When we wore a heart of stone we wandered to the sea
Hoping to find some comfort there yearning to be free
And we were mesmerized by the lull of the night and the smells that filled the air
And we laid us down on sandy ground it was cold but we didn't care.
And we were drawn to the rhythm
Drawn to the rhythm of the sea
And we were drawn to the rhythm
Drawn to the rhythm of the sea
Sarah Mclachlan
And the moon kept smiling down… 6 more days and she'll be full… and I'll be in Biscayne Bay by then, God willing…
When we last left off, Glory Days was perched in full view of the rocket launch at NASA on Jan. 20… since then she's traveled a couple hundred miles south over the past ten days and arrived safety in Fort Lauderdale yesterday, Jan. 27… I've traveled 355 nautical miles since departing Jacksonville, Jan. 12.
I am pleased to report that all is well … quite well in fact, and this stop at Ft. Lauderdale will be a little resting time for me before heading south to Miami and into the Florida Keys… there's some boat projects here to do like replacing one of the four batteries that power her and some re-provisioning for the next leg.
Here's a few pics with narrations of what went down during the past week… there's also a few short video clips to tell the story.... (Evidently, the video clips don't always work when viewed on a phone or tablet... A regular computer seens to work better to view video clips)..... thanks for visiting!
After leaving Titusville and the NASA region, I decided to take a four hour detour east to view Port Canaveral… it would involve a direct east turn off the ICW as seen in the short video below:
entering the lock here... Bow line ready.
And I'm in! See video below...
Once you get secured inside the lock, they open up this here gate that allows the outside water to enter and raise the level of your boat to that of the water outside… it's sort of like taking a little step upward to a higher elevation ….
it went without a hitch thankfully…
I found Port Canaveral to be a very industrial sea port… I lingered around for about an hour and then returned back to the ICW to resume my trip south towards Vero Beach… I stopped at Harbortown Marina and stocked up on diesel fuel and water… I did some calculations and determined that my little Yanmar 16 horsepower diesel engine only burns a little over a quart per hour… 40 ounces to be exact… that's phenomenal mileage in my opinion… the only thing better is the zero fuel usage when under sail!
By the end of the day I found myself at one of my favorite towns in Florida… Vero Beach…. some sailors refer to it as "Velcro Beach", because it's so difficult to pull yourself away from it.
The marina at Vero Beach is quite nice… it's in a protected little cove and mooring balls are only $13 a day… I chose to anchor in a place I've come to love called Bethany Creek just next door… Lots of cruisers congregate here mingling and sharing stories...
The Beach at Vero is only a short walk away… or you can dingy up Bethany Creek and cross A1A highway and be there too.
Waldo's is my favorite place to do what I do… which is sit by the beach, write in my journal, and enjoy a good meal..
Vero Beach is just a good clean town with nice parks like this beachside park… I met a fellow in the hardware store who could tell I was a sailor evidently … he offered to give me a ride and took me for a ride in his huge new Mercedes into town where I shopped for groceries… people do nice things and it's a beautiful thing… He was a boater too tho now retired… we chatted about boats and birds among other things… just a small bright spot in a beautiful day.
Soon I was back on the ICW again taking in the sights after 3 nights in Vero Beach… High winds kept me there an extra day….. no worries.
The next major port or inlet was Fort Pierce… I had entered this port from the Atlantic last summer… but I kept to the inside this time due to high south winds.
This was a nice anchorage at Hobe Sound… lovely spot here with a short walk across the dunes to the beach where I caught my dinner as seen below...
He was small but yummy… do I look hungry or crazy?
There seems to be endless supply of gorgeous homes along the Intracoastal Waterway… I kept asking myself, "who are these people?"
Oops I almost forgot....Cocoa Beach is a nice stop too… the town is funky with lots of shops, galleries, and eateries… this artist was carving this Tiki right from the back of his van downtown while I watched… he worked so fast… he sells these for only $75
Meet Sally Gardiner-Smith. At 19, she is on a one year sailing trip solo all the way from Maine. We met at the dock in Cocoa Beach and tinkered on her outboard motor … She's been sailing solo since September but had some girlfriends down visiting here… Her plans are to continue south, on to the Bahamas, then to the Keys and on to Tampa where she will start college in Sept… Evidently her mom and dad raised her while cruising and dear old dad just passed the tradition on to here! you can read more about her here….Sally sailing trip
After Hobe Sound, I made my way to Lake Worth where I would plan my next long run sailing in the open ocean for the final leg to Fort Lauderdale. By sailing on the outside, I would gladly miss 18 bridge openings that I would have to navigate… Often times draw bridges only open on the hour or half hour… that means if you get there too late, you may have wait in a holding pattern for the next opening… it can alter your whole day, which is why I chose to sail on the outside for the final 55 miles to Ft. Lauderdale.
