End of the Trail

Yorktown to Deltaville: 13 Sep 09

The Motleys celebrated their last night in YRYH marina’s Crab Deck with friends Tim, Sherrie, Timothy and Sarah.  Chesapeake is famous for its crabs and we were not disappointed. After a casual & late Sunday start, WJ3’s engine was warmed up and off we went - the long and circuitous route to Deltaville (remember those shallow patches and ships channels?).

YRYH Marina up Sarah Creek

The weather was somewhat kinder; sails were set and we had lots of company.  Yes folks, people sail in this neck of the woods.  There’s the usual gin palaces though, for getting from one marina & restaurant to another in a hurry, but it was good to see so much sail & keel action happening.  The Chesapeake is quite wide at this point.  You can’t see one side from the other and certainly couldn’t get too close to land anyway - one of the disadvantages of shallow water cruising.  We knew however, from our Yorktown wanderings, that Virginia is very pretty.  Deltaville did not disappoint us.  A nice quiet little anchorage up a scenic creek overlooking a marina and WJ3’s new home. 

First Sighting of  Deltaville Marina

WJ3 has to be “winterized”, prepared for her cool climate boatyard, so we are now busy taking down sails, cleaning and changing oils etc – the not-so-fun stuff.  I’m sure the Cap’n will soon start his own boats & bobs blitherings (on our Hunter460 link) for all you people interested in the more technical aspects of boating….  Come on…there’s got to be at least one of you?

Wolf Trap

From this point on, Motleys are spending a week cleaning up and then setting off for New York – sure hope our friend there likes to see lots & lots of photos…..  Anyway, this will be our last post of the season, until we get home at least.  The Motleys gratefully thank all family & friends who have endured all our posts (& many photos) and have not been too upset when we haven’t sent timely replies to your emails.  Ah, the relentless quest for wifi…   It has been fun to have you along for the ride, so as to speak!  We’ve finally decided to come back next May to cruise further north, perhaps up as far Canada to do a little bear & moose trackin’.  While we’re so close, then why ever not?  Perhaps give us time for a few more chin ups in preparation for that Atlantic crossing the year after…

From: Yorktown, VA  Lat/Long: 37 14N  76 30W  Date/Time: 13/9/09: 1300

To: Deltaville, VA  Lat/Long: 37 32N  76 19W Date/Time: 13/9/09: 1845
Time Taken: 36nm (6hrs)  Distance (this year): 2791nm (521hrs)
Distance Total (since 2008): 3640nm  (699hrs)   Fastest Speed: 7kts**
Weather: Winds NE 5-10kts; Seas 1-2ft; an assisting incoming tide
(** Mostly motoring with a little sail at times; avg 5-6kts)

Fallin' for Chesapeake

Norfolk to Yorktown: 9 Sep 09 

On Guard Duty at the Fort

This cold snap continued; 1st September marks the start of Fall (Autumn) so perhaps it’s really here to stay.  Nice not to be sweating day and night for a change…

Cottage Garden in the Fort, Yorktown

The weather cleared (a very little) so Cap’n Restless declares his intent to move on.  Rugged up in wet weather gear and jumpers, the Motleys made for Chesapeake Bay; dodging war ships, aircraft carriers, tug boats and tows down to the mouth of the Elizabeth River.  Looking back, even from more than a couple of miles out, you could not mistake the outline of those huge navy ships. 

Out on the Bay, our ride was really bumpy, the wind right on our nose (as always) and the waters very shallow.  We decided to stick to the main shipping channels for at least 20 - 40 feet of water, making our trip a lot longer but less testing…  Yorktown, up the York River, was our intended destination as we had a few days to kill before our scheduled arrival in Deltaville.  We arrived late at Yorktown Landing, picked up a nearby mooring and sat out a night of increasing slop. “What do you think of this mooring?” asked a cheery Cap’n the next morning.  “%#@&” replied GS.  “Should we stay at the Landing or go over to the Sarah Creek marina?” he asked.   “&%#@*, marina NOW”, said GS, popping another seasick pill.  And so it was, we pulled into the York River Yacht Haven, pier 4, bay 10.  Bliss; not so much as a ripple on the water – and it had a swimming pool!

