St. Leonard's Creek, MD - On the move again!

[Kevin's Post] Yes, it's true we have finally departed Solomons. After almost 6 weeks of going nowhere, we still remembered how to drive the boat. We really liked it there, it was great being so close to a west marine (and grocery store, and post office) which allowed us to really knock out a bunch of boat projects. But we're definitely ready for a change of scenery. The forecast is for temps in the 70's and low 80's for the next week or so, exactly what we've been waiting for. Unfortunately, the forecast also is for rain and strong winds due to Ernesto. We can take the wind and the rain, but the heat is the real issue, so hopefully it will stay cool. We cruised up the Patuxent about 9 miles to a lovely place called St. Leonard's Creek. The creek has high banks with tall trees so should provide very good wind protection in the event Ernesto is worse than forecasted. Right now, they are forecasting only 20-25 knot winds, which is nothing extraordinary. But things can change. We'll probably stick around here for a few days until the rain lets up.

Boat Projects completed at Solomons
Genset: replaced raw water pump, cleaned heat exchanger, replaced coolant, changed oil, improved ventilation ducting, repaired hatch scupper leak
Port Engine: fixed steamy exhaust problem by replacing exhaust elbow, cleaned heat exchanger, swapped tachometers
Stbd Head: replaced joker valve
Port Head: replaced shower sump float switch
Galley: replaced leaky drinking water faucet, repaired main sink faucet, defrosted freezer
Outboard: replaced impeller, replaced gear oil, replaced trim tab zinc, rehubbed prob and reinstalled.
General: rearranged locker storage to stow bikes, reorganized fwd stateroom storage (junk room)

After completing all that work we thought we were good to go for at least a week as far as things breaking, but as soon as we left the dock we noticed the onboard GPS is completely dead. Not a big deal since we only use the chartplotter GPS anyway, but another thing that we need to fix eventually. But not today.

Where we are:
Location=St Leonards Creek
Lat=38 24.302 N
Lon=76 29.009 W

Solomons, MD - Lost Verizon

"We never stop working for you". At least that's what they claim -- until they do, in fact, decide to stop working for you. The other day Kevin noticed that our Verizon broadband card (that gives us fast internet access anywhere we get a cell phone signal) had stopped working. He called customer service to see if they could fix it and was transferred to the fraud department where a very angry, very rude woman informed him that the service had been discontinued because he had "violated the terms of service". Kevin politely asked how the terms had been violated, and approximately when, and what specifically he had done. Rude lady then snapped back that Verizon did not have to tell him any specifics, only that he had violated the terms and that he'd been cut off and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Kevin was appalled at her attitude, and told her so, but she still would not give out any details. So if anyone was considering using Verizon broadband cards: buyer beware! Apparently they have an unadvertised usage limit on their 'Unlimited' broadband service that we exceeded. We do still have the cell phone service, and whenever we are near wi-fi we will have internet access, but the days of surfing the internet from remote anchorages are gone. Sigh.

Today UPS delivered two huge packages for us -- our new folding bikes. They are pretty neat -- they fold right in half and the handlebars fold down as well to make a neat little package. They don't look like your average ten-speed, but they get the job done. We took them out of the boxes, made a few adjustments, and took off for the grocery store. It's nice to have a new way of getting around. Kevin found the perfect place to store them, they both fit right in front of the genset with room to spare.

Solomons Island, MD - Amanda in DC

You can tell things have been quiet around here by the lack of posts. However, last weekend I did go into DC to visit Carrie, Dan, and four-month-old Sammy which was great. My day started at 5am on Friday, taking a cab to the next town to catch the commuter bus, which put me in DC at around 7am, way too early to see any sights. So I hung out at the Old Post Office (which is now a cafeteria) and at 9 am I wandered over to the Ford Theater, the site of Lincoln's assassination. Then I meandered around some of the Smithsonian galleries until it was time to catch the metro to visit Carrie.

Their house is adorable, and it is located near just about every possible shopping outlet and chain restaurant you could dream up. The house is huge -- especially to me after living on this boat for so long -- and they have a nice back porch where they've got Dan's latest purchase -- a massive bbq grill. So for dinner on Friday he grilled up some delicious steaks and portabella mushrooms. Then Saturday, Carrie and I got to work on covering the bright orange wall in the kitchen with a more sedate white. For some reason, the previous person had settled on a color scheme of sky blue and tangerine (!?) so Carrie has been slowly working to bring that color scheme to a more neutral tone. The orange had to go. With two people working, we had it done in no time and it was a big difference. It makes me wonder what my renters think of my "high noon" (desert brown) accent walls in my house. Oh well, too bad.

Dan kindly volunteered to babysit Sam while Carrie and I indulged in a chick flick -- "The Devil Wears Prada". I had low expectations, it is a fashion movie after all, but Meryl Streep never fails to deliver so it was actually pretty good. Of course the quality of the film was only secondary to the real reason for being at the movies: an excuse to indulge in movie popcorn with extra butter. The next evening, Carrie and Dan hosted a dinner party with another couple, Sean and John. Sean is an adventure traveler and has been all over, including a trip where she followed the route of the Tour de France while Lance Armstrong was riding in it. So hearing her

stories was really interesting.

I had a jam-packed weekend, got to catch up with Carrie, was able to hold, feed, and play with little Sam to my heart's content. He is so smart and such a good baby; it didn't even phase him to have this strange person making ga-ga eyes at him all the time -- he just went with the flow. You can tell he will be a real people-person, just like his parents. On the way back I realized that neither Carrie nor I took ONE SINGLE picture, even though we talked about it many times, and even left the camera out at one point to be sure to take photos. So I have manufactured one of Carrie, me, and Sam in front of the tangerine orange wall. That's the beauty of photoshop.

On the way back from Carrie's I stopped in at the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History to have a look at the Hope Diamond (enormous 45 carat blue diamond). I wandered around the rest of the jewel exhibit, checking out how my engagement ring stacks up against the worlds biggest gems. I think it looks okay, especially when I "jedi-mind-trick" the photo so that it looks about the same size.

Solomons Island, MD

[Kevin's Post]Over the past few weeks I have been overhauling the genset cooling system. I replaced the raw water pump with a new one with a higher capacity. I took apart the heat exchanger and discovered that the coolant side of the heat exchanger had so much scale built up that it was actually restricting the coolant flow through the heat exchanger. Also, a coating of mineral deposits doesn't do much for your heat transfer either. So, I soaked that in acid for a few minutes and it is good as new (see the before and after pictures). I probably could have stopped right there, but after reading about antifreeze, I learned that antifreeze is actually a pretty bad coolant. It's primary job is to not freeze (hence the name anti-freeze). It is actually a much worse coolant than plain old distilled water. By a lot. In fact, if you can guarantee you'll never see freezing temperatures (which I can) you don't even need antifreeze. But you do need the corrosion inhibitors that the antifreeze provides. So I am now running straight distilled water plus a product called 'water wetter' which provides the corrosion inhibitors (and reduces the surface tension of the water to make it an even better coolant). After all this, the engine on the genset is running about 35 degrees cooler. I don't even think the thermostat is opening up completely at this point.

I have discovered the physical law of 'Conservation of Brokenness'. This law states that upon fixing one thing, something else will either break, or reveal its true state of brokenness. It's uncanny. Every time I declare victory over one problem, within a few hours a new one of equal significance appears. For example, I replaced the water pump on the genset, and the SAME DAY the float switch on the shower sump dies. I replaced the genset coolant, and within a few hours I go to change the oil and oil change pump impeller has stripped all it's vanes and won't pump. Now that the diesel on the genset is working great and can handle a 30 amp load without any effort, the generator (the part of the genset that is attached to the engine and converts rotation to electricity) is overheating and shutting down. So, now that goes to the top of my list of major boat issues. Stay tuned.

Anybody tried out the Google Earth stuff? We haven't heard from anybody who has actually tried it yet.

Editorial Note - Google Earth

We've added a cool new feature to the blog. If you look to the left, you'll see a map which contains a link to our current position using Google Earth. Google Earth, for those of you who haven't heard of it, is basically an electronic globe which uses satellite imagery covering every inch of the planet. The amount of detail is incredible. By clicking the map on the left, you'll be able to see a birdseye view of our exact location. You can zoom in, zoom out, and look to see what else is nearby. Before you try it for the first time, you'll need to download and install the Google Earth Client which you can get by following the link below the map on the left. It is free. After it is installed, click on the map to the left, it will launch Google Earth.

