 5:15 AM with the plan to definitely get as far as Panama City and possibly on to Port St Joe if we were to make good enough time.
Friday was miserable. The wind blew all day at 25 to 30 kts and gusting up to 40. The temp was comfortable but it's never fun to be at anchor in 40 kts of wind with the boat rocking in 2 foot waves-- in the harbor! But we put up with it--even put the dink in the water and dinghied to shore for a very mediocre lunch at one of the Boardwalk restaurants (We have had 2 excellent meals ashore in Destin---La Famiglia and Louisiana Lagniape---Don't bother with the restaurants on the Boardwalk. It seems they specialize in overpriced mediocrity. The view is cool but hardly worth the disappointment in the cuisine.)
Dinghiing back to the boat against the wind and waves left us a bit damp.
We studied the various weather sites all day and they all semed to agree that the weather on Saturday would moderate enough to allow us to go back offshore for the run down to Panama City or beyond.--Remember--we can't take the ditch from here as the bridge just beyond where we are anchored is only 47 feet---we need 53 feet of clearance. Those bridge builders were certainly not thinking of me when they built these low bridges--imagine that!!!
We decided we would try to make the run on Saturday even if it meant a bit of discomfort---so---early to bed and early to rise. We got underway at 5:15 Sat morning and navigated by chartplotter out of the harbor and up the channel to the Gulf. I knew we were in for a bit of excitement once we hit the mouth of the channel. The boat was going 2.5 knots over the water (Boat Speed) but we were traveling at 6.5 knots over ground(Speed Over Ground) That meant we had a 4 knot current going with us out the channel. That's usually a good thing. But in this case it meant there was a 4 knot current running out the channel headlong into the westerly wind and waves coming in off the Gulf at the mouth --that's a bad thing---. This situation is exacerbated by the fact that these waves are already building as they come in off of 30 foot water depth and climb the shelf to the 10 or 15 foot water at the mouth of the channel. Sure enough, when we got to the mouth we were met head on with 8 to 10 foot waves and pounded into them for about 15 minutes before we could turn to port and get them behind us. But once we made the turn and got the swells on our port stern quarter, got our jib set and began our eastward course it was actually fairly comfortable. Plus, with the benefit of surfing off of these big waves we were averaging around 71/2 knot s of speed. Port St Joe began to look like a real possibility.
The wind stayed at around 15 knots from the northwest all day, and the waves varied from 4 to 8 feet all day with occasional sideways rolls that were a bit unnerving. But the boat handled it all extremely well and so did we. It was really quite exhillerating(SP?)
We passed through the Panama City channel at around 12:15 (2 hours earlier than we had planned) so we made the decision to go on to Port St Joe. The critical issue was whether we could get there before sunset. (Never enter a strange harbor at night!!!!). As it turned out we hit the channel at 3:15 but then realized we still had another couple of hours of motoring down this endless channel across a bay to the marina. We arrived right at 5PM, tucked the boat into a slip, hooked up the electricity and poured my first martini and popped open Diane's beer, all in time to watch a beautiful sunset--- which is when we realized that the sun had been on our starboard side most of the afternoon-----We were finally headed SOUTH!!!!!
We had an excellent dinner at the Harbor Cafe right here at the marina and met and talked to Rick, the owner, who invited us to breakfast the next morning with about 50 members of the AGLCA---More on that later. After dinner Diane went straight to bed--exhausted. I tried to watch the Colts/Jets playoff game but the last thing I remembered was the start of the second half. I woke up on the settee as the game ended and staggered to bed.
It was a great day. We tested some limits and found we were up to the challenge. The boat handled it all quite well--she really is an excellent "coastal cruiser" and we couldn't have been more pleased with her. Life is good!!!

