June 9, 2013 Waterford

So remind me why this is so much fun when we're up at 6am and off on 50 mile journey at 6 miles per hour? Heck, I used to sleep until 10.  And I got real good at it too.

Well again we were up by 6am and moving up the creek by 6:15am.  Today though there was no coffee.  Not a big deal to some.  Others have a more intense reaction.  Even so we did get up.   And half of us stayed awake for the whole trip.

It was cool, and very foggy.  But on the river up here fog is common and usually burns off  before 9am so with the radar on we went out the creek and into the Hudson.  A rather mundane story except for the fuel barge going by at the very instant we emerged from the creek.  Didn't see it until it was right on top of us.  So it was either slow down, wait, and end up following the barge for several hours until we could pass him.  Or gun it and beat him around the entrance to the creek.

I gunned it.  Well, gunned it maybe a bit of an overstatement.  I went faster is probably more accurate.  Remember we only move at a swift 7 mph.

The fog did burn off around 9am and we were treated to some great scenery.  Reminds me of upper Michigan.  The river here is still deep, 30-70 feet and right up to the bank. But it narrows quite a bit so we're navigating through cuts more than the a wide river.  Or so it seemed.

Cute Lighthouses abound

It was a nice day so there were many more boats out then we've seen before.  Saw a few rafted up and a few others pulled up on the sandy portions of the shore.

We went through Albany and I was surprised to see an ocean going freighter that far up the river.  Albany is a busy river port with many barges on the move.  But after New York we're good at dodging big vessels. 

We approached Troy and the first lock not knowing much about the New York locks and if they operated similarly to the locks we've been through on the Mississippi.  Turns out they are pretty much the same.  One small difference though.  On the Mississippi we had a 30 foot boat which was fairly easy to handle.  Its a bit different with the beast we have now.  I'm sure as we go through the 200 some locks on this trip our locking procedures will be as smooth as silk.  And I will admit we are currently debating the utility of  headsets with 2-way voice communication so we can hear each other. 

After locking through it was a short journey to this bridge with a published vertical clearance of only 20 feet. We can "barely" make that height if I take all the antennas down.  So Mary drove and I took antennas down.  We went through with 2 feet to spare.  I found out later the pool was lowered today giving us 22 feet of air clearance.  Yesterday the vertical clearance was only 18 feet!

Once through the bridge we came up to the Welcome Center free dock.  There were a few spaces up on the floating piers but the fixed cement sidewall afforded much easier access on and off the boat so we went in there.  A couple of older guys helped with the lines and spent 30 minutes with us telling stories about their loop adventure.  Lucky they were there too since we're still collecting experience on docking by ourselves.  I should point out our boat's deck sits about 4-5 feet above most floating docks and getting a line on a cleat that low requires aerobatic talents long since atrophied.

Jimmy the dock guy on Sunday is a quite a character.  Great guy!  Met a nice couple from Satisfaction, a Grand Banks 36 going along the same route we are.  Also a couple of guys, on a sailboat we went through the lock with earlier.  

We went to Mcgreiveys to eat and then I wrote this and went to bed.

Cape May to New York

Area where I had to pivot the boat

We left Two Mile Marina at a reasonable hour of 8;30.  The current wasn't too strong so we took the stern line off and it swung out, let the bow line go and I pivoted the boat 360 degrees and we were off down the creek back to the harbor of Cape May.  We needed to stop for fuel and elected to try and get into Harbor View marina instead of negotiating the restricted marinas nearer the canal.  Besides, the price was the same, $3.59 a gallon.

Harbor View marina (red roofs)

Getting into Harbor View was a little difficult since I was seeing water levels around 4.7 - 5 feet crossing the harbor.  We draw 4.5 ft.  Once close to the entrance the water is deep again.  We made it in (on an ebb tide) and got tied up even with the strong current.  167 gallons which means we're getting almost 2.5 gallons per mile going 6 miles per hour.  Any faster and we'd be reducing that by half.  Mary the speed demon gets excited when we hit 8mph.

Anchorage near the Coast Guard station in Cape May

We fueled up and using the directions from the dock guy went back out to the harbor on a different route.  Same result though.  We didn't ground but the depths were no different.  We headed over to the anchorage near the Coast Guard Station and stayed for a few hours so we could time the entry into New York at daylight.   We left the anchorage around 11:30 am.  As we went out the inlet the navigation software didn't come up so Mary had to drive while I tinkered with the computer and got it up and running.