Solomons Island, MD

[Kevin's Post]When we were in the Bahamas, our outboard propeller hub got damaged rendering it unusable. There is this rubber part in the hub of the propeller which is designed to fail if you hit something (or several somethings) and protects the engine and the transmission from damage. In our case, ours failed just from throttling up too fast (we were in 20 feet of water). But most likely it was already damaged and just finally gave out. It is supposed to be easy and cheap to fix, but nobody in the Exumas could do it so we broke down and bought a new one. We waited 2 weeks and paid $265 for an $85 propeller that wasn't even the right pitch. That's boat maintenance in the Bahamas. The reason I am bringing all this up is because last week I shipped the old prop to get it rehubbed (to Kansas of all places). They rehubbed it and shipped it back to me the same day they received it. They charged us $33 and it is good as new. I could have fedexed it from the Bahamas, had it repaired and shipped back cheaper and faster than what we did. Another expensive boat maintenance lesson. Anyway, the silver lining is that at least now we have a spare prop for the outboard which is a very good thing to have. We met lots of other boaters that also damaged their prop hubs, one of them even resorted to buying a whole new outboard (faster than getting a new prop). If you ever need a propeller repaired, I highly recommend Midwest Propeller Service in Olathe, Kansas. http://www.midwestpropeller.com/

Amanda abandoned ship this morning to go spend the weekend at Carrie's new house and help paint their kitchen. I am staying with the boat babysitting the air conditioning strainer. There is a commuter bus that runs from nearby to DC and she will take the Metro from there. It only runs Monday-Friday so she won't be back till Monday.


We finally got our professional wedding photos recently (also on Bahamas time) and uploaded them to snapfish. So, if you wanted any prints but didn't want to pay 6 bucks, you can get them now for 12 cents. Or, if you want a pillowcase with my picture on it those are $19.99. The wedding album link on the left is updated to go to the new snapfish album.

Solomons Island, MD - Sammy the Sailor

This morning my friend Darlene said, "Write a post already." I know, I know -- the posts are few and far between, but honestly some days nothing exciting happens. So if you want to see entries like, "Hot outside. Watched TV." then that's what you'll get. CBS comes in really well on our rabbit ears and we are hooked on the American Idol rip-off "Rock Star: Supernova". Exciting, huh? See, Dar, I told you -- be careful what you wish for.

However, this was a pretty eventful week for us. First we ran into our old friends on Paragon (who we met down in the Bahamas and seem to run into fairly often). During the two weeks we've been here at the dock, they passed through Solomons, raced up to New York City, toured around there for a week, and got back again. Meanwhile, what did we do? (See the above paragraph...) Anyway, we had a nice dinner with them before they had to take off and continue down to Virginia.

The highlight of the week was seeing our friends Carrie and Dan and their new baby, little four-month-old Sammy. It was the first chance I'd had to see little Sam and he is adorable! Of course, we had to take the requisite "sailor hat" photo. The five of us went down to the boardwalk area to have lunch and walk around a little bit. I loved getting the chance to hold the little guy and seeing him smile his little toothless grin. I think Kevin was a little worried there that I might start campaigning for a munchkin of our own but rest assured I can't imagine having a baby on board a boat. It was great to have a chance to see them and the baby, thanks so much to Carrie and Dan for making the four hour round-trip.

Solomons Island, MD

[Kevin's Post]Not much to report here. We're still at the marina in Solomons Island enjoying the facilities. It is brutally hot here this week, it is supposed to get to 100 today and tomorrow. The water is so thick with jellyfish that the air conditioning through-hull is getting clogged on a regular basis. At night the water looks like something out of a horror movie there are so many of them. Luckily the through-hull is on the outside and not between the hulls, otherwise it would be impossible to clean without getting in the water. As it is I can reach it with a brush on a pole since it is only a couple feet below the waterline. There is a grill over the through-hull which keeps big stuff out and a strainer inside the boat that catches the smaller stuff. THe jellyfish are getting sucked against the grill and blocking the water flow. I'm having to clean it several times a day, but it is a small price to pay to keep the air conditioning running.

When we're not battling the jellyfish, we read, watch movies/tv, surf the internet, balance things on the cat's head, and occasionally do some work on the boat. I've dismantled the entire cooling system on the genset and have finally tracked down the correct parts manual for the genset diesel. So now I can actually order replacement parts. Its tough to get up the energy to do any projects outside with it being so hot, and we don't have too many inside projects.

Solomons Island, MD - Antennas and Tentacles

Well we have network TV again (kind of). Kevin tried to re-mount the glomex TV antenna on the bimini (instead of at the top of the mast, where it used to be). That didn't work so well, all we got was snow. Then Kevin got the idea that we could cobble together our own TV antenna. After looking on the internet on how to build your own, we were pretty discouraged. Look it up sometime. Almost every website started with "so you are crazy enough to try to build your own antenna..." It appears to be a highly involved technical feat. So we ended up just buying a $20 pair of rabbit ears. We get most major channels, but only between the hours of 8pm-9pm. At all other times, we can get maybe one channel with picture and sound, and the rest of them come in either sound only or picture only. But hey - now we can watch some of the reruns from the past TV season! By the way, is anyone else sick of the "Head On. Apply directly to the forehead...Head On. Apply directly to the forehead." commercials? One day of TV and already we hate that commercial with a passion.

We've been enjoying the air conditioning, but today we ran into a minor snag. For some reason the compressor shut off and wouldn't click back on again. Kevin checked the through-hull for the heat transfer system (the a/c sucks in raw water from the bay to keep the unit from overheating). What he found was shocking -- literally. Sea nettles (jellyfish) had gotten sucked up into the strainer and were clogging up the system. So he put on the rubber gloves and cleaned out the tentacles from the inside, then scrubbed the outside of the through-hull with a scrub brush. Problem solved, at least until we suck up some more. It's inevitable, since they are everywhere, floating like silent stinging ghosts all around the boat. Well, we are off to try out the "Naughty Gull" restaurant's shrimp & crab cake dinner. Don't you just love boating puns?

Solomons Island, MD - Outboard Fixed

We had a productive weekend. Well, one out of three days was productive anyway. On Friday, with the new parts obtained from the shack down the street, we were able to fix the overheating problem with the outboard engine. Unfortunately it required taking the outboard off the dinghy and hoisting it (150 lbs) into the cockpit. We have a 4:1 block and tackle that made it easy to lift the thing (even I was able to do it). Once it was in the cockpit, Kevin had to work at taking the thing apart since some of the bolts had corroded and were stuck. But eventually he got to the actual problem -- the impeller. It's a kind of flimsy rubber gear that is round and has six arms sticking out of it. The arms are what keep the cooling water flowing through the engine. Two of the arms were shorn clean off while the remaining four were cracked. So we were pretty sure we had found the problem. We put in the new impeller and put everything back together, then lowered the outboard back onto the dinghy. We went for a test drive around the creek and, yay, no steam! So we've crossed one item off the maintenance list.

Meanwhile, it was rainy most of Saturday and Sunday so we were able to catch up on a bunch of movies from the video store. Some were good (16 Blocks) and others were lame (Firewall) but at least it was something to pass the time. We are trying to figure out the public transportation here. So far everything we need is within walking distance, but "Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby" opens in a couple weeks so we want to figure out how to get to the movie theater. Will Ferrell in a racecar movie? That is a must-see.

Solomons Island, MD - Service With A Smile

Well we are getting the most out of our time here at the marina. First things first, we went and got some free breakfast from the hotel. Then Kevin started working on the genset while I walked to the grocery store before it got too hot. When I got back, I saw two unfamiliar pairs of shoes outside the boat and discovered that a couple passing by had struck up a conversation with Kevin, peppering him with questions about the boat. So he invited them in for a tour. When I got there they were just explaining how they hope to buy their own boat someday and go cruising. We chatted for a bit and they thanked us for inviting them aboard and were on their way.

Kevin's got two projects going at the moment, both of which require us to order some parts: fixing the overheating generator, and fixing the overheating outboard. We decided to start with the generator. We went over to another marina which claims to be a "Beta Marine Dealer" (beta marine sells marinized Kubota generators which is what we have). This was a huge complex, with a machine shop and a service department proclaiming in huge lettering on the wall "Beta Marine". However, once Kevin asked to take a look at the parts manual so he could tell them which part to order, they told us that they didn't have one and that if we wanted to order our own copy it would be $40. Forty dollars, just to be able to tell them what we really wanted to order! Crazy. So we postponed that chore, since Kevin has found a company on the internet who can get us a manual for $15.