On the" Road" Again

We are resting "on the hook" in what I believe is called "Old Lagoon" in Destin, Fla after an uneventful but very smooth motor sail from Pensacola. We had both sails up and full with a stern quartering breeze of 10 to 12 kts eventually building to 20 kts for the last hour. We had following seas the whole way, so, although they built to about 3 to 4 feet they were quite comfortable as we rolled down the lea side surfing to as much as 8 kts from time to time. It's still COLD here. Got down in the mid 30's last night and we had to use one of our generators to run a little electric space heater that does a nice job of adding just enough heat to keep us toasty inside. Looking forward to that point in time when we can replace the jeans and long underwear (actually, Diane looks quite sexy in hers) for shorts.
We had a fabulous visit with family over the holidays--Christmas with our daughter and family in Colorado Springs. Diane's sister Nancy from Chicago joined us as well. Later we all (except Paul--he had to work) trooped up to Vail to Diane's brother's beautiful home for several days including new years. (Diane and I barely made it to New York City midnight on New Years Eve((That's 10PM folks)), but we did get to see the big ball drop.) In Mobile they have the "Dolphin Drop" and in Pensacola they have the "Pelican Drop" I understand many animals are hurt or killed during these rituals---just kidding, people---Sorry we missed these spectacles.
One of the things I wanted to do while in Vail was ski for the first time in about three years. I waited, however, for Paul to get there, to ski with him and John but by then the temp had fallen into the single digits for a high (I only ski when it's perfect--35 degrees and sunny with no wind)Oh well, there's always next year.
Flew back to Panama City on the 4th and picked up a rent car to drive back to Pensacola. Stopped along the way in Destin for dinner at Louisiana Lagniape restaurant---OMG---pecan encrusted grouper, a dinner salad, twice baked potato X 2 and a free bottle of wine for $45---total, not each. It was excellent--We had Diane's leftover fish and potato for lunch the next day.
We kept the car on Wed. for provisioning and a few other chores.
While "on vacation" in Colorado I did a bit of research. I don't like the idea of having to run the generator or engine every day or two to recharge the batteries and decided I would install one of the power maintaining systems (wind or solar) to help try to stay ahead or at least close to even with the game. Since our trip involves the Bahamas and the wind always blow in the Bahamas I decided to go with a wind generator. This will replace at least some and sometimes all of the battery power that we use when we're sitting at anchor or underway without the engine on. I still have the generator to "top off" the batteries when necessary. After doing a bit of reseasch I decided on the Air Breeze model. It's supposed to be the quietest and performed the best in tests in moderate breezes. Problem is I have to get it installed somwhere along our journey. I had actually hoped for some bad weather in Pensacola that would have allowed me to DIY it but we got this fabulous weather window and left for Destin on Thursday
We intended to get an early start. I set the coffee maker for 6:15 as an alarm clock--I thought---Apparently I set it for 6:15 PM and we slept in 'till 7:30. That's why we ran the engine the whole way and motor sailed. We had left an hour later than planned and we needed to make sure we arrived during daylight hours into this difficult and strange entrance channel. So we motor sailed at 7+ kts as opposed to quietly sailing without motor at 6. We hit the Destin channel (East Pass) at around 4:00 with plenty of daylight left to get into the harbor and set the anchor and pour a coldy before dark. It was a delightful trip despite the noisy engine---out right at the three mile line along solid stretches of blindingly white beaches, high rise condos, and thru emerald colored water. Life is Good!!!!
We've decided to spend the day here as some pretty nasty 20 to 30 kt winds are supposed to build today--from the SW--so the building waves would be on our starboard beam with a lot of roll--fairly uncomfortable---Tomorrow, Sat., is supposed to be a lot better, so we'll keep an eye on the weather and maybe get an early enough start to make it all the way to Port St Joe as opposed to stopping at Panama city tomorrow night.

And We Thought Moss Point Was Cold

Anna and Asher with their new sleds from Uncle John

The Vail Valley 12/31/2010 --0 Degrees F.