Susan Constant at Dock' Yorktown

WJ3 at Dock, Sarah Creek

The weather continued to clear and warm up (just) so we took a free bus along a very scenic Colonial Parkway over to Jamestown Settlement, a little less than an hour away.  The Settlement is an historic park, not far from the site of the first English landing in 1607 on the James River. Aside from the usual museum, films and exhibits, staff dress in period costume typical of Colonial America and demonstrate how life would have been for those first 104 settlers.  We boarded replicas of colonial ships, marched through an early fort and watched soldiers fire muskets and cannons. Later, we chatted to friendly Indians in the Powhatan village about the not-so friendly things they did with sharpened oyster shells. 

Firing at Yorktown

The next day we had sun….  So we loaded our bikes up into the marina car and explored nearby Yorktown.  First stop was the Victory Centre, a similar set-up to Jamestown Settlement, where costumed guides walked us through life in a Continental Army encampment and a 1780’s farm.  Fires smoked, food was cooking and chickens roamed free.  Children are particularly encouraged with plenty of hands-on activities, although picking the apples was not one of them! 

Continental Army Camp

Saturday’s market down at Riverwalk Landing tempted us, so off we biked for a stroll around town.  We had coffee, tasted offerings at the market, looked at paintings and photographs for sale and visited most of the shops housed in cute period cottages.  GS also met an Airedale – a slim Coco lookalike - out for a stroll with her dad.  After the markets, we had a little time left so biked over to the Yorktown Battlefield, the site of the final major battle of the American Revolution in 1781.  Here, the British surrendered to American and French forces under the command of George Washington. This preserved site is quite large and visitors can drive (or bike if you’re game) between easily discernible battle lines. 

Two days was not enough of course, but the Motleys did their historical best…

From: Norfolk, VA  Lat/Long: 36 51N  76 18W  Date/Time: 9/9/09: 1030

To: Yorktown, VA  Lat/Long: 37 14N  76 30W Date/Time: 9/9/09: 1730
Time Taken: 60nm (7hrs)  Distance (this year): 2753nm (514hrs)
Distance Total (since 2008): 3604nm  (693hrs)   Fastest Speed: 4-5kts**
Weather: Some cloudiness & rain although clearing; strong NE on Chesapeake Bay motoring against tide and wind slowed us down
(** Mostly motoring with a little sail at times)

Cabin Fever

We saw tugs a plenty

It’s been raining solid for two days now. Bruce looks more like a kiddie’s inflatable wading pool.  Everything is grey and cold – a new sensation we’re not entirely prepared for.  The Miserable Motleys also still have the flu. 

Making new friends

We stayed on in Portsmouth after BW’s departure, with some expectation for the Labor Day weekend, and especially the Rendezvous, Mile Marker Zero festivities, where we understood hundreds of boats came in to celebrate.  Well, not this year.  It was, as the Cap’n said, an under-extravaganza.  So too was the Weekend Sidewalk Sale.  So here we sit, couped up with runny noses, pathetically coughing and sneezing!

We just wanted to share that with you - just in case you thought that life on board was always a bed of roses!!

Nautical Norfolk

Don't look now but it's heading straight for us...

At Norfolk, we threw out the hook and waited.  Waited for the weather to clear, waited for BW to catch his flight home, waited to get over BW’s flu legacy and waited for something entertaining…anything at all really. 

Portsmouth dates back to 1716 and has a more olde worlde feel than Norfolk, reminiscent of its English heritage.  The huge port complex now seems at odds with the charming old district and it’s hard to image that these great grey beasts and others have grown from an industry started by Portsmouth shipbuilders. 

USS Wisconsin

Norfolk and its sister city Portsmouth, offer Naval enthusiasts lots to do.  The Cap’n threw himself to the task, doing tours, taking rides and viewing museums, ports and battleships.  When done with the Navy, he turned to the Army and spent a day with General MacArthur.  Not with him as such, although he is buried on the site.  GS & BW skipped all that for the Mall and a movie, then found a bookshop with an inbuilt Starbucks…   

Oh look, the tide's come in

This is how we passed our days.  Sightseeing a little, shopping a little and trying to find a decent coffee or restaurant.  Finally found one in Portsmouth, Lobscouser.  Also found a supermarket for essentials close to the dingy wharf. Just as well, our bodies were starting to protest the appalling menus on offer (pulled pork is just hideous!).  Most weekends there was something going on in Town Park or The Landings; bands playing and people milling.  Of course, if all else failed we could get internet at Hooters.  Don’t ask!  GS declared Hooters a blonde joke in the making. 