Next up was finding a water pump service kit for the outboard. After our strikeout with Beta Marine we weren't hopeful, but we walked down the street to Solomon's Boat Rentals which turned out to be a tiny shack on a dock full of runabouts. A sign with tiny font said, among other things, "Tohatsu" (that's our outboard brand name). We looked at each other and shook our heads, we were sure we wouldn't be able to get the outboard parts we needed. But we decided to knock on the door anyway. We entered the building (a 10 x 10 room) and explained to the guy what we needed and asked if he could order it for us. He smiled and said, "You know what, I actually have a service kit right here. Got it in a shipment today." And he literally reached out from where he sat and produced exactly what we needed! This NEVER happens. It is ALWAYS a rigamarole to obtain the part you need. I gaped in astonishment as Kevin paid the man and then the guy actually printed out a diagram and explained what needed to be done. We walked home with huge stupid grins on our faces. It doesn't take much to make our day.

Solomon's Island, MD - Cooling Off

So we have bit (bitten? bited?) the bullet and after much soul-searching decided to just break down and pay for a marina slip for the hottest part of the summer. This way, we will have shore power all the time and can run both air conditioners at once, we'll also get a lot of boat projects done, and we won't feel bad leaving the cat alone on the boat (since we can leave the a/c on). We found a great rate at Beacon Marina in Solomon's Island, plus we are within walking distance of everything - grocery store, marine store, post office, liquor store, video rental, etc. Plus the marina is part of the Comfort Inn, so they've got a pool and continental breakfast. We are actually both kind of excited to have a temporary "home" -- Kevin is already mentally working his way through a list of boat projects, and I am thinking we can maybe do some sightseeing and rent bikes and stuff. Boris is ecstatic -- after only a few hours he already looks and acts about 5 years younger (I was getting worried about him there with the heat).

The dockmaster, Jerry, was really great about checking us in and getting us settled. They have a few other cruisers staying here who are on their boats during the week, but the majority of the boats are just weekender-type boats. We met one of our neighbors, a guy with an accent (German? Austrian? South African? We couldn't tell for sure) who was unabashedly curious when he found out we were on a boat, and a catamaran no less. "So you are on a catamaran? Those are expensive boats. How are two people so young living on such a boat -- are you rock stars or something?" To which Kevin replied, "Kind of; we're computer programmers." Rock on.


Where we are:
Location=Solomons Island, MD
Lat=38 19.991
Lon=76 27.651

Whitehall Bay, MD

[Kevin's Post] It's 5pm here and 100 degrees in the cockpit of the boat according to our indoor/outdoor thermometer. We've been trying to hold off running the genset/air conditioning until we can't stand it anymore. Today we made it until 3 pm when it was 93 inside the boat and about 96 outside. We still don't really trust the genset, so we are very careful about running it. We try to keep the load and runtime to a minimum. But, we've still been running it 6-8 hours a day for about the past week just to keep conditions on the boat tolerable. If we didn't have a cat onboard, it wouldn't really be a problem, we could just leave the boat and forget about it. But with the cat, we need to keep the boat reasonably cool at all times. The genset seems to be fairly stable as long as we keep the load under 20 amps, or about half the rated capacity. Higher than that one of three things will happen: A) the diesel engine part of the genset will overheat and shut down the genset, B) the generator will overheat and shut down the genset, C) the vacuum of the fuel pump will suck enough air in through a leak in the fuel filter assembly to shut the genset down. We've run about 50 hours without B or C happening, but A has happened a couple of times because we pushed the load up to 25 amps. The 20 amp limit means we can run either one of our two air conditioning units, but not both. Fortunately, the boat is pretty comfortable with just one running. Boris sleeps right on top of the AC vent.

Today I spent most of the day looking through all the marinas in the northern Chesapeake trying to find one where we might be able to escape the heat for a few days without breaking the bank. Surprisingly, there are some pretty good deals to be had once you get outside of the major tourist spots. We've been waffling back and forth about whether to continue north to get out of the heat or just wait it out here. The Chesapeake is a bit hotter than we expected it be. The boat is pretty comfortable until the outside temp gets above around 85, above that you either have to run the AC or sweat. New England last summer was great, so we hadn't really figured out what our temperature limits were. We thought about going up to New England for the rest of the summer, but it is about 600 miles round trip from here. Going there would mean about a week of travel time each way, plus waiting for a weather window each way, and we are thinking that it is too late in the year to justify it. Plus, 600 miles on the boat means fuel expenses, maintenance expenses (something breaks every day, but less often when you are laying in the bunk reading), and various other wear and tear expenses.

It's too hot to go outside and take a picture, so here is one from last summer that we never posted. It was taken by a helicopter. God only knows why we had a reef in the main.

Whitehall Bay, MD - One Year Older

So today I am officially "in my thirties" instead of just "thirty". You know, I would have thought I'd feel panicky at getting a year older but I don't feel any different. I guess that means I get to postpone my midlife crisis at least another year. Today was wonderful though. Kevin made pancakes for breakfast (apple cinnamon, even) and they were fantastic. And he grilled up a fabulous steak birthday dinner. I basically didn't lift a finger today except to eat and read. And open my present, which was completely unexpected.

Earlier this week, while Jess and I were busy shopping, Kevin had secretly bought a necklace. And not just any necklace. It was called a "wish pearl" and it was actually a kind of necklace "kit". In one part of the box it had a necklace with a cage where you would put a pearl. In the other part, there was a small see-through can (like a tuna can, only transparent plastic) that contained an oyster immersed in isopropyl alcohol. So you actually opened up the oyster to find the pearl that had been cultured, then you washed it off and could put it in the cage-type locket. It's a surprise because you have no idea beforehand what shape, size, or color the pearl will be. The pearl inside my oyster turned out to be a very pretty cream/peach color. Surprisingly, the oyster did not smell fishy, instead it smelled like alcohol. Not surprisingly the instructions in the box said very explicitly in several places: "Do not eat the mollusk. If ingested, contact a physician immediately." I can't imagine someone thinking, "Hey -- jewelry plus a little snack!" but I guess they had to cover their bases, right?

Thanks to everyone for the phone calls, letters, gifts, and emails. And of course thanks to Kevin for being the wonderful husband that he is and making my birthday such a special occasion.

Annapolis, MD - Still in Annapolis

[Kevin's Post]
We've had a nice visit with Jessica over the past few days, she left this morning at 4 AM to get to the airport for a 6:50 flight to Chicago. On Tuesday we went on a pub crawl hitting some of the local bars and taverns. Wednesday and Thursday we did as much sightseeing as we could handle between the the intolerable heat and the downpours. Yeah, we know, it's hot in Phoenix too, so no sympathy from you. We are kind of kicking ourselves for not going farther north earlier. Every time we check the weather, we see the temps in Newport are about 10 degrees cooler. But July is supposed to be the hottest month and at least its half over. Anyway, enough complaining about the heat. We still really like Annapolis. While Jess was here we hit some of our favorite eateries (Middleton tavern and Mangia) and tried a few new ones (Chick & Ruth's Deli, Acme, and Ram's Head tavern), and even grilled on the boat one night. We especially liked Chick & Ruth's Deli which has a huge menu, cheap eats, and unbelievably cheap beer. I'm sure we'll be going back there. The weather was not great, so we didn't get any sailing in on this trip. We just stayed on a mooring in Annapolis harbor the whole time. But that's ok, Jess promised to visit us again next spring sometime when we are in the Caribbean. There will be plenty of sailing next time.

After Jess left we did 5 loads of laundry in town, then left Annapolis harbor to anchor out across the Severn river in Whitehall Bay. Annapolis is insane on the weekends with tons of boat traffic and it is much quieter here. We had to order some parts for the outboard which won't come until early next week so we didn't want to go far. The outboard has been overheating recently if we run it for more than a few minutes, so I ordered a water pump service kit which will hopefully solve the problem. Another great thing about Annapolis is that you can get any boat part or boat service you could possibly need from somebody within walking distance. It's a great place to get stuff fixed. After we get the outboard taken care of we plan to head over to the eastern shore of the Chesapeake and then up to Baltimore.

Annapolis, MD - Week in Review

Kept forgetting to take time out to write a post all week while my parents were visiting. So I'll sum up the week:
July 4 - We all went ashore together and had a nice lunch at Middleton Tavern and then showed my parents around town and the Naval Academy. At 3:30, about an hour before the parade was going to get started, the skies started to darken and big thunderheads rolled in. We had just enough time to pick up a frozen pizza and some beer and head back to the boat to get the hatches closed just in time before it started pouring. The rain only lasted an hour and we were actually grateful since it cooled things off a lot. We later found out that Main Street was so flooded they had to reroute the parade. We decided to just hang out on the boat and we had a great view of the fireworks from the bow.