Merry Christmas All

O K I lied. I felt like I needed to do a quick interim post because of all that is happening.
First of all---we are enjoying a wonderful Christmas in Colorado Springs with Paul and Kristin, Anna, Asher and Elli, sister Nancy and Paul's sister Julie. Aside from being a bit "under the weather"--I think it was my very first bout ever with altitude sickness---it has been a truly wonderful time. The grandkids are more fun than you can imagine. Christmas morning was a delight--three incredibly excited kids--and stuff everywhere--(quite a transition from our peaceful life aboard the boat--but great fun)
Secondly--I wanted to tell about the really cool experience we had after we left the boat last Thursday, driving to Panama City to catch the plane the next day for Colorado.
As Destin is the next stop on "our" journey (more about the "our" later) we decided to stop in Destin on our way through to check out the tricky entry into the cove where "we" plan to anchor (more about the "we" later) on our way down the coast. After we parked the car and were walking along the pier in the direction of the harbor master's office (I wanted to talk with him/her about the entry to the cove) we came across a familiar looking catamaran tied up at the dock--sure enough it was our friends and mentors, Rusty and Linda Sitton of :Sittononthebeach blog site in the links on the left. They left Kemah about two weeks after me but have not been held up quite as much by the weather. They had passed us up over night, having sailed straight through off shore from Biloxi. They were parked in Destin for Christmas and to wait out a bad weather front moving in on Christmas day. We had lunch together and then drove them down the road to the grocery store for some provisioning and to refill a propane bottle. It was really neat to bump into them this way--and how coincidental. We had a very helpful chat with them about the area and the options of continuing on down the coast---more reinforcement for Diane (Linda is not as experienced a sailor as Diane nor as involved in the boat handling part of cruising but is vastly more experienced in the cruising part having done this same trip last year. She was able to discuss Diane's (and her) fears and share emotions and experiences in a very positive and helpful way.)----Which brings me to the "our" and "we" thing-----Diane is going to continue on with me and continue to fight her fears through experience. Actually, she had made this decision before we ran into the Sittons but talking with Linda just served to reinforce her decision. She still has trouble with the idea of sailing through the nights off shore and we will address that by gathering crew to help with those legs. Needless to say, I am ecstatic with her decision and the knowledge that she will be with me to experience the beauty of the moments ahead. Hopefully, with good planning we can minimize the difficulties.
Sooooo--at this point we are planning to sail off shore down to Destin and anchor for a day or two in the cove outside the bridge that we can't get under--then down the coast to Panama City and Port St Joe and then the ICW from St Joe to Appalachacola before heading across on the first over night to Tarpon Springs and warmer weather and bluer water along the Florida Peninsula. Curiously, even though I've already come over 500 miles , have crossed through or into 5 states and spent almost three weeks on the boat I won't feel like we're really into this journey until I get to the peninsula area --Tarpon Springs/Clearwater/Tampa and points south.
But for now--enjoying family and sleeping in a real bed and letting the water run when I brush my teeth or shower. Life is Good!!!

Flawda----Finally!!!

Finally--- We have reached Florida.

After a relaxing couple of days in Orange Beach, Alabama we have moved on to our home for the next several weeks (or, rather, the new home for the boat) as we travel to Colorado Springs and Vail to be with family for Christmas and New Years. We really lucked out and found this very nice marina in the old downtown area of Pensacola--just a short walk away from restaurants, bars, shops--everything but a grocery store--. This town is very nice and they have done a beautiful job renovating this downtown area. The marina is brand new--floating docks, excellent security, nice facilities--We'll chill here for a few days as we await our trip west.

We had a very nice but cold trip over from Orange Beach, arriving just in time for the second half of the Saint's game and for the entire/miserable/pathetic Steelers loss to the Jets after taking a nice long exer-walk up Palafox St to the business section where we found all the restaurants, bars and shops--fortunately, they were mostly closed--I have a feeling we'll be back, though, before we leave.

The original plan had been to keep moving to Panama City, leave the boat there and fly off for the Holidays, but as plans always go when it comes to this life style--plans seldom become reality. We learned along the way that there are three bridges between here and Panama City, along the ICW, that we can't get under because of the height of our mast. SO--we will have to go off shore from here to somewhere south of Panama City, probably Port St Joe or just on to Appalachicola---the weather window will detrmine how far and where the next stopping point will be. As Diane does not want to venture off shore we had to stop here until I can arrange at least one other crew to go with me in the hop down the coast.

(Downtown Pensacola from the bay)

That will wait until after the holidays. Meanwhile we are "stuck" in a very nice spot. Finally the weather has moderated--would have been a great weather window to take off across the Gulf--

We rented a car to take in the sights in the area and to get us to the Panama city airport on Friday. Yesterday we drove in to Destin to see our old next door neighbors, Ron and Maryann Porter, who moved into a beautiful high rise there about three years ago. Maryann is a designer and Ron is now a contractor working with their 2 boys doing remodeling jobs in the area and building some homes. Their beautiful condo reveals their talents--it is incredible. It's on the Bay, a view of the ICW surrounded by golf course and gorgeous grounds.

We had a delicious Italian dinner at a family owned and run restaurant--La Famiglia--in Destin and home again for another early night to bed.

The ship below is docked on the other side of the marina. It is the S/V Peacemaker, a good will tall ship from Brazil---free walk aboard tours--165 feet long and 33 feet wide--quite a vessel.

(By the way--for those who have forgotten what we look like--that's us right in front of the ship.)

(The Palafox Marina in Pensacola)

So----sight seeing today and tomorrow. Some boat cleaning and then its off to Colorado on Friday. We plan on relaxing and doing a lot of hugging and spoiling the Grandkids.