Chrysler Museum of Art

GS, in a moment of triumph even managed to get the Cap’n to the Chrysler Museum of Art.  The Chrysler is renown for its superb collection of glass, including a huge Tiffany collection. You could not help but be fascinated by it. 

Fascinating History Lessons

They also had some really interesting if not macabre, pre-Columbian pieces, particularly pottery that had GS quite enthused.  Perhaps, just a little kiln on WJ3 wouldn’t hurt?  We could tie it on a raft behind Bruce.  Quite an odd little procession & not suitably nautical, me thinks.  Anyway, Cap’n Crafty declared himself full bottle on art galleries and except perhaps for the Louvre, he had seen enuff…for a lifetime!  Back to Hooters then….

Statistics, damn statistics & even more lies....

We began by heading up Island

Just for interest, we’ve calculated a few of our “so far” 09 miles:

Caribbean: Trinidad to Culebra, Spanish Virgins – 638nm (130hrs)

Bahamas: Culebra to West End – 1075nm (215.5hrs)

Gulf Stream Crossing: West End to West Palm Beach - 55nm (8.5 hrs)

Atlantic ICW: West Palm Beach to Norfolk - 927nm (153hrs)

Chesapeake Bay: Norfolk to Deltaville - 96nm (14hrs)

Grand Total this year 09:   2791nm – that’s some sailin’, folks!…

Then took an ICW tour through Florida to Chesapeake Bay
in Virginia.  Whoo hoo!  Map source

Of course, with our few misadventures and different stops than those planned (who could bypass Montserrat?), our schedule has taken longer than anticipated.  We will only see a little of lower Chesapeake Bay this year before laying up WJ3 in Deltaville.  

Still, that leaves plenty more for next year’s adventures! 

Proud Carolinas (Fort Sumter)

Just a reminder about our (almost) real-time tracker.  That's the last link over on your right, folks.   You do need Google Earth to be able to see it but we've been plotting our GPS positions on a world map as way points (on a sailing course) or as stops along the way (eg anchorages, moorings, marinas etc.).  Yes, I know that sounds really boring but you can actually zoom right down and get up almost as close as we were to these places. Smell the salt in the air, even!

Land Ho! The Industrial entry to Norfolk

Some of our postions are a wee bit out - a discrepancy between GE & the GPS I'm afraid - and we've not had the chance to correct them all.  At one stage, one of our flags was not far from Mumbai (Bombay)...  That was not a computer error!  Our poor mother thinks her kids are not only runaway sailors but Krishna ashram devotees too... 

II Nauti Buoys

Coinjock to Norfolk: 28-29 Aug 09

Taking up position behind the Gold Coast

Beyond Coinjock, the Motleys negotiated more shallows and crab pots in North Landing River, crossed the North Carolina and Virginia border and passed a dilapidated Pongo Ferry (marina & restaurant) - perhaps a victim of the recession.  The Albemarle & Chesapeake Canal presented us with a variety of bridges and commercial traffic (large tows) until finally at Great Bridge we halted at the free town dock to anxiously appraise our next challenge – the Great Bridge Lock.  Here we learned that our last 188m had been in fresh water!  So that’s why we hadn’t seen any dolphins or manatees...duh!  The lock is ingeniously set up to separate salt from fresh water, so rather than operating as a “rise”, it is merely a matter of opening and closing gates.

Oh fruit.  It's a lock!

While the Cap’n biked up to have a friendly chat with the Lock operators, BW and GS set about catching crabs, down-home style.  Locals simply set up baited lines, wait for a bit, then slowly pull them in scooping up any blue swimmer crabs with a long fishing net.  They hauled in plenty, whilst we managed a creditable 3, given bait was left-over Bucksport sausage!  BW became champion crabber whilst GS, once a grand barracuda angler, took honourary title of catfish-woman.  We couldn’t even give them away, so it was their reprieve at least!  Not so, the crabs… 

Cooks & cookees

Early next morning, BW & the Cap’n hauled in another 3, and after strong resistance from the crabs, our trusty Cap’n had them in the pot.  BW prepped up some steamed crab omelette for brunch before we ventured forth into the lock, a salty Elizabeth River and then Norfolk beyond – a mere 11m away.  Of course, the railway bridge broke down didn’t it, so our long awaited mile ZERO took quite a bit longer than anticipated.