July 5 - We headed into Washington DC to do a little sightseeing. We hit the Museum of American History first, which was almost information overload. There's just so much in there - they had exhibits on the American Presidency, the History of American Wars, History of Transportation...by the time we were done our brains were swimming. Of course just as we were ready to move on to the next museum it started raining, but we figured what the heck and walked down to the Air and Space museum anyway even though we all got soaked. We did check out the Wright Brothers plane, the Spirit of St. Louis, and Chuck Yeager's plane (first plane to break the sound barrier). By this time the rain let up a bit and we hailed a taxi to take us down the mall to the Lincoln Memorial and Vietnam Memorial. Itwas the first time my dad, a Vietnam veteran, had seen the wall and unfortunately because of the rain the names didn't stand out like they would if it were dry so it was a little hard to read, but even still it makes an impact to see the more than 58,000 names. Afterwards we walked down to take a peek at the White House from the south lawn side and then headed back to Annapolis and had a fantastic dinner at Buddy's seafood buffet. When we got back to the boat we played a round of Scrabble which my dad won (only because on the first turn he used all his letters to spell "LOITERS". It was a lucky break.)

July 6 - My parents decided that they'd seen the main things they wanted to see in DC, so instead of going back we went to the movie theater to see Superman Returns, which ended up being very good. My parents did a little souvenir shopping in downtown Annapolis after the movie. Then since it was Donna's birthday we went out to a nice dinner at Mangia's which is a great little Italian restaurant.

July 7 - Turned out to be a perfect day for sailing, so we headed out of Annapolis and south to Galesville which is a small town with three restaurants and several marinas. An unfortunate mishap occurred as we were pulling into the fuel dock -- I was cleating off a line but the boat was still moving and I got a pretty bad rope burn on both hands -- tore through several layers of skin on some of my fingers. It was our first serious injury in the year we have lived aboard. Luckily our well-stocked first aid kit had everything we needed to bandage me up and we were able to pick up a mooring in the harbor and go check out the town. Dinner was at a seafood place called Thursday's where we had a nice view of the water.

July 8 - We met up with my Aunt Judy (Dad's sister) and her husband Jim who live about an hour away in Frederick, MD. They drove down to Galesville in time to join us for lunch and drinks at one of the other restaurants - Pirates Cove. Arrrgh! Afterwards we all piled into the car and drove into Annapolis so that we could do a little more souvenir shopping and check out the town a bit more. Then it was back to Galesville for a few beers on the boat and then we all had a fantastic meal at Thursday's again. It was nice that Judy and Jim could come out and spend the day with us while my parents were here.

July 9 - After breakfast we headed into town to see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie. It was a fun film and it was cool to watch for some of the actors and stuntmen that we'd met while we were on Grand Bahama where they were filming. Afterward it was back to the boat and by early afternoon it was time to say goodbye to my parents. We had such a nice visit this week and hopefully they had a fun and relaxing vacation. We know we had a great time: we have never eaten so much or so well since we've lived on the boat -- every day they took us to lunch and/or dinner (thanks, guys!) and we just had a wonderful time with them both. So now we have one day to rest and clean up before we get to do it all over again when my sister Jess gets here on Tuesday...

Annapolis, MD - Couch Potatoes

So last Friday night we decided to finally see some new movies. Well, new to us anyway. So we looked up the nearest Blockbuster which was only a mile and a half away. Well worth the walk. We ended up renting like nine videos and basically spent all weekend hibernating on the boat working our way through them. Some were overrated (King Kong, for example. Okay, we GET it...everything on the island is big...) but others were really good (Walk the Line, A History of Violence). It was nice to take a break and just veg out in front of the TV.

Of course, that's not all we did. Since my parents are coming to visit we had a long to-do list to get ready. So we spent at least a part of each day working through that: finish cleaning up the oil in the bilge, fill up water tanks, clean the boat, and most importantly -- find a place for them to park the rental car. Annapolis is crazy with respect to parking spaces. There are no free parking spaces in the town - everything is metered or decal. So we went over to the Eastport side and hopefully found a nice place for them to meet us after their flight and park the car. They arrive at 2am tonight, so I am looking forward to seeing them and watching the fireworks in Annapolis from the boat. (We originally planned on going to DC for fireworks but decided it would be too crazy). Happy Fourth of July everyone!

Annapolis, MD - Exxon Valdez Redux

Unbelievable! At 9:30 this morning we were in the Rhode River, about 12 miles south of Annapolis. We had started the engines and Kevin was just getting ready to bring up the anchor when BEEEEP! The oil alarm on the port engine started going off. We shut down the engine and went below to investigate the engine compartment -- oil was everywhere! Kevin looked down and said "I can't believe this - we lost another oil gallery plug. This is the EXACT SAME THING that happened last year two days before your parents came to visit over fourth of july." An oil gallery plug is a small metal plug shaped like an eraser. For whatever reason, Volvo presses these plugs into the engine block instead of using threaded screws. Last year when this happened, Kevin and my dad actually drilled a larger hole, threaded it, and plugged up the hole with a threaded plug. Luckily Kevin had purchased more threaded plugs than he needed last year, so we would theoretically be able to get this fixed today before heading to Annapolis. I was sure glad we hadn't pulled the anchor up - at least we wouldn't have to go into Annapolis harbor on one engine.

So we got to work. First things first: we had to clean up the oil spill in our engine compartment. We had lost about a gallon of oil, and some of that had found its way down into the bilge. Luckily it wasn't enough to kick on our automatic bilge pump, which might've discharged it overboard (which is totally illegal). So to avoid creating an oil slick, Kevin disengaged the bilge pump and we used a hand pump to suck out 2 gallons of oily bilge water. Ew. Then Kevin contorted himself into all kinds of acrobatic positions trying to mop up the rest of the oil out of the engine compartment. Now we (meaning Kevin of course, since he actually has machine shop experience) were ready to drill the hole and insert the new threaded plug. All told, everything (cleanup, drilling, etc) took about 3 hours, including a break for lunch. We started up the engine and let it idle while we were eating, then checked the plug -- no leaks. By 1:30 we were on our way to Annapolis as if nothing had happened.

Getting into Annapolis is tricky; it's a big-time sailing town so not only did we have to watch out for other large boats but there were nearly a hundred ten-year-old dinghy sailors zipping around in dinghy races. (These are small sailing dinghies, not like our inflatable zodiac-type dinghy). Kevin was at the helm and after threading his way around three or four separate dinghy races, he also had to run the gauntlet through a large posse of jetskiers leaving the harbor. Finally we motored up Spa Creek and under the bascule bridge. We originally had arrangements to dock at one of the local boatyards for the week while my parents are in town. But when I called the guy said gruffly, "Um...things have changed since you called. We don't have space for you right now, I'm gonna hafta move some boats." So instead of waiting around while the guy shuffled the marina around, we just picked up one of the city moorings. I called the guy back and said, "Hey, you don't have to move those boats anymore, if it's okay with you we'll just stay on the mooring for the week." The docks at the marina looked like they were in pretty bad shape anyway, so it's better this way. The moorings in this section of Annapolis are out of the way of the main harbor so it's much more peaceful and scenic, and it's just as close to downtown as the marina would've been.

Solomon's Island, MD

Finally a day without rain! We were up at the crack of dawn and on our way by 6:30 am just rearing to get somewhere other than Reedville. Solomon's Island is a town just off the Patuxent River. (I think whoever named all the places in the Chesapeake did it to maximize their scrabble score. Lots of x's, k's, and q's.) We went ashore (because we could! no rain, yay!) and visited the Calvert Museum, where they had exhibits on: the local wildlife (including real live otters!), the fossils found in the cliffs nearby (massive pre-historic whales and sharks), and an actual screwpile lighthouse that was built in the 1880's and then relocated to the museum in the 1970's when it (and the lightkeeper that ran it) became obsolete. (They were replaced by a solar-powered electric light.) Unlike the tall land-based lighthouses we are all familiar with, the Drum Point light was located a little ways out on the water, reachable only by boat. It looked like a hexagonal-shaped cottage on stilts. We toured it and were surprised at how many rooms it had -- the lightkeeper and his family used to live in it, so even though they were isolated there was lots of space, much bigger than most homes built at that time. Kevin was enthralled with the idea of living in a lighthouse like that and I think he's now actively searching on monster.com to see if there are any opportunities available in that field. (That's the lighthouse behind Kevin in the photo.)

Afterwards we walked around town a little -- we love this place since everything we could ever need is within a short walk from the water: post office, grocery, West Marine, and the liquor store all in a row. Can't beat that.