I'm going to get some skiing in while in Vail, maybe some hiking and just lots of good family time.

I probably won't be posting again for a while so to all following this blog we want to wish you all a very happy Christmas, full of all the blessings of life and love. Remember our young men and women of the military around the world who offer their ultimate sacrifices day in and day out--If you can--try to find a way to help out their families for the Holidays. Operation HomeFront is an excellent organization helping many of these families.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR

Marina at the Wharf--Orange Beach, Alabama December 16, 2010

Roll Tide

Well, we have successfuly crossed through 3 states and are now in our 4th, Alabama. We parked for the night at The Marina at the Wharf, a very nice marina right on the ICW in Orange Beach. It is associated with a huge commercial/ condo/ entertainment development (what a contrast to Moss point). Slept in today--until 6:30-- and are spending a relaxing day here (will take in a movie at their 16 screen theater) and dinner out--probably Italian--tonight. Tomorrow we'll move to a different marina--just to enjoy the variety--and then on Saturday we sail to Pensacola where we will leave the boat for the holidays. We've made arangements at a marina right downtown at the historic section of town. I'll return after the first of the year, hopefully with at least one crew member, to sail over to Appalachacola or points farther south.
One of the things we learned from the Rachel's gang is that our mast is too tall (50 feet plus antennae and other assorted devices) to get under some of the bridges in the Destin, Ft Walton Beach, Panama city area of the Florida section of the ICW (I'll be checking the charts closely over the holidays). The current thought is to go off shore out of Pensacola and sail either to Appalach... or on to Clearwater depending on conditions. Lot's of unknowns but still exciting. After our fabulous crossing of Mobile Bay we are (I am) filled with confidence and raring to go.
It is very hard for me to describe the joy and excitement that I am experiencing even in the face of the rather inclement weather that we've had to date. I know it only gets better from here but, once again, have to express my disappointment that my best friend won't be with me to enjoy it all. We've talked at length about her decision and how that "looks" for the immediate future. We've decided that she will join me as often as possible for the more "settled" parts of the trip----yeah, yeah, yeah---I have to do all the hard work---- We are both very "cool" with the plan and rumors of our impending divorce are greatly exaggerated.

Alabamy Bound

Today, Wednesday, we left Moss point at 5:30 AM and navigated by GPS in the dark back down the river to the Mississippi Sound to resume our eastward travels---but not without a little bit of regret. Truth is---we had a wonderful time in Moss point. The nicest people you would ever want to meet. To all the gang at Rachel's--Sam, Lucky Jr., Buffalo Joe and Dave and Gene--we send our heartfelt thanks for the opportunity to get to know you and your town and thank you immensely for all the "local knowledge" about navigating the Sound and Mobile Bay; (best gumbo I've ever eaten) and we especially thank Bobby and Lynn for their tremendous hospitality at the River City Harbor Marina, for the use of their truck and for the wonderful stories---BTW---Happy 74th Birthday Bobby---Enjoy the bottle of Jack Black!!
It was about 30 degrees when we pulled out, but we were dressed for it --in triple layers--. The only things really cold were my fingers. The river was a bit tricky in the dark but we made it without incident by paying very close attention to our GPS chartplotter while Diane simultaneously watched our laptop GPS program--Seaclear--. (Down below where it was warm) Between the two visual displays plus the radar display we had very little difficulty making it down the river the 8 miles back to the sound (Seaclear is a very cooool deal. By adding a USB connected GPS antenna to the laptop and downloading the FREE Seaclear software and over 400 NOAA navigation charts we are able to see our boat superimposed on the actual navigation chart published by NOAA and aproved by the Coast Guard for navigation. The GPS chartplotter is excellent but it is a picture of our vessel superimposed over a sketch, just like the one in your car, of the area--not the actual charts) Between the two "pictures" we have great confidence in our navigation. It's amazing how accurate this stuff is. Just in case this fails I have two other less sophisticated GPS devices on board in addition to my Droid phone which has built in navigation---As I mentioned some time back---if I get lost it's only because I'm a complete idiot or the world, as we know it, has changed.
Once back in the Sound we were met with clear skies, light wind from the east, and flat water. But, as we entered back into the ICW and turned eastward again the winds began to pick up and move around to the south. So we put the jib out and motorsailed along at 6+ kts.
We had been warned by the Rachel's gang of two things--with the wind out of the south we could expect some pretty big rollers building on our starboard beam as we passed through the gap between Petit Bois and Dauphin Islands; and--Mobile Bay can be a b....... on a windy day, especially if the wind is out of the north. We were indeed met by some pretty uncomfortable rollers as expected but they subsided as we sailed into the lea of Dauphin Island. Also, the wind, by this time had shifted around to the west by the time we got to Dauphin and we had a fabulous sail to the east end of the Island.
Not knowing what kind of conditions to anticipate once in Mobile Bay we reefed the jib (reduced its size by about 1/2 by rolling it up) --as it turned out, a wise move. The conditions were a bit rougher in the Bay although we had the protection of Dauphin Island to windward for a while. Still we sailed on cautiously in the face of this body of water's reputation for roughness. BUT, after it appeared that conditions would remain steady--wind out of the west at 20 to 22 kts and the seas following us we turned off the engine, let out the sail and sailed across at 7+ knots--almost maximum hull speed. We made it across the 23 miles in record tiome and reached the pretty and protected channel of Orange Beach Alabama at around 2:30 PM (We left at 5:30 anticipating an all day sucker)---but were elated with our progress. It was, all in all, a great day---great sailing, decently cool temps and friendly seas--what more could one ask---I think we had the perfect conditions to cross Mobile Bay. Life is Good!!!!!!!!!!!