Cape May after leaving the inlet headed north

We had talked with Pierre and JoAnn off of Odyssey4 earlier and tried to make contact with them on the VHF but couldn't reach them.  We headed off shore about 3-5 miles and running at 6mph we got settled in for a long night.

Atlantic City about 10 miles out 

There were 2-3 foot waves initially but they calmed so all we had were 2 foot swells all the way to Sandy Hook.  We passed by Atlantic City on the way and it was visible from at least 10 miles out.  We didn't want to stop there because of the approaching weather.  We figured it would just be better to get into New York before the rain and wind and not risk getting stuck in some place for several days.

If your dryer vent isn't hooked up ....

We chatted with a few other boats on the radio otherwise it was a sedate several hours.  Mary did some laundry even though I haven't quite got the dryer vent completely hooked up yet.

Gadgets all lit up

Once it got dark, it also became interesting.  The night was pitch black, and a dense heavy fog rolled in after midnight.  Radar became important as did the radio.  I talked with at least ten other vessels from tugs, and tows to ships and some 80' sailing yacht from France.  .

Jiggly radar picture with only 3 targets.

Luckily it was calm and the radar display was very clear.  The fog prevented seeing any running lights so radar was the only thing we could use to find other vessels.  7 targets was the most I had on the screen at one time.

Dawn off Sandy Hook

Around 5:30am it began to get light as we passed by Sandy Hook.  Made coffee and woke Mary up at 6:30 as we headed into New York Harbor. Yes, we were gawking at the skyline and big ships moving in and out just like a bunch of tourists.  Only down side is that we also had to drive the boat ... and not into anything.  We finally got a hold of Odyssy4 for a brief chat (they arrived before us and anchored near Coney Island).

Verrazano Bridge and the Narrows

  We went through the Narrows and under the bridge.  Impressive bridge and very high!

Then through the inner harbor which is incredibly busy with boats of all types scurrying every which way.  They do not slow down either.

Anchorage entrance runs right along the sea wall back .

We weaved our way through all the traffic and found the entrance to Liberty Park anchorage which is just behind the Statue of Liberty.  It was a rather narrow entrance but the basin is pretty big except this time there were some construction equipment there.  Also discovered a ferry runs in and out as well as a construction crew boat.  So it wasn't all that peaceful and quiet.  The holding was marginal, at least for us.  We dragged and had to try three times to get the anchor to set which it finally did by putting out 100 ft. of chain.  Luckily there were only two other boats in there at the time.


Once re-anchored, we settled in and I went to bed early.   I've concluded I am way to old to stay up all night.

Heading to Norfolk May 21, 2013

Since I've been remiss in getting this blog updated recently I figure I'd publish a more recent adventure while trying to coordinate the massive number of pictures and notes I have into something more readable. 

What a great little town Norfolk. I spent a few months here when I was in the Navy and it sure looks different now than it did back in 19 ... ah, mumble mumble.  Ok, 1970.  But I'm getting ahead of my self.

Empty dock in the morning

We were the 2nd to last boat to leave Coinjock marina.  And not until 8:40am which is a more optimal time for us than these past 7am departure times we've been doing.  We met some nice people there, Dona and Calvin off of New Fidelity a Nordhavn 57 were two.  I met Donna as she was standing by the fuel pump.  600+ gallons takes a while to pump.  Another couple were on a Fleming 55 docked right behind us (yes, I had to put out boat right if front of their Flemming and their Flemming is worth more than 10 of ours so I went very, very carefully).  We were actually docked between the two boats.  Guess we keep really good company.

When we left we pretty much had the dock to ourselves.  So taking advantage of the situation we practiced taking off without anyone undoing our dock lines.  It may be a work in progress, but we didn't smash into anything and while it may not have been a sight worthy of a Coast Guard boat handling training film, it got us off the dock and we were bestowed with another few grains of wisdom.  By the time we're 100, we'll be able to drive anything.

Fired up the water maker in Coinjock sound just north of Coinjock.  We lost a membrane earleir and so the water maker is running ojn only two of its three membranse which means it only makes about 50 gallons and hour not 80 or 90.  Have to run the generator too since it sucks a lot of power. 










This journey led us through the Albemarle and Chesapeake Canal, 20 some miles of ditch through forest lands with bridges!.  At least it was deep though so no shoaling worries.  Only saw 1 other boat through the whole thing and that boat passed us.  Yes, it was another sailboat.  And your correct if you've deduced that we will never be isseud a speeding citation. 