Reedville, VA - Yep, We're Still Here

Haven't posted anything because we literally have not left the boat for the past few days. I'm sure you've all seen the weather and have heard about the flooding in DC and Baltimore. Or maybe you haven't heard, but it is a downpour here. Anyway seems like every day it drizzles all morning and then around noon the wind picks up and the rain just starts coming down. We discovered the reason for this is what the NOAA weather service is currently calling "an area of disturbed weather south of Cape Lookout, North Carolina". I guess it has the potential to evolve into a tropical depression and that is part of what is bringing on such crappy weather. We are hoping it will pass soon but are glad to be in a safe spot with good holding (and you don't smell the fish processing plant as much through the rain. So there's that. Yay.) Cautious mariners that we are, we have just been staying put and reading way too many books. Both of us have read "Adrift", the true story of Steven Callahan who spent 76 days drifting across the Atlantic alone in a liferaft. It's a compelling book, but reading about his desperate attempts to fish and collect freshwater I found myself eating and drinking more than usual in sympathy. Think I gained a pound or two. We found it ironic that Mr. Callahan was able to catch mahi-mahi with a butter knife tied to a stick, while we still have nothing to show despite owning nearly $300 worth of fishing gear. 76 days adrift and he caught twelve of them. Twelve.

Reedville, VA - Something Fishy

Man, we are just getting schooled by the Chesapeake. The other day we had a rainstorm, then yesterday they predicted 60% chance of thunderstorms so we stayed put (clear skies all day). So today despite another 60% chance of rain, we headed north from Deltaville (Fishing Bay) to Reedville and we were sailing along fine but the wind just kept picking up speed inch by inch. The waves gradually got steeper. All of this is fine if you are going downwind, which we were, since the waves just kind of pick you up and roll under you. But when the time came to turn west to head into our destination we were taking 23 knots of wind and 4-5 foot waves on the beam, which is really uncomfortable. But at least it was sunny. All day, I might add. Kind of miss Phoenix where the weather is easy to predict and you can always trust the forecast.

So we are anchored in Reedville, which is the menhaden fishery capital of the US. There is a fish processing plant right as you enter the creek and even if you were blind you would know that it was there just by the fishy scent wafting through the air. We are downwind of the plant, so we are definitely smelling it (Boris is enjoying it immensely) but surprisingly it isn't too bad and is much more bearable than the paper mill that we anchored near in Georgetown, SC. Menhaden (MEN-hay-den) is a small herring-like fish that is too bony and oily to be edible, but it has so many other uses that it actually constitutes 40% of all US fish exports. We went to the Reedville Fisherman's Museum and they had a ten-minute video telling you all you ever wanted to know about menhaden, complete with the cheesy elevator music and 50's style narration. The fish swim in huge schools which can be spotted by low-flying scout aircraft. Then the fishing vessel hurries over and lowers two boats down. The two boats surround and enclose the school with a large net that is then pulled together at the bottom like strings on a purse (which is why the method is called purse seining). Then the big boat comes over and literally vacuums them up out of the net with a large diameter hose. Then its off to the Reedville processing plant where the fish is pressed for oil (used to make all kinds of stuff including margarine and cosmetics. Think about that next time you apply your lipstick.) and then the solid part of the fish is dried and ground into fishmeal which is used as fertilizer, livestock food, even Pounce Cat Treats which Boris gets every day. The rest of the museum had more exhibits on fishing, as well as a half-dozen restored boats at a dock outside, and a tour of a turn-of-the-century fisherman's home. Afterwards, Kevin and I were hungry for seafood so we went to a restaurant called the Crazy Crab for crab dip and beers. Hey, if we have to smell the fish we might as well eat some.

Fishing Bay, VA - Three Hour Tour

We spent the morning at the marina tidying up the interior of the boat and washing down the deck. We had a little lunch and then decided it was time to move on. The sun was beating down mercilessly, but we figured once we got going there would be a breeze since the forecast called for 10-15 knots out of the south. Oh, it also mentioned a chance of showers and thunderstorms. But it had also predicted showers for the past two days and it didn't rain. So we figured we'd be okay for a quick 30 mile trip. For those of you not familiar with literary devices: this is foreshadowing, folks.

We hoisted the mainsail and were cruising along for about an hour before we started to see a very dark, very fast-moving, mass of clouds ahead. It was so well-defined you could see the leading edge very clearly outlined against the shrinking patch of clear sky. And lightning. Lots and lots of lightning. Did I mention that this boat was struck by lighting twice before we bought it?

First things first, we lowered our sail and then Kevin slowed our engine speed, hoping to let the storm pass in front of us. But unlike the fast-moving brief squalls we encountered in the Bahamas, this was a full-blown thunderstorm that would last the rest of the afternoon. We were soon surrounded by rain and our visibility dropped to about 400 feet all around us. We put on our foul weather gear and the rain just dumped on us, coming down in sheets and being blown sideways into the cockpit by the wind, which gusted up to 35 knots. The lightning was everywhere and the bone-shattering thunder was never far behind. Usually when a storm like this hits we are at anchor, but there was no good harbor on the charts until we got to our destination and we'd gone too far to turn back, so we just had to stick it out. After about an hour of getting drenched the original GPS that came with the boat flickered off. Water must've gotten down in there and shorted it. Luckily we never use that GPS since we bought the chartplotter last fall which has built in GPS. Between the chartplotter showing us where we were and the radar showing us other ships and buoys, we were in pretty good shape even though the visibility was so poor. Both of us peered around into the rain to make sure we didn't hit anything or get tangled up in any crab traps. It was exhausting. Finally the rain let up a little as we approached the channel to get into Fishing Bay only to pound us again as soon as we were inside. Again, the chartplotter came in handy, helping us to see the channel markers, and we were able to find safe anchorage. Our trusty Delta anchor bit into the sandy bottom and we were able to take off our wet gear and get dry inside. We changed into dry clothes, cleaned up some drips of water on the floor (we have a leaky hatch in one of the bathrooms) and settled down for a dinner of nice hot soup.

Hayes, VA - Summer Solstice

We celebrated the first day of summer by finishing up our haulout chores (I touched up bottom paint while Kevin waxed the gelcoat) and getting the boat back in the water and back over to the slip. After the nightmare that was our last haulout (where the boatyard wouldn't let Kevin do anything and instead charged him a king's ransom to do the simplest things, and yet they still took four times as long as necessary to get it back in the water), we are so pleased with this boatyard. Basically we accomplished the same list of maintenance chores in two days (as opposed to 8 last time) for much less money (one-fifth the cost of our previous haulout). We plan to spend an extra night here since there are some engine things that Kevin wants to take care of (fixing an oil leak and troubleshooting a heat exchanger) and for that the boat has to be in the water. Plus all the guys who work here at the boatyard have been so helpful (even though this is a do-it-yourself yard) so Kevin figures he might as well work on engine stuff here in case he comes across something that might require a mechanic.

So today was the longest day of the year and it was also unbearably hot. Not so bad when the breeze kicked up but it was over 90 degrees with about 60% humidity. Pretty sweaty. Speaking of the summer solstice, does everyone know what that is? If you don't it's okay to admit it. Because we are discovering that there are many, many people who do not recognize the word "solstice" as English. Not only do they not know what it means, but they also don't know how to pronounce it. We have heard: "sol-tiss", "so-lis", "sol-sits", and my personal favorite "so-how-do-you-pronounce-that-anyway". When we named the boat, we specifically chose the name because we assumed (wrongly) that everyone would know what it was and how to pronounce it, even if we were in other countries where English was not spoken. So we are scratching our heads that somehow we managed to pick a name that some people don't recognize even though they talked about it on Headline News all morning today. I guess I can understand why people might not be familiar with it since the word is only used twice a year. By the way, for those of you reading this who didn't want to cop to not being able to pronounce it, here you go: SOUL-stiss. (Like SOUL-train only without the funky grooves.) And if you don't know what it is: it's either the longest (summer) or the shortest (winter) day of the year, as opposed to the fall and spring equinoxes where day and night take exactly the same amount of time. If you don't comprehend it just ask your local druid to draw it out for you.