Diane's Photos---Dolphins and Cloud Bank

A strange cloud bank moving into Orange Beach

Dolphins chasing the boat in Mobile Bay (They couldn't keep up)

Sunrise at Pascagoula, Mississippippippippi

Ol' Man Winter Strikes Again

It's Monday the 13th and we are comfortably tucked in at a floating dock at the River City Harbor Marina in downtown Moss Point, Miss. This marina is about 8 miles up the Pascagoula River from its mouth at the Pascagoula Ship Channel. We decided to come all the way up here to get as much protection as possible from this new, raging cold front that has slowed us down once again. It has been bitterly cold and incredibly windy since we got here from Gulfport Saturday evening

We pulled in here after winding up the river in a well marked and deep channel Saturday afternoon. The weather has ben atrocious ever since and we will probably not leave here until it settles, Wednesday.

We left Rabbit Island 7:15 AM on Friday, bound for the Gulfport Yacht Club that evening. Rabbit Island is on the very western end of Mississippi Sound, the bay-like body of water that sits below Gulport, Biloxi, and Pascagoula Miss. and just before you get into Mobile Bay. It was not bad temp wise as we left on Friday and the wind, unfortunately, at around 8 kts was directly on our nose--so-- no sailing today. Heading due east after several hours I decided to check out my friend Ernie People's "SPOT" on the computer and discovered that he was just about due south of us heading in from off shore in the direction of the ICW. (You will recall my mentioning Ernie earlier--picked up his new trawler, Salty Lady, in Florida and is heading back to Kemah) I was able to raise the "Salty Lady " on the VHF radio and talked for a while with Ernie. It was good to hear his voice. Spotting a speck on the horizon I found what I believed to be his trawler and with my zoom snapped the picture above. They were several miles away at the time and heading west, away from us. After expressing our fond adieu's we resumed our focus on the journey ahead.

We arrived at the foot of the Gulfport ship channel at around 1:00 and turned north to the yacht club--another relatively short day. But we tied up at their transient dock and secured our FREE dockage for the night as we are memebers of another yacht club, Waterford Yacht Club, back home. It seems that the various yacht clubs, not the private marinas, offer one night reciprocal free dockage. Yippee!! We'll look for more private clubs as we cruise along.

Saturday morning we got an early start with the goal of getting into safe harbor before this front arrived. This was the first day since I left that we were able to shut the engine down and run under full sail for several hours. It was just us, a nice 15 kt breeze (perfect), off of our starboard beam, the waves lapping at the hull and the dolphins swimming in our wake--temp quite comfortable--Bliss!! Unfortunately this bliss had to come to an end as we neared the Navy Base at the mouth of the Pascagoula River and we cranked up the engine once more for our winding journey up the river to our present location.

Once here we were met by the proprietor, Bobby, who quickly gave us the lay of the land of Moss Point. It seems that in these small towns everything closes down on Sat night so we only had one choice if we were to have a dine-out meal. Bobby drove us over to "Rachel's Widows Walk" bar and restaurant on another marina that we had passed on the way in. He promised us we would have no problem getting a ride back later. He was right.

We were both dying for a cheeseburger and these were some of the best I've ever had, as was the baked potato salad and the fried green tomatos. The vodka martini(s) wasn't bad either.