Going through a swing bridge

Into Virginia we began running into more bridges making the going slow since they open on the hour or half hour and the distance between the bridges isn't always conducive for a specific arrival time.  There seems to be more swing bridges than normal opening spans.  But the bridge tenders were all colorful characters and very nice.

Typical Swing Bridge

Not much vertical clearance.  The road ways never seemed too heavily traveled but nonetheless the bridges adhere to a fixed opening schedule.

Great Bridge

Went thru Great Bridge after idling around for 20 minutes.  Ever try keeping a big boat within a small area with wind and current undoing every steadying maneuver you attempt trying to stay within a small area and not crash into several other boats struggling to do the same?  That's how I spell fun!

After 20 minutes the bridge opened and everyone shoots through there right to the Virginia Cut Lock. The lock has a port side which is rubber coated walls and a starboard side with concrete walls.  We of course, chose the concert wall since we had fenders out and I, being right-handed, just figured that was the way to go.  No boat damage but the fenders were not all that useful.  Another lesson learned.

Virginia Cut Lock.

The nice Lockmaster lady was very helpful and even commented twice on how nice a dog we had.  Of course Cleo immediately leaped off the boat and began rolling in whatever fetid material she could find along the lock wall just as the lock doors closed bringing the official looking sign stating DO NOT LEAVE YOUR BOAT into clear view.  So the dog had a great time, the Lockmaster had another stupid boater story and Mary and I were snarling at each other trying to keep the boat from smashing into the lock wall as the surging water filled the lock. Cleo frolicked and rolled much to the chagrin of us but to the delight of the lock master lady.  As the gates opened to let us out Cleo, sensing her life maybe in danger, wisely leaped back on the boat just as the boat in front of us took off. 

Entering the Norfolk Shipping port through, what else, but another bridge.

Running into Norfolk one passes through an industrial area with much shipping and ship traffic.  Very interesting place.  BUt very busy.  It began raining again as we made the turn up the Elizabeth river so all my good ship pictures turned out awful. 

We passed a few Navy ships in dry dock and there were these ever vigilant security boats in front of every one.   If your course deviated towards them and the navy ships they'd turn towards you.  I chose to run a course as far from them as possible.

We anchored at hospital point which is right in front of a big hospital.  There are several marina's very close by and the USS Wisconsin (BB64) was right across the river.  There were about 6-7 boats in the anchorage and the weather was pretty settled so no worries.  We hauled the dinghy down to run Cleo over to a  park where the naval museum and battleship are located.  There is a little unused marina right next to the Wisconsin where we tied up.  Convenient!

BB64 is big, big ship.  Oddly it has teak decks, something us older boat owners shy away from.  The condo building surrounds the ship berth.













Seems our KVH satellite has ceased to provide a signal. I'm guessing our free-be DISH account has bit the dust.  Alan, the former owner is a sweet man.  He gave us free satellite TV through his DISH account until June and I think it's finally over.   Mary is almost devastated but is too tired to complain much.  I dont watch TV much at all so no loss for me.  But we will have to straighten out the DISH account stuff in the next few days.

These long 50 mile days though navigation challenges can be exhausting.  We went to bed early!

Melbourne to Titusville March 13-14, 2013

Melbourne to Titusville 

ICW kicking up under strong north winds

We had originally planned to stop in Cocoa after a short run from Melbourne, but with the high winds and towing the dinghy we decided backing into a slip might be a bit too ambitious so we elected to press on past Cocoa and get near or into Titusville.  Although there are a number of nice anchorages in Cocoa, a favored one on the south side of the causeway didn't look very appealing and with the poignant reminder of last nights episode still fresh, we elected to pass.

Towing the dinghy seemed to marginally effect our fuel consumption.  It was really bouncing around back there so we were worried about damaging something but we had little choice.  I slowed down to about 5 - 6 knots during the worst stretches so it was a long day.








Plugging away into the howling wind we next decided to scrutinize a few anchorages south of Titusville, the Space Center Causeway being one that we thought we'd be able to manage.  We saw a few boats in there but they were really bouncing around and it didn't appear to be that large of an anchorage, so dialing back "adventure" to a more moderate level we by-passed that one as well.