Celebrating Mile Zero

Norfolk (and Portsmouth) is home to a sizeable US Naval fleet and is a busy port indeed.  WJ3 suddenly seemed a tiny speck against these great, grey giants and we listened carefully to the VHF for large ship movement warnings.  Water police were everywhere and we felt guilty about everything for no apparent reason, as you do!  However, we were left in peace to anchor off Hospital Point, a stone’s throw from Norfolk’s downtown and waterfront.  

Yes, Virginia, there is an end to the ICW…. Now break out that champagne, boys…we’ve made it!!!

From: Coinjock, NC  Lat/Long: 36 21N 75 57W  Date/Time: 28/8/09: 0815

To: Norfolk, VA  Lat/Long: 36 51N 76 18W Date/Time: 29/8/09: 1645

Time Taken: 50nm (11hrs)  Distance (this year): 2695nm (507hrs)

Distance Total (since 2008): 3544nm  (685hrs)   Fastest Speed: 5.5kts**

Weather: Some cloudiness & rain given proximity of TS Danny; still hot & humid

(** motor/sail)

Stumpy Pungo

Beaufort to Coinjock: 24-27 Aug 09

Passing a large "tow"

We had read about boater lethargy; not wanting to leave port once safely at anchor or not wanting to stop once back on the road (or ditch actually)!  Not far from Beaufort lay the 200 mile marker (to the end of the ICW) and beyond 35N.  Again, we were keen to make up miles. 

Fishing Fleet

Typically, WJ3’s engines got a good workout before we stopped to spend an evening looking out over Goose Creek hiding from mozzies, and feeling quite safe until a Coast Guard Alert came over the VHF.  Thunderstorms and high winds, including a water spout, off the Pamlico River.  Oh no! That’s where we are!  (Actually there was quite a bit of swearing too – and it wasn’t the Coasties!)  We waited as dark clouds approached and then thankfully passed us by.  We did not see (and didn’t want to see) that water spout, even at a distance.

Sunset over Little Aligator Creek

The waterways opened up considerably after Goose Creek - Neuse River, Pamlico River then Pamlico Sound.  We steered by compass, lines of crab pots and the odd lonely ICW marker.  We even put up a sail and tried to remember how to use it; fair sailing until we reached sleepy Belhaven on the Pungo River.  The wifi café was closed (surprise! surprise!) but we managed to check our email at the local library.  Kindly, they let us stay for the afternoon, typing away in air-conditioned bliss.  Locals were exceptionally friendly, even offering rides and every assistance.

Crabs a go-go in Belhaven

Further up river, lay the Alligator-Pungo canal, 23 miles of stump jumpin’ and snag swervin’.  We had hardly passed any traffic at all in these waters and waved at them like sailors possessed if we did.  At the head of the Alligator River where it meets Albemarle Sound, and even more exposed waters, we nervously anchored off Little Alligator River amongst dozens of crab pots and duck blinds.  (The Motleys have set a world record for duck blind jokes, so don’t even ask!  It’s amazing what lack of TV can do for you!)  Although very shallow at 7-9ft, the sound can open up to 18ft!!  Wow! 

Stumpy Pungo

Strong winds cause steep, short waves making this area a wee bit of a mariner’s nightmare in bad weather.  Luckily, the weather held and we made a safe passage over to North River and North Carolina Cut. 

Early Morning calm at Coinjock Marina

Mid-way along this cut is Coinjock, nothing more than a couple of marina docks lining a canal.  Anchorages had been fairly sparse and any available were festooned with crab pots, so we tied up at Coinjock Marina.  It was a welcome change and offered protection if Tropical Storm Danny did decide to hit the coast with some lousy weather.  Tucked up in our air-conditioned beds in calm canal waters, we watched late night “tows” go by and allowed our feast of prime rib (half a cow per plate) to settle slowly.  More importantly, Coinjock lies at mile 50….  Only 50nm to go to Norfolk!  How exciting is that?

Crabbing at Belhaven

From: Beaufort, NC Lat/Long: 34 42N 75 39W  Date/Time: 24/8/09: 0930

To: Coinjock, NC  Lat/Long: 36 21N  75 57W Date/Time: 27/8/09: 1400

Time Taken: 154nm (24hrs)  Distance (this year): 2645nm (496hrs)

Distance Total (since 2008): 3494nm  (674hrs)   Fastest Speed: 7kts**

Weather: Slight winds, calm seas; a few clouds about and a little rain to cool us down

(** motor/sail with all 3 sails out at one stage)