So despite the dicey weather, I made my decision and departed Lake Worth near West Palm beach at daybreak on Tues., Jan 27. The wind forecast was for 15-20 knot winds out of the west and small craft advisory issued… I studied it all carefully and poked my nose out of the inlet to view the seas… I knew it would be a sleigh ride south and so i committed to doing it… after all the sun was shining and I felt I was well prepared… it was an awesome 8 hours out in the big blue ocean off the coast… here's how it all went down… short video below in slow motion.
Sailing on the outside in the Atlantic is totally different from traveling on the ICW so I took all the usual safety precautions (yes mom!) like being tethered in, wearing a life jacket, and keeping an emergency GPS locator attached to my life jacket… It's not a place you want something to go wrong like equipment failure or, lord forbid, falling overboard.
Once you get offshore, flying fish like these are fairly common… The flying fish is one odd bird… they just come out of nowhere and go skipping across the water like crazy … I can't decide if they are traveling in a school or a flock… I really need to read up on these guys and what they are all about.... Why do they fly I wonder.... Escaping a predator?
You encounter all types of vessels meeting you while way out there… everybody's trying to get somewhere…Everybody waves...
and the moon smiled down.
After about 8 hours, the tall buildings of Ft. Lauderdale soon came into view… ahhhh
Here's a little video clip below that shows what a wild ride it was indeed… sweet.
It seems like every time I enter or leave a commercial shipping port, there's always a huge cargo ship to negotiate with… actually, there's no negational at all… wherever he wants to go is where I will get out of the way, especially when he's traveling at 12 knots like below here.
As soon as I entered the jetties, I noticed these crazy surfer guys riding waves right next to the jagged rocks and heavy surf coming in… brave, I thought… but they probably would think the same thing of someone single handling a boat for 50 miles in the open ocean… still, it was entertaining to watch… video clip below...
This is my boat entering the Ft. Lauderdale harbor called Port Everglades… this is a major hub for cargo ships and cruise ships...
I was pleased with my numbers above… averaging 5.9 knots in heavy seas with high winds was rewarding but I was exhausted upon arrive as I entered the port… hard to believe I topped out with a speed of 7.7!
final video clip below here...
final video clip below here...
Once in the harbor, I noticed that Stephen Spielberg's yacht, Seven Seas, is still here and still for sale…
only $200 million
There's always interesting sights here… Evidently, this is a car that can also go into the water like a boat… like an amphibian I suppose…
Young sailors in training at sailing school here.
I thought this cormorant was so cute perched on the bow of my dinghy today so I took his picture… little did I know he was in the process of leaving me a huge pile you know what… I should've known better… there will be a clean up job tomorrow… If that's the worse thing that happened to me all week, I'm doing pretty good.
So I've returned to a really nice anchorage here at Sunshine Lake… it's just a stones' throw from my buddy Craig and Linda's condo… I'll be anchored here at the blue dot for a few days, rest up, gear up, and head further south very soon…. all is well! I am so blessed!
Craig and I took a walk today in the nearby Hugh Taylor Burch State Park to see the the banyan trees… I found it hard to hug a tree that has multiple trunks… still I tried...
Stay tuned … the journey within continues…
So long friends… thanks for dropping by! And thanks Sarah Mcglachlan for this wonderful song…
I believe it was the very first song on her first album, Solace.
We fell asleep and began to dream when something broke the night.
Memories stirred inside of us, the struggle and the fight.
And we could feel the heat of a thousand voices telling us which way to go.
And we cried out is there no escape from the words that plague me so.
And we were drawn to the rhythm,
Drawn to the rhythm of the sea.
We were drawn to the rhythm,
Drawn to the rhythm of the sea.
In the still and the silent dawn another day is born,
Washed up by the tireless waves the body bent and torn
When you wake in the face of the blinding sun,
And you search only to find,
That heaven is a stranger place than what you've left behind.
And we were drawn to the rhythm,
Drawn to the rhythm of the sea.
We were drawn to the rhythm,
Drawn to the rhythm of the sea.