Hayes, VA - Haulout Number Three

Yesterday we arrived at the Severn River Marina which was recommended to us by another couple who owns a Manta and has hauled out here several times. As we were approaching the marina, we radioed them and were given directions on how to get to the slip. Because we are a catamaran and are wider than most boats (21 feet wide versus, say, 13 feet wide for the average sailboat) we usually dock at face docks which are nice long docks where you just come in and tie up only one side, kind of like pulling up to a curb. However, this marina wanted us to pull into a slip (which is like a skinny parking space with two big SUV's on either side). As we approached, the slip started looking pretty narrow so Kevin was frantically hailing them on the VHF to make sure it was wide enough to accommodate our 21-foot beam so we didn't scrape ourselves up on the pilings. No answer. Finally, I just shouted, "Hey -- is the slip at least 22 feet wide?!", and the guy on the dock (who we later learned was named Dan, quite a character) yelled back "Honey, it's twenty-FIVE feet wide!". And in we went, and we only hit one piling (gently, of course!). It was nice to spend a night with the air conditioning on all night. Thank you, almighty Shore Power.

So this morning we got to play an even more exciting game. We had to get the 21-foot-wide boat into a 23-foot-wide travelift. Fun! Luckily there were three guys onshore helping to pull us into the slings, so our boat didn't even touch the sides this time. Yay -- three points! The boat was up in the air before we knew it (they made us get off the boat before they lifted it. Bah! Safety, schmafety!) and one of the guys immediately started pressure washing with a high-powered hose to get all the scum and barnacles off the bottom. Man, it looked so easy considering all the time we spent scrubbing the bottom by hand a couple months ago. (We have uploaded videos of the lift and pressure-wash.) After the wash, they put the boat up on blocks and Kevin and I got to work -- he to change the saildrive seals and replace the saildrive oil; me to repair the many scuffs in our vinyl bootstripe. Both of those items took the rest of the afternoon, including a side trip to Lowe's to buy metric Allan Wrenches (Curse you, Volvo! Crazy metric-obsessed Europeans!) So after a full day, we picked up the rental car and headed to the hotel. Ironically, we didn't know any better when we were booking online, so our hotel is in Hampton which is where we were anchored for the past two nights. Basically we're back where we started. Yeah, we're geniuses.

Hampton, VA

Today was the longest day ever. Actually, we've done longer days but today seemed so long because we had to go SO SLOW! Our average speed was about four knots because the Deep Creek Lock (at the end of the Dismal Swamp Canal) only opens at certain times and we left a little too early so we just kind of idled forward for the last few miles. It took forever! Plus we had to go under a lot of bascule and lift bridges today (drawbridges) while going through Norfolk so we had to slow down to wait for them to open. But finally we made it to Hampton, and after several unsuccessful tries we were able to get one of our anchors to set and are just hanging out in the heart of the downtown area.

Saturday night is a big night here. They close off the main street and have several bands performing live music, with food and drink vendors and all kinds of interesting stuff. We had dinner at one of the local seafood places and we both decided to have crab entrees (since we spend half our days avoiding the floats on crab traps) and a pitcher of beer, which is more alcohol than we usually drink in three days, so needless to say I am a little bit typey while I am tipsying this post. But I did remember to ask our waitress to do something rare: capture a photo of both of us at the same time.

Dismal Swamp, NC - We're Down With EYC

This morning we got an early start in order to make the 8:30 am lock opening. There were only two boats going through the lock so it went fairly smoothly. We were up at the front and the water came gushing in at a pretty good rate. I shot some video of it, but it doesn't do it justice because the water started coming too fast to keep filming and my attention was required elsewhere. After the lock it was only four miles to the Visitors' Center. Last fall when we went through the canal we didn't stop over, but the free dock at the visitors' center was packed with boats so it looked like it was the place to be.

Now we have three guidebooks that all talk about the Visitors' Center as though it is some kind of Dismal Swamp interpretive center. After we tied up and went in to check it out, we discovered that it was merely a rest stop for the highway that runs alongside the canal. Granted, a very NICE rest stop that catered to transient boats (free dock, free internet, book exchange, loaner bicycles) as well as welcoming car traffic to North Carolina. I guess the "interpretive" part is that they have a ten minute video that you can watch that talks about the history of the canal. That and about a thousand brochures about what there is to see and do in North Carolina (too bad we are on our way out.) We opted not to "interpret" the video but did love talking to the little old ladies who worked there who were very excited to have us staying the night and went out of their way to make us feel welcome. For most of the morning, it was just us and one other boat tied up at the dock. We seemed to be the highlight of the day for most of the folks traveling in cars. They all stopped by to check out the boat and chat. I guess if I pulled in to take a pit stop and there was a big ol' catamaran 50 feet from the parking lot, I'd want to check it out too.


Around 2:30 the fleet arrived -- six powerboats traveling together. The dock is only 150' feet long, so those boats that couldn't get dock space rafted onto (tied up to) the boats docked here. It was quite a circus, but we managed. Turns out they were all from the Eastport Yacht Club, and very friendly. (Eastport is right next to Annapolis). We got to know our "raftees", Jay and Patty, pretty well and for dinner all the boaters got together on shore and had an impromptu barbecue. It was nice to hear lots of advice about cruising the Chesapeake Bay and Annapolis area from some locals, although we repeated our life history so many times that I got sick of saying the phrases: "both computer programmers", "saved up our money", and "figured we'd do it now while we're young". We are thinking of concocting some crazy backstory instead -- like we won the boat in the Publishers' Clearinghouse Sweepstakes or something. At the very least you'd see an increase in the number of magazine subscriptions.

Goat Island, NC

Not to tempt fate, but Alberto was kind of a non-event. We saw winds about 20 knots, occasional gusts to 30 knots, and lots of rain. Kevin had done a lot of research and picked us a pretty good hidey-hole at South Lake, we listened to the weather and areas only five miles away were reporting wind gusts to 43 knots. So we had a pretty good spot. Our only complaint would be the pesky mosquitoes. They waited until dusk to begin their assault on our boat. It was creepy, we had the windows and door open and you could see them swarming and hovering outside the screens, thousands of them, just waiting for us to open the screen door. Problem was, it was going to rain and one of us had to go outside to close the hatches. So Kevin got the OFF! and sprayed a preliminary cloud through the screen door to get them to retreat. Then, using the OFF! he laid down cover fire for the troops (me) as they darted outside into the onslaught of the enemy. Holding my breath (mosquitoes seek out the carbon dioxide) I slammed the hatches down and raced for the door as Kevin sprayed one last machine gun (er, OFF!) burst to get me back in through the door. The next morning, the cockpit was littered with hundreds of casualties. Ew.

We are now at Goat Island just outside the Great Dismal Swamp Canal. We plan to enter the canal tomorrow (they have to lock you through) and hopefully spend a night at their visitor's center which has a free dock. We went through the canal last fall and it was freezing at the time. Now the temperature is mild, and there is this amazingly sweet smell coming from the swamp. Yeah, I know, you'd think it would reek, but there are all these waterlilies all over the place and I think some of the trees must be sending out some kind of subtle perfume. It's actually really pleasant. Of course dusk hasn't come yet, so we have yet to discover if there are as many mosquitoes here as there were in South Lake.

South Lake, NC

[Kevin's Post]

Yesterday we traveled up the ICW about 50 miles making our way to what is one of the best protected anchorages in the area. It's a place called South Lake just off the Alligator river south of Albemarle Sound. It's more like a river than a lake, but we are 4 miles up the lake with good holding and wind protection from all directions. We're the only boat in here (for now) so we don't have to worry about other boats dragging into us. (I had a dream last night that my trusty airhorn ran out of air. . .) And the best part is we actually have a Verizon signal so we can easily monitor the weather without having to use the SSB. Alberto is 250 miles away and expected to pass slightly north of us late this afternoon. It has been downgraded from a tropical storm to a tropical depression and we are expecting to see 35-45 mph winds as it passes. It doesn't sound like much compared to hurricane wind speeds, but it's still a respectable amount of wind. We've seen winds that high during squalls in the Bahamas, but it will be a new experience for us to see sustained winds that high. We're using our Fortress anchor as a primary this time as it is supposed to have better holding power in mud, but we have our trusty Delta standing by ready to deploy if we need a second anchor. It's drizzling outside with virtually no wind and we are just relaxing waiting for the weather to pass. For those of you who have been complaining about a lack of pictures (you know who you are!) here are some photos of some recent houseguests.

