1/25/02 Friday
We fly into Norfolk
International and Saturday morning we’re loading the boat with the help of our
good friend, Thomas. Meanwhile, Richard has sent the word to all our
diving buddies and the boat got a great send-off from Richard, Al and Linda,
Becky, Monroe, Kenny, Scott, Thomas and Hambone's Dad. So starts the journal.
Off at
10:05 and a great day. Had trouble with the depth finder but got it working
after we docked for the night. 6 hours of running, pulled into Great Bridge
about 4:00 p.m. Fueled up, got showers and moved the boat across the water to
another dock. Thanks for the tip, Thomas. Munk, Richard,
Al & Linda, Jonathan, and Frank & Paula showed up and we had dinner at Hodaddy’s.
What a great group of friends we have. First night sleeping on the boat. It
was wonderful.
1/27/02 Sunday 0600
The sun was rising and the morning was chilly,
hell it was down right cold. We cranked up the heater and wondered whether
to make breakfast or just shove off. The decision was made when we saw
headlights coming down the road. Jonathon and Debbie brought sausage biscuits, coffee
and newspapers to start our first day off right. At 0645, we pulled away
from the dock, bound for Florida. GPS won't lock in, which we found to be
normal for the entire trip. And the depth finder was out again. We
kept motoring, making sure to stay in the channel. Tried out the steering
from the wheelhouse for the first time. Worked great and knew it would
come in handy during the next 2 weeks. Suddenly, we feel a bump. As
we looked at one another, we realized that we had hit bottom. What a
sinking feeling. Lesson one, don't trust the charts. They said we
were in the middle of the channel but the channel had shoaled up. Anyway,
Hambone did his best to try and motor out but we kept hitting mud.
Finally, he decided to crank up the dingy and take the plow anchor out to deep
water. Then we pulled the bow so we were facing the right direction.
During one of the tries, we heard a metal snap. When we looked, we saw
that we had bent the steering arm up. The only thing Hambone could think
to do was bend it back and, oh my gosh, it didn't break. He reclamped it
and we crossed our fingers. Lesson two, don't try to steer in reverse.
Finally, after numerous tries, we see two fishermen in a bass boat coming
towards us. They offer to help and with their pulling and Lorrie motoring,
we were able to pull out. We pulled into the Coinjock Marina, hoping to
buy a new depth finder. They had nothing and knowing the Albemarle Sound
was coming up, we decided to stay put for the night. We needed a little
relax time anyway. Lord, this trip was starting out wrong.
1/28/02 Monday 0600
We had a good nights sleep.
Ate a good breakfast. I like cooking on the boat. We pulled out
about 0700. The weather was a little warmer, GPS was working, bottom
machine was
working. We were headed towards the Albemarle Sound. We hit the
Sound about 0900. Let me tell you about the Sound. The whole time we
were planning the trip, we were talking to people who had come down the Intercoastal Waterway. The one thing everyone agreed on was to watch out
for the Albemarle Sound. You see, it's pretty shallow, only about 15 feet
deep, and it comes real close to the Atlantic Ocean so the winds can get up a
bit. We were told we have to be very careful when we cross because it can
get real nasty. So, as we approach the Sound, all these warnings were
running through our heads. But someone was smiling down on us because the
Sound was smooth as glass.
We couldn't believe it. We got about halfway across and Hambone decides to
take the dingy, row out and get a picture of the Lorrie. There are no
words that can describe the feelings of that morning, mostly relief. The
thought of having to cross that body of water without a depth finder, with a
new boat, had my stomach in knots. But things were looking up. We
had no wind, no current and we were moving about 7 knots. The hope was we
could make our anchor spot, mile marker 127.
We hit the Alligator River/Pungo
River Canal at 3:30 in the afternoon. It was getting late but we decided
to push it to get to our mark. Hambone pushed her up a bit and at about
mile 112, he decided to stop and check the oil and transmission fluid. We
added a little of both, went to start the engine and nothing. Engine would
not start. Now, let me say a few words about the canal. It was a main cut-through for barges,
very narrow and stumps on both sides. Not the best
of places to be stuck. We pulled as far out of the channel as we could,
anchored up and hooked up the battery charger. Meanwhile, I'm trying to
reach someone on the radio. Tried to call SeaTow but the cell phone had no
signal. Finally, I reached the Dowry Creek Marina. They relayed our
call to BoatUS (SeaTow doesn't service up north) BoatUS was sending a boat
out to jump us. So we wait. And wait. We reposition the boat a
little closer to the stumps but we have to be careful. If a barge comes by
and causes a big wake, we could end up hitting one of those stumps, putting a
hole in the bottom of the boat and we sink.
As we're waiting, we look up
ahead and see the fog rolling
down the canal. We get a call from the marina. The tow boat had to
turn back. The fog was so bad they couldn't get to us. Looks
like we were here for the night. Hambone puts out a stern anchor and pulls
us a little bit closer to the shore and out of the channel. We didn't
sleep much but thank heaven, the fog
that kept us there also kept the barges home because we had no traffic.