Our next option was the mooring field at Titusville adjacent to the marina itself.  We thought we might grab a mooring ball more easily then entering a slip given the weather and of course that unhappy dinghy tethered right behind us.  Picking up a mooring is conceptually a very easy procedure.  You just grab a short line sitting on top of the mooring ball with an eye hook at its end and pass your dock line through it.  Then fasten the dock line to the boat and your snagged, securely bound to the mooring ball.

Typical mooring ball in calmer conditions

In practice (like so many things) it can be somewhat more complicated.  With waves, wind and a large boat susceptible to both, the ability to get close enough to the ball can present a challenge.  Add in the relatively high free board of our boat, and the more modest arm length of the mooring ball grabber (Mary), one can imagine one of those slapstick movie scenes emerging.  So with all that in mind we talked ourselves out of it and I called the marina and told them our situation and need of a side tie dock (since we had the dinghy off the stern).


They were most accommodating and found a spot for us.  Entering the narrow channel the dock was thankfully right there in front of us.  Did I mention that the wind and current were pushing us right into the marina and dock to the extent I had the engines idling in neutral?  Another one of those moments where your in control of an almost out of control large boat.  Unforgettable!  But being an old salt now (right?) I was able to get close and work the shifters so we just kissed the dock.  We had 3 of the 4 deck hands trying to keep us from squashing the dock pilings because of the wave surge and wind, while the fourth made a heroic effort to save our dinghy from being wedged under the dock.

End of C dock.  Marina entrance visible to the left

In a few minutes we were securely tied to the end of C dock.  Rocking in the surge for sure, but we had out 5 strategically placed fenders so weren't experiencing any apparent damage.  We moved the dinghy to the slip right next to us since it was getting battered around.  The winds and surge held steady and then began to lessen quite dramatically in the evening.  We of course said, "Great! We'll put the dinghy back aboard tomorrow morning before heading out".  So we left the dinghy where it was in the slip next to us.  And sure enough at 3am the winds began blowing strong out of the north again, right in through the marina entrance rocking us around.

The day was very windy and we calculated our chances of getting the dinghy aboard and getting off the dock (the wind was pushing us into the dock) were maybe not quite zero but close enough to dissuade any thoughts of leaving.  So we stayed another day.  I took advantage of the lull in travel and I got my bike off the boat and road about 4 miles through town to the local Ace hardware store where a seasoned cruiser named Mary help me gather up the necessary parts to re-assemble a functional snubber.

The boat was really banging on the pilings when I returned so we tried deploying additional fenders and re-situating the ones already out.  Even used a towel to help ease the scrapping.  It was marginally successful but as the day wore on the winds began to diminish as well as the surge.

Necessary planning tools:  Pepsi , Christmas ornament, sleepy dog 

We spent a few hours in the afternoon planning out the next days journey to Daytona.  It was getting pretty nice out if a little cool, but we decided to walk the mile or so to the Dixie Crossroads to try their sumptuous sea food delights.  Very good!

The next morning we were determined to leave and so after coffee we pulled the dinghy around from its slip next to us, deployed the davit and raised it.  But we couldn't get it properly situated over the cradle.  I think its because we had the crane adjusted in the wrong position effectively preventing us from swinging the dinghy over far enough to sit in the cradle correctly. Old Salts indeed!  So back down it went and on the tow line.  This presented a mild problem since I had to back away from the dock to turn and head out the entrance to the marina.  We came up with a plan to secure the dinghy to the port side which was the side away from the dock.  I'd back it out and then once we started forward out the entrance Mary would loosen the line holding it to the side of the boat.   And so we backed off the dock, and pivoted in the fareway adjacent to C dock and then out the marina entrance.  As we were headed out towards the ICW, I put the boat in neutral and took off the line securing the dinghy to the side.  And I tossed it in the dinghy on the first try so no dangling lines to foul a prop.  The tow line is poly so it floats.  All, in all another exciting episode.  Wish I had pictures of it.

Thus begins the segment of the trip to Daytona through Mosquito Lagoon and endless hours of flat water and little islets for the bulk of the day.

By the way, great place to stay, Titusville Marina!

Faber Cove in Ft. Pierce to Melbourne (March 12, 2013)

We successfully maneuvered our way out of Favor Cove at high tide so no issues.  6 feet of water was the lowest we encountered. on the way we passed by the Ft. Pierce Marina renovations which I suspect will make this marina a superb stop later this year for those coming south.