Where we are:
Lat: N 35 53.586'
Long: W 75 51.543'

Pungo River, NC

We spent most of this morning making arrangements for the haulout next Tuesday. Darlene sent me an email asking if we were going to come home during the haulout like I did last December. Sorry, no -- we are only planning on being out of the water one or two days to fix the saildrive seals and to put on some new sacrificial zinc anodes. Can't remember if I've explained this before but anodes are little bits of zinc that are put on important metal parts that come into contact with water so that the zincs corrode instead of say, your propeller or your engine (it has to do with the metal's nobility and zinc is like the least noble one. Or the most noble one. Or something. I was a poli sci major, not a materials engineer). Anyway, we have to special-order our zincs from England because our propellers have these custom cutters on them; in case you run over fishing line or a crab trap, the cutter will cut through the line instead of letting it wrap around your prop. The brand name of the cutter is the "Stripper", which makes me laugh. We had to call the guy in England to order them and he sounded like the guy from "The Streets" when he said "strippah". (Man, we hate "The Streets". What a no-talent band. Our satellite radio seems to play them incessantly, much to our irritation.) So we are planning to be at the boatyard in Hayes, VA by Monday. Hayes is right near Colonial Williamsburg, I'm trying to convince Kevin that it might be fun to go there or to Busch Gardens. But he seems to think that our time will be better spent actually doing work on the boat. Oh, alright.

Belhaven, NC - It's a Boy!

Named Alberto! No, Kevin and I didn't get a bundle from the stork; hurricane season has officially begun and the first tropical storm has been named. This morning we were listening to the weather and they were still calling it "tropical depression #1", but we just checked the weather again now that we're anchored and I guess the epidural kicked in because tropical depression #1 gave birth to tropical storm Alberto. Awww, isn't he cute? He is supposed to hit Florida tomorrow and probably won't make it up here to Belhaven until Wednesday. By that time we intend to be long gone.

Belhaven is supposed to be a popular stop among cruisers but I guess the author of our guidebook never went ashore on a Sunday. The place is a ghost town. All we wanted was to have a little dinner ashore. The guidebook only listed four places. Of those, one was out of business and two were closed so we ended up choosing (?) to eat at the River Forest Inn. It was a pretty building, probably dating back to the turn of the century, but we found the meals to be overpriced for the quality; I ordered the vegetarian penne which turned out to be undercooked pasta with sauteed red cabbage and two slices of tomato (no sauce, not even olive oil). Kevin fared a little better with his shrimp newburg. When he'd finished his dish, I just poured his leftover sauce over my pasta to give it a little flavor. I didn't even bother with the cabbage, what a bizarre ingredient choice. Next time we'll just eat on the boat since I can make a less than stellar meal without even trying and it won't cost us twenty bucks a plate.

Cedar Creek, NC

Today we saw some of the nastiest waves we've seen in a long time. We were entering Beaufort (boh-furt) Inlet and huge waves were coming at us from the left and right. Of course these weren't wind-generated waves, but the waves caused by the wakes of the huge sportfishers coming in the inlet. Prior to arriving at the inlet, we'd had a pretty calm day of motorsailing. The wakes in the channel weren't too bad, it was a pretty wide channel and we managed to get through it without getting rocked too hard. Funny thing is that about a half-mile in there is a no-wake zone and it was pretty ridiculous to see this big sportfishers racing in at 15 knots only to get to the no-wake zone and come to a screeching halt. Like those drivers who race to be the first one at the stoplight.

We anchored in a small creek off the ICW right near a very obvious shipwreck. There is a large wooden mast sticking up out of the water and it looks to be a fairly recent wreck. At night, you can still see its anchor light glowing on top of the mast; I wonder how that's possible since the rest of the boat including batteries are below the surface. Not sure why it sank, but we can definitely say that the holding here isn't great. It took several tries in different places for us to set our anchor, and in the middle of the night the wind kicked up and when we came out in the cockpit to check on things, we noticed that another boat had dragged all the way across the creek and run aground. They weren't hard aground and seemed to have no trouble getting off and re-anchoring. We're just glad it wasn't us.

Wrightsville Beach, NC

This is our third time visiting Wrightsville Beach and we have only just discovered that it is one of the most popular surf spots in the country. We took a long walk along the beach this morning and there were more than 50 surfers out there trying to catch the perfect wave. The town itself is reminiscent of San Diego, with piers and arcades and surf shops and people everywhere. We forgot that school is out, which means that all the local kids borrow the keys to daddy's speedboat and come barreling through the anchorage throwing up tremendous wakes that wreak havoc by rocking all the anchored boats. We watched the Coast Guard pull over two boats packed with kids and laughed when we saw the kids have to dig through lockers to count all the life jackets (you get fined if there isn't at least one life jacket for every person on board). Sweet revenge.

We *think* we have conquered our genset overheating problem. All of our genset coolant was left over from the previous owner and he wrote "50-50" on the bottles with a permanent marker. There is one sentence in the manual that reads "a 50-50 coolant/water mix will almost certainly result in overheating" (a clue!). So Kevin tried adding a little more water to dilute the coolant and then increasing the load (turning on the small air conditioner and then adding the big air conditioner) until the genset temperature stabilized at around 185 (meanwhile the temp in the boat got down to a frigid 72 -- go air conditioning!). So thinning the coolant with water seemed to do the trick. However, water mixing in with other fluids isn't so great, as we are learning with our starboard saildrive (fancy word for the thing that spins the propellers on the boat). The saildrive has its own special oil which you check regularly and somehow ours seems to have gotten a little water mixed in, which is not good. Normally to change the saildrive oil the boat needs to be hauled out of the water so that you can drain it out the bottom of the propeller shaft, but if the boat is in the water you can get about half of the oil out through the top with a pump, which is what we tried. The oil came out looking all cloudy and not at all like oil (not good), but we were glad that we'd at least be able to replace half of it with new oil until we haul out. And that's when things went wrong.

When we were in Charleston we had stopped in at Pep Boys to pick up spare saildrive oil and had bought four quarts of the stuff (75W-90). We did not realize at the time that two of the quarts we'd grabbed were actually 75W-140 Light Truck & SUV Formula, which had been mishshelved. Those numbers on the label mean something -- all oils are not created equal. Unfortunately we only discovered this after dumping a quart of Light Truck & SUV Formula into our BOAT! So once again we had to pump out the oil, but the consistency of the wrong oil was like honey and it proved to be as difficult as sucking a milkshake through a cocktail straw. Kevin's patience paid off and he was able to get almost all of the bad oil back out after a couple hours' work. But now we are thinking we will want to haul the boat out sooner than we'd planned so we can resolve the saildrive issue and try to figure out how water could've gotten in there in the first place.

Southport, NC

[Kevin's Post]
We got up at 5am today (no, we don't sleep in every day) in order to get under way at first light. We had planned to go out the Winyah Bay inlet outside up to the Cape Fear (Cape Fun & Games) river which is a distance of about 100 miles. One of the disadvantages of going outside on the ocean is that there aren't always a lot of places to come back in off the ocean. So once you're out, you're committed to staying out until you can get to the next good inlet. But the forecast was good, and with over 14 hours of daylight we were pretty confident we could make it all the way to Cape Fear before sunset. So at 6 am we hauled up our anchors along with about 50 pounds of Georgetown mud and got going. Within a few hours we were out of sight of land again for the first time since we crossed over from the Bahamas. It's pretty cool looking out and seeing nothing but water in every direction. Most of the day we were completely alone, with an occasional power boat zipping by at a distance of a few miles. We saw a few dolphins as we usually do. We tried to fish but caught nothing, also as we usually do. We did have some excitement when Amanda spotted what appeared to be a dinghy adrift about a mile away. Dinghies are expensive, and people are always losing them. Most sailboats drag their dinghies behind them and it just takes a knot to come undone or a line to chafe through and it's gone without you even noticing. We altered course to intercept it, but as we got closer we could tell it was just a pool-toy style raft that had probably washed away from one of the beaches 20 miles to the north. We decided we should probably get close enough to make sure nobody was in it. There wasn't, but hey you never know. We had a good breeze this morning, and were able to motorsail with one engine, but by the afternoon the wind had pretty much died so we had to run both engines to keep our speed high enough to ensure a daylight landfall. Then, of course, just as we are getting to land, we have 15-20 knots of wind behind us after it was too late to make any use of it. Tonight we are anchored in a creek near Southport, NC just off the Cape Fear river.

Georgetown, SC - Television Without Pity

It was calm this morning as I once again hoisted Kevin up the mast (using the electric winch, of course!). This time he went up there to eliminate the source of our halyard chafing whenever we sail downwind on a port tack (and yes, we are finally sailing often enough so that this would actually be a problem). The halyard (rope that holds up the sail) kept rubbing against the sharp edges on the glomex (the television antenna). If it were to chafe all the way through, the sail would come crashing down and we would have to somehow re-thread a new halyard up through the mast. So, given a choice between that disaster and not being able to watch network TV, we chose the latter. Sorry, "Antiques Roadshow" and "King of Queens" reruns! Not that we watch AR (okay...well only when there's nothing ELSE on...), and we love KoQ but it seems like whenever you turn on the TV you are bound to find at least one of those two shows on, no matter what time it is. So if anyone has a full season of a good TV show lying around the house, by all means feel free to send it to us. We are nearing the end of the first seasons of "Desperate Housewives" and "Veronica Mars" (oh wait, am I not supposed to admit that we watch and actually LIKE that show? Oops!) We accept DVD, VHS, and Beta formats. We would even trade, if any of you all are interested in the first seasons of "Desperate HW", "Nip/Tuck" (warning: each episode contains a few scenes of a realistically portrayed plastic surgery. Not for the squeamish.) or the only season of "American Gothic" (there are reasons it got canceled. Many, many reasons.) Oh, and just kidding about the Beta.