1/29/02 Tuesday 0615
Up early and still
fogged in. Checked the charger and it was still reading low. I asked
Hambone to hit the button, just for the hell of it. Motor started right
up. Didn't know what was up but didn't care. We pulled anchor and
headed up the canal. We called Dowry Creek Marina to let them know we
were under way and headed there. We pulled in about 10:00 and Ted was
waiting on the dock to meet us. He was my voice at the other end of the
radio last night. We fueled up, gassed up and went to town in the Marina
car, looking for a bottom machine and lunch. Found lunch but no luck on
the depth finder. We left there at 12:30 and headed for our anchor point @
Bonner Bay. We had a great day and got there about 6:15. The sun was
setting and Bonner Bay was a cove off the ICW. The charts said we had
about 10 feet of water but without a machine, we were a little leery.
After all, we ran aground the first day out, despite what the charts said.
So Hambone took his trusty "manual" depth finder (boat hook) and started
poking. Depth was good. We dropped anchor and I started supper.
Spaghetti tonight. Hambone check the engine. Everything looked fine.
The moon started coming up about 6:40. What a great day. The best so
far. We plan to sleep in and tomorrow, we shoot for Morehead City.
We should be able to get a new bottom machine plus a backup.
1/30/02 Wednesday 0600
So we didn't sleep in but
we had a great night's sleep. We had a leisurely breakfast and headed to
Morehead City to get a bottom machine. Crossed the Nuese River. Not
too rough. Went though the Adam Creek Canal. Ended up following a
barge out. We were making 8.2 mph, with the current and wind on our stern.
Pulled into Morehead City Yacht Basin, just ahead
of the fog. We decided to walk across the street and
look at the Portside Marina. We liked it better so we decided to go around
to that one and dock. What a great marina. Nice folks and someone
waiting at the dock as we came up. The current was ripping and we had a
heck of a time docking but we managed. We heard what was to become our
favorite phrase,
"You can leave her tied up where she is". We took a cab to West Marine to
exchange the bad bottom machine. I talked Hambone into buying a cheap
backup, just in case. Went back to the boat and mounted everything.
Finally, all our instruments worked. Called our friends, Pete and Cindy. They
didn't want to come out, kids and all, but offered us a bed for the night.
We declined, we're getting real comfortable on the Lorrie. Had a great
dinner at a place called the Ice House. Highly recommend it to anyone
going to Morehead. Fantastic scallops and cornbread. Did some
chores, laundry and shopping before turning in. Hoping the fog lifts so we
can head out in the morning.
1/31/02 Thursday
Well, as you can see, we were fogged
in. This picture was taken in the middle of the
morning. We decided to finish our laundry, hoping that the fog would burn
off by 10:00. That was kind of
our deadline to get moving to make our next anchorage. We got talking to
some Coast Guard guys. They weren't going out either and they thought the
fog might last all day. You know what happens when you have time on your
hands? You start thinking of things to make the time pass. One of my
ideas was taking apart the transmission. First maybe I ought to explain
how the clamming rig was set up so you don't think I wanted to disable the boat.
Like I said, the Lorrie Lynn was a
clammer. She had a mast that held a boom. The boom was operated by a
transmission that came off the front of the motor. The transmission turned
the spool of rope, which raised and lowered the boom, thereby, raising and
lowering the tongs. In addition, there was a brake assembly (from a car)
that was worked with a foot pedal, that controlled the speed of the tongs.
Sounds complicated but it was surprisingly simple. Anyway, the spinning
transmission had me worried because if you bumped into it and put it into gear,
lord knows what would happen. And anyone knowing me knows that I'm not the
most graceful person around. Remember the incident, docking at Cobb's?
So, I had been wanting to take that thing apart and since we had time on our
hands and tools in the cabin, that's what we did.
We gave Larry and Anita a call and
arranged to see them later. Meanwhile, we explored the marinas.
Ended up at a place called Gilhooley's. It looked closed but the
door was open so in we went. We found out it was a private bar and not open for
business but we met the owner and got the full story of the bar over a couple of
beers. We ended up joining the club,
$10.00 a year, and
spending a pleasant couple of hours. Later, Larry and Anita came by the
boat and we gave them the grand tour. Then we went to supper at Rap's.
It was good to see them. It's been too long. We had a great time but
made it a early night. Hoping the fog lifts, we hit the sack at 9:30.
2/1/02 Friday
Up at 6:00 and no fog. We left
the dock at 7:00 and made great time with the tide running, averaging 8.5 mph,
but we lost our advantage at Bogue Inlet. We still averaged 6 but we hit
high winds and strong currents. But we did get lucky. We were
approaching the Surf City Highway Bridge and the book said that it opens on the
hour. We figured we'd get there about 4:15 but those strong winds worked
in our favor. The bridge didn't open at 4:00 and they had a couple of
boats waiting. They opened at 4:30 so we actually gained 30 minutes.
This let us make our anchorage before the sunset. We pulled into a pretty
nice marina and found out that the staff goes home at 1:00 so we couldn't get
fuel. But then again, there wasn't anyone around to pay either. We
ended up leaving them money in a envelope because they had great facilities, hot
showers, etc.
We docked next to a nice gentleman by the name of
Richard. He and his dog Oxy, were heading south to Florida from Mass.
We asked him to join us for supper but he had eaten. He took us up on the
offer of a drink after dinner and we enjoyed his stories. He had quite a
dog, understood commands in German and was a perfect boat dog. Calm and
just laid at his feet the whole time he was on our boat. We had a nice
evening and made plans to head out early in the morning. We had the Cape
Fear River to cross.
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