The ICW here is calm, pretty straight with a few bridges and eye catching homes on either side of the housing spectrum.  We encountered our first bascule bridge moving north.  It's been a decade since I've been on the VHF radio.  It all comes back in a hurry ... like riding a bike.  I couldn't recall the correct channel to call the bridge on though.  Turns out channel 9 is usually the one that bridges monitor although I have had to call on channel 16 twice.





Passing through an area north of Ft. Pierce, this is on example of some of the palatial estates.  Certainly not ever going to be one of my summer homes.  But they are an interesting sight.  How one would use so much space is beyond me.   I wont mention cleaning since I'm pretty sure these places are outside the bounds of a the typical owner cleaned home.

We had a first dolphin sightings.   I suspect they will become common place as we journey north.  They usually run in pods numbering 2-7 and although I only captured this one image, there were several instances of dolphins whizzing by us.  We aren't the speediest of vessels.   As my wife would comment, "...like being on the freeway when you're driving".

Approaching the Melbourne north causeway anchorage

We had selected two possible anchorages on either side of the Eau Gallie Causeway.  The northern anchorage is larger and deeper, the southern anchorage is better for northerly winds.  The weather indicated we'd be experiencing a wind shift from SE to NW in the early morning hours, about the time we'd be getting underway.  Or so NOAA thought.  We anchored around 5pm (without the snubber!) easily in the gentle southerly breezes.  So guess which anchorage we used?

Yeah, yeah I made a bad choice.  And even though Mary said anchor on the south side of the causeway, I still consider it a good learning experience .... a dark night with a howling north wind near a bridge and an anchor which actually dragged about 74 feet.  I know this because the anchor alarm was set for 75 feet and we were most assuredly we not in the same spot we were when I went to bed.

Basin behind the launch ramp in Melbourne

But early in the evening we got the dinghy down and ran the dog over to the shore.  Since it was so nice we took the dinghy for a little run and found this almost hidden marina and basin near the launch ramp on the southern side of the Causeway.  Very nice!  Had a nice grilled dinner aboard and a beautiful evening with calm winds and very little wave action.  Delightful.  Like anything lasts forever ...

Mary walking the dog in Melbourne area park

Anchored in Melbourne

Coffee motivation.  Lots of coffee motivation ...

Around 3am (why is it always 3am?) the winds switched and we started getting bounced around.  I was up every so often trying to determine if we were dragging which we did a little.  And it so so idyllic in the evening!






 We ran the dog into shore for a  walk and we're underway before 8:30.  With only one glitch.  We couldn't manhandle the dinghy into it's cradle.  The boat was rocking and the wind was too strong.  I'd add lack of experience, but we are old salts aren't we?  So thankfully we had a towing line (polypropylene so it floats) which I rigged up.  We raised the anchor and carefully maneuvered out to the ICW and headed to points north.

 Our planned anchorage was near Palm Bay. Plans, luckily, aren't bound by the hard-and-fast.  And in our case that was a good thing!

We're off on the Loop March 11, 2013

The gods of  mirth have conspired to send us out on a journey north.  And so for better or worse (hey, I remember saying that once before) we have left the dock at Loggerhead in Stuart for parts north.  Of course we departed during an ideal period, at least from a mirthful god's point of view.  A high pressure ridge moving down across Florida is bringing higher winds than we'd like especially considering our intent to anchor out as much as possible.  And it was howling from the south at times coming up the ICW, but we were moving north and the winds were blowing us that way so it was an easy ride.

The previous few days we've spent in feverish activity getting the boat ready.  What's that?  It doesn't look any different?  Oh, but you should look on the inside.  Actually other than the new name, most of what we've done has been interior work, basically cleaning etc.  Otherwise yeah, it looks pretty much the same even though we've spent countless hours doing "stuff".

Nyla, a marvelous person we met in Stuart does upholstery kinds of work and did up these cabinet inserts for Mary.  She also refurbished the forward (guest) stateroom bed.

And our Bikes, essential tools of hauling food, implements, and other required boat stuff, fit on the sundeck.  Well, fit might be a bit generous, but they are in and not outside so hopefully they'll last a little longer before rusting out.  Cant wait to try grilling and getting at the freezer when we power it up.