Georgetown, SC

We've added photos going back to Fort Sumter, and a video of the park ranger talk at the fort. Sorry it's sideways, we always forget when we shoot video that it doesn't work in portrait mode.

Well this stretch of the ICW has been chock full of 'gators. Whereas in Georgia we saw dolphins every day, seems like now we see at least one alligator a day. We know for sure there is one prowling around the anchorage here in Georgetown. It was less than forty feet from our boat this morning. Kevin keeps telling me that there is no way the thing is going to crawl up the transom steps and sun itself on our deck, but I'm not sure I believe him. It took a little convincing to get me into the dinghy to go into town this morning -- we could see the alligator just hovering about a hundred feet away, watching us board the boat. He disappeared once Kevin started the outboard though. When we got to town, we saw signs posted all along the boardwalk asking people not to feed the alligators. "Alligators", plural. So now we know there is more than one. Great.

Georgetown is a place that seems frozen in time. The main street looks like something straight out of the 1950's -- rows of shops with old-timey awnings, red brick sidewalks, a tall clock tower, and barbershops with candy-cane poles advertising "So-and-So, Master Barber. 40 years experience". There is a paper mill that looms large over the town, and it looks like a relic of the 50's, too. It's all rusted and brown and you'd think it would spoil the view of the waterfront, but to be honest it's so ugly that it could actually be considered picturesque.

We had lunch at a little cafe on the boardwalk. In true southern fashion they had an "FGT BLT" on the menu (fried green tomato), so we had to try it. It was okay, but a little too much. I know that when I order a BLT it's not exactly "health" food, but usually I tell myself that the L&T are vegetables, at least. But in this case the fried part canceled out the tomatoes so you can't even pretend -- they might as well have just deep-fried the whole sandwich (which they practically did, as it was served on Texas Toast). Honestly, I think the bacon may have been the healthiest part.

Minim Creek, SC - Semper Fi

Another day of motoring up the ICW through the South Carolina Lowlands. The lowlands are pretty, there is a lot of marsh grass and big country homes with long fishing piers in front of them. Weather-wise we are in the middle of a cold front so it's been raining a little and overcast. The persistence of the horseflies here is maddening. They just don't leave you alone. Back in the Home Depot in Charleston we picked up some flypaper and this flytrap thingy that claims to be irresistible to flies. It's kind of a plastic cup inside a plastic baggie and it has a lid so that the flies fly in and can't get out. You pour water in the baggie to activate the chemical scent inside. So today we put out the flypaper and decided to hang this thing in the cockpit. Kevin set it up and after a few moments I was like, "What is that SMELL?!" It was AWFUL and smelled like carrion or something. I guess it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what scent might be "irresistible" to flies: eau de poop. And of course motoring around swampy creeks with a baggie of stink hanging from the roof of the cockpit only does one thing: attract more flies. The old-fashioned flypaper was soon coated with flies but the trap remained empty and finally Kevin sealed it up in two ziploc baggies because we couldn't stand the putrid smell.

It was Saturday on the ICW and that means the powerboats come out in full force. There was a group of college-age kids motoring around in a small speedboat called "Semper Fi" towing a wakeboarder. Trying to tow the wakeboarder, anyway. The poor kid kept falling down and they had to keep stopping and circling back to pick him up. At one point they crossed in front of us and the kid fell down maybe 100 yards directly in our path. We avoided him but as we got closer I asked if he was okay. He said yes and that's when I noticed that he was trying to waterski with a beer in his hand. No wonder he kept falling down! Dumbass.

We were getting closer to our anchorage and I was at the helm when Kevin pointed out what looked like a tree branch floating in front of us. I turned the boat to avoid it and the thing started moving! When I realized what it was I yelled to Kevin, "Did you SEE that?" It was a juvenile alligator, between 5 and 6 feet long, dog-paddling up the creek. He disappeared beneath the surface when we got close. It was the first alligator we've seen from the boat. So we certainly won't be swimming while we're in this area. I wonder if that kid from "Semper Fi" knows what else is in the water with him?

Charleston, SC - Fort! Sumter!

Finally! We actually stopped running errands long enough to see the sights of historic Charleston. There aren't very many modern buildings within the city, there is some law on the books that you can't demolish historical structures so instead they get restored. For example, the garage doors on the fire department are too small to accommodate modern-size fire trucks but they aren't allowed to change them, so they just use smaller trucks. We saw ads for "100% Donkey-Free!" carriage tours (I guess there aren't enough horses to pull all the tourists around so they sometimes use mules, but discriminating travelers accept no substitutes!), but we opted for the air-conditioned bus tour since it looked like rain. They really packed a lot into the 90 minute tour, but it was good to get an overview of the city.

From there we took a boat (not our boat) over to Fort Sumter, where the first shots of the Civil War were fired. In case you can't think back to 11th grade history: Southern troops fired on a Union garrison that wouldn't leave even though South Carolina had seceded from the Union. There was a short "talk" given by one of the rangers and it was hard to keep a straight face -- for fifteen minutes the guy shouted the history like a drill sergeant..."For thirty-six hours! The bombardment continued! Major Anderson! Refused to surrender!". Small children in the tour group were scared out of their wits and a few started crying. I'm sure that guy has a heck of a headache when he goes home after shouting all day. Although it was cool to walk around such an integral piece of our nation's history, in the end (as Kevin put it): "You've seen one fort, you've seen them all."

We also checked out the largest residence in Charleston: Calhoun Mansion. At 24,000 square feet (no, I didn't mistype) it was immense. Interestingly, the family that built it lost everything in the stock market crash and they sold off all the furniture during the Depression to try to help pay their debts. So only one piece of original furniture is in the house today, but the current owner is what you'd call a "collector". He's got every square foot crammed with expensive and ornate knick-knacks, everything from oil masterworks to priceless antique furniture, even an altar from a church that he's set up in the house because "he liked the way it looked". It looked like he tried to cram the contents of five very different museums into the same house. He actually lives there when he's in Charleston which I can't even imagine -- I'd probably spill spaghetti sauce on a $50,000 persian rug or knock over a Ming vase or something.

Charleston, SC - Lasers are Cool

Kevin used the new infrared laser thermometer to troubleshoot the genset this morning. The problem we are having is that every once in a while the genset will just shut down while it's running (usually when it is hot & muggy and we are running the air conditioning). The first time this happened Kevin saw that the fuel line had air in it (air in the fuel line = bad) so we thought it had something to do with fuel starvation and kept scratching our heads since all the fuel stuff seemed to be in working order. But leave it to the laser to help us find the real problem. Kevin started up the genset and ran a small load on it (our battery charger and water heater). Temperature: about 185 degrees. Then he turned off those things and turned on our air conditioner. The temperature rose until it got to about 199 then he saw a small solenoid click and shut the engine down. Aha! The problem is that the thing is overheating with the AC on and shutting down on purpose so it doesn't get damaged! We are not sure what can be done to fix it, the previous owner already installed an extra cooling pump (now we know why) but at least Kevin doesn't have to keep messing with the fuel lines.

Meanwhile here we are tied up at Charleston city marina (hooked up to shore power so we can run the AC all we want to!) and we STILL have not seen a sight! Today we finished up running errands with the rental car (West Marine, Radio Shack, Home Depot, Big Lots -- no more rusty silverware, at least for a while, Best Buy, and Wal-Mart). We have spent over $800 on groceries and other supplies that we put off buying while we were in the Bahamas. We are all stocked up so hopefully for the next four months we will only need to go to the store for fresh veggies, bread, and eggs. I also stopped in at Fantastic Sam's for something I've been wanting for two months now -- a haircut. When we were in Marsh Harbor I was planning to get my hair cut but as we walked up to the salon a lady walked out with the most interesting hairdo I've seen in a long time: her hairline was shaved at the nape of her neck, it was braided tightly and pulled into a side ponytail that exploded like fireworks off the right side of her head. I wasn't sure if she was a customer or just worked there but either way I decided to wait until I got back to the states.