When we got to the restaurant the only people there were the staff and some guy pounding--practicing --on the out of tune piano in the corner. We were a bit leary. Turned out the piano player, Sam, was the owner, a very experienced sailor. He'd been everywhere and was full of all kinds of VERY helpful local knowledge about our trip eastward. Soon we were joined by other townsfolk and some of the cruisers from the sailboats tied up below at the marina. A most interesting evening. One guy--Gary--had just purchased a used lifeboat at a public auction--the kind you see perched on the back of tankers ready to plunge into the sea in the event of an emergency. Naturally these boats are never used and thus the engine, although 30 years old, was like new--which is why he bought the lifeboat for $1200. The engine itself is worth probably 5 or 6 K. He's going to put it into his 63 foot Choy Lee that he is restoring. Sam, on the other hand, had his 60 + foot schooner parked in the marina below--another antique restored beautifully. The sailing community is a fascinating and very diverse lot and there is so much to learn--as they are so willing to share--over a pint or two.

Sam, the owner, gave us a ride back to the marina after this very interesting evening and we fell into the V-berth exhausted at the late hour of 8:30

The next day, Sunday, Bobby offered us his truck for a quick trip into town for groceries and a Mexican food fix for lunch--then back to the boat for reading, studying the charts, listening to the wind howl and laundry.

Today, more of the same. We are growing increasingly edgy and uncomfortable with this no-letting-up wind but it should subside tonight. We will take a walk later this afternoon, just to get off the boat and stretch a bit. We are ready to get back on the road toward warmer climes---

Which brings me to a slight--just a slight--- change of plans. Diane decided even before she had joined me in New Orleans that she just really does not want to do this. She tried very hard to convince herself but ultimately gave in to her true feelings--she's just not comfortable with all the uncertainty and unfamiliarity associated with such an undertaking. So she'll be leaving the boat when we park her in Florida and we go off to Colorado for Christmas. My plan is to continue on after Christmas. Hopefully, I'll be able to arrange for crew (friends or strangers) for the overnight passages--but I'm going to do this thing. I've worked too hard and waited too long to quit now.

I'm OK with her decision. Obviously I would rather she be sitting next to me in the cockpit watching the sunsets and staring at the beautiful waters and white beaches, and I recognize that the trip will not be anywhere as enjoyable without her as it most certainly would have been with her--but a man's got to do what a man's got to do---and I got to do this.

Diane here: Those of you who know us know that this is a hard decision. We never considered the possibility that one of us would be on a different page on this. Unfortunately, my fear of the unknown and fear for safety have taken over - and did so as soon as the trip became a reality as opposed to a dream. I had hoped that as soon as I got on the boat that this would change. It didn't. If you have read this far you know that we have done very little sailing and what we have done has been wonderful - there hasn't been any event that occurred that caused these feelings.

I look forward to many more years of sailing but my comfort zone is in Galveston Bay.

Underway Again

We departed New Orleans this AM at 8:45 in sub 40's temps but bright sunlight. As we were headed eastward and the little wind there was was out of the east we really were quite comfortable behind our dodger (The dodger is the big windshield we have at the front of the cockpit that shields you from wind and spray). As long as we were behind the dodger and in the sunshine it wasn't too bad.

We're finally underway again but a very short day today of only about 30 miles. The next available stopping point is Gulfport, Mississippi, and that is just a bit too far to try do it today--so--we anchored at a little bend in the waterway at Rabbit Island. We got in around 1;15 and set the hook and sat back and read and napped and cogitated on the meaning of life until this beautiful sunset and the frigid air descended upon us. We understand that the temps will continue to moderate a bit until Saturday night when another brutal cold front is to sweep in and freeze things again for another couple of days. We hope to be ensconced in a nice electrified marina slip by then so we can wait out the front in comfort before resuming our eastward journey.

We heard from our good friend Ernie Peoples today. They spent the night offshore out of Clearwater Florida heading this way. They had a rough go of it with 4 and 5 foot seas off the starboard bow but were inside the trawler and completely warm and dry and protected from the elements. Peppie had called us earlier as she hadn't heard from Ernie for several hours and was quite worried but everything turned out just fine. In fact Ernie, instead of putting into shore this morning,decided to stretch out their offshore run and turn for Mobile. We will probably cross paths with them sometime in the next couple of days---Maybe they'll "winter" with us in Pascagoula while we try to hide from the cold.