So we intended on getting up at 7am and leaving the dock at Loggerhead by 8:30.  Right.  We got up before 8am though which is pretty good for us.  After saying good bye to some great people, Fred and Judy, Lou and Joanie, Bob, Ralph, Peggy and Terry we left our slip (Thanks Fred and Joanie for the line help!).  We tootled over to the fuel dock for a paltry 155gal of diesel. I wont mention the cost except to say I have owned several cars costing twice as much.  After pumping out the holding tank we started up the engines and with the wind pinning us to the dock, I attempted to use a bow spring line to move the stern out from the dock.  It did, but not enough or so I thought so I tried to pivot the boat to move the stern further off the dock all the while forgetting I had the wheel hard to starboard.  It was another exciting docking moment and another lesson learned!   At the very least we're certainly providing a certain level of entertainment.  Oh, did I mention we also snapped off a fender tender clip when we docked?  The fun never ends!

So Long Loggerhead

It's somewhat sad leaving leaving Loggerhead.  So many great people, but one must move on at some point and for us this was a good time since we have to be in WI by March 25th and leaving the boat in Jacksonville seemed like a good place to start stage two of the journey.  The impetus to stay though was difficult to over-come ... I mean heated pool, convenient shopping, cocktails, friends, and the sense of ease being tied to a dock during less than pleasant weather.  But ... the call of adventure proved stronger!  And so off we went.



The trip up the river was uneventful.  It only got exciting at the crossroads (spot where the ICW and St. Lucie inlet cross) where we met a barge southbound and had to jockey around to make the turn up the ICW to head north.  The first time we encountered the crossroads several months ago we had no idea where to turn.  Really confusing until we studied the charts more closely.


We were running at about  7  knots which is slow but quite scenic.  Certain others I wont mention by name, are less enthralled with slow and scenic but compromise isn't really an option in this boat.  Nothing spectacular to see really, but relaxing none the less.  Followed this sailboat most of the afternoon.

A turn to starboard after marker Red 188 gets you into the anchorage on the east side of the ICW almost directly opposite of the Ft. Pierce marina which they are currently expanding and remodeling.  One very helpful mantra for navigating the ICW is "green to sea".  Green day marks and buoys are always on the seaward side of the ICW.   There are a few areas here to anchor but in southern winds we were experiencing it looked pretty rolley so we decided to try and enter Favor Cove further inside.  Good decision!  It was analogous to flipping off the fan switch... the winds just stopped and the seas were dead calm once we entered the cove.

Coming into the Cove.

It was a little dicey coming in over a well documented shallow area (4.7ft) but we cam in on a  low tide so shouldn't present a problem for anyone if the tides aren't at the low end.  We draw 4ft 2inches.

It turned out to be delightfully  calm in there as opposed to the anchorage areas we passed through when entering.  We are the only boat in here.  Very nice!  And it's much easier to get the dinghy down without the high winds too.  We, of course have to take the dog to shore.

We were the only boat in the cove which is surrounded by private homes.  Maybe not as scenic as some anchorages but very calm and peaceful.  We picked a spot with about 12 feet of water and let the anchor down.  Also decided to get out the snubber for practice.

For the curious sort, this is a snubber

We've only taken the dinghy down twice before.  But we're old salts now so this will a breeze.  Dinghy went into the water easily, and Mary and the lines off and stowed in short order while I surprisingly remembered where the keys were and got the dog and two life jackets ready.  The dog, unused to the rather extreme height from the swim platform, was not squealing for joy as I lifted her down.  But apprehension disappeared quickly enough.

Cruising with a dog does have it's issues., especially with one who's finicky about what and where "its" done.  We haven't, at this point, started attempting the pee on an Astro Turf mat quite yet.  And in Favor Cove there is a decided lack of places to walk your dog.   But with the dinghy down we had the option of finding someplace for the dog to "go".  It was about 13 hours, a long time to hold it!



We ended up heading into a private marina about a mile from where we were anchored.  No place to land the dinghy but this kindly couple working on their Hatteras invited us to tie up to their dock so we could walk Cleo thus averting an exploding dog scenario.  They gave us some pointers on dogs and mat peeing too.

Then it was back to the boat and grilling before indulging in a peaceful nights sleep.





We did manage to get up at 7am the next morning.  And it was dark, a little cool and generally not the tropical morning one expects.  Dog didn't seem to embrace the early morning either.  We took her over to the marina again, and got the dinghy aboard and secured.  I started the engines and Mary engaged the windlass to bring up the anchor. But first we had to get the snubber off....

... and off came off.  Literally.  Well actually the shackle on the eye hook of the snubber lost its pin and the chain hook fell to the bottom along with the shackle pin.  Oh boy!  So no snubber for our next anchorage stop, Melbourne.