Author: markperil@gmail.com

Sailing has everything

After riding a high of a New York weekend and engagement, we are back on the boat in Haverstraw, struggling through delays for parts, bad weather, and crummy docking experiences.  During rainy nights like these we are drawn to re-reread a journal entry Mark made at the beginning of our trip.

We often say that “sailing has everything”.

Massive highs, massive lows and the swings in between. Boredom, excitement, terror, enthusiasm. It offers a chance to practice tenacity, relaxation, thoughtfulness, conscientiousness. A place to fix things, break things, solve problems and make them. It challenges your mind and body, while satisfying a sense of adventure.

Sailing teaches you to appreciate the simplest things: Food, water, shelter, weather, power, and (not to mention) a hot shower. Sailing gives you the time and the opportunity to stare out over the horizon for hours, to see sunrises and sunsets in the same day, to go wherever your heart desires and to respect nature because ultimately it has the final say.

We often say you can’t have a schedule, more of a plan with a backup plan…and a backup to the backup plan…and plans change.

You learn to appreciate the sunny days until there are too many in a row, then you appreciate the clouds. You learn to crave wind in the doldrums and calm in a storm.

There’s always something to do if you want to do it, but you don’t always have to do it right away. Sailing gives you a chance to do what you want to do, be who you want to be, and figure out just how the hell you’re gonna get there.

Sailing has everything.

New Solenoid, New York, New News

We’re a little overdue for a post, so here goes!

Where did we leave off….Poughkeepsie @ Mariners on the Hudson (Wednesday last week)?  Yeah that’s about right…What can I say?  It was nice to have a place to tie the boat, but resulted in the worst nights sleep due to the current/waves/exposed nature of the place.

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Also, it was quite literally the shittiest dock we’ve ever had the pleasure of stepping onto (tip of the cap to the seagulls & geese that call this dock home – nice work guys)

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From there we went to Haverstraw Bay, and after navigating the tricky entrance, we had two of the nicest days at anchor.  The weather was great, the anchor held well, and it was nice to have some solitude for a change.  I managed to sneak ashore and grab a replacement zinc for the heat exchanger (thank god – see photo below comparing new & old), and we caught an amazing sunrise on the morning we departed.

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We then headed over to Half Moon Bay Marina, where we kept the boat for the weekend while we dashed into the city!!!  Although we were keen to get lots of photos in the big apple, we only got two at the train station on the way in.  We got ZERO photos in the city itself…and frankly weren’t too bummed about that.  We were pre-occupied with soaking up the awesomeness.

We had an amazing time even though it was just a couple of days blasting around Manhattan and Brooklyn.  It’s always so fun going to NYC – there’s always something new to discover.

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After the weekend, we came back to a boat that wouldn’t start.  At all.  We’d been having problems with our starter solenoid, and it seems like it had finally died for good.  Steve (marina manager/nicest guy ever) ripped us across the river in his jetboat to buy a replacement from the marine store across the way, and $40 later I’d picked up a new/better version of the solenoid (see below – the new one is heavy duty/steel, the old one is plastic).  After the installation, Tara turned over instantly, and put a big smile on my face.

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Oh yeah one more thing…we got engaged this weekend!  Happy (Canadian) Thanksgiving!

 

Days of our lives

Approaching Haverstraw cove after a long day motoring down the Hudson River.  We’d done lengthy research about how tricky the entrance is (only 5-6 feet deep at low water + a 2 foot deep submerged concrete hazard/island on the north side of the channel), and we were watching the depth sounder closely.  We had read that the hazard may or may not be marked, and having never been here before were weary about what we may/may not find.

Caitie: “OK I’m going to the bow to post a lookout.  Call out the depths to me”

Mark: “OK, hold on…just in case we do touch ground, hang on…you may jerk forward”

C: OK.

M: Um…4 feet on the depth sounder.

C: Really?!

M: 3.8 feet…?!

C:….

M:  We’re not aground though!  The boat is floating….we’re not aground yet.  It should be 6 feet in one boat length…

C: Don’t get too close to these submerged pilings on the south side either…

M: Ok.  5 feet

M: Ok. 7 feet

M: 9 feet

C: (thumbs up)

C:  OK, the submerged wall is definitely marked.  See the two markers on the north side of the channel?

M: Yep!  11 feet

C: (thumbs up)

Mark and Caitie continue on, inching their way ahead on the south shore of the channel, eventually getting into 20 feet of water and dropping the anchor.  

FAST FORWARD to 20 min later…Safely anchored, first beer cracked.

C: Hey looks like we might have a motor boat joining us

M: …

C: Um, is he going to avoid the submerged wall?

M: Doesn’t look like it.  Should I say something?  (does nothing)

C: Oh my god, he thinks the obstruction markers are channel markers…he’s going between them!

M: …

C: …

SLAM.  The motor boat runs aground SO HARD he pops up and is stuck on the submerged wall.

C: oh my gosh did that just happen?

M: Yeah he is completely stuck.  Jesus.  (thinking should I pump up the dinghy and go help him??)

C: Is he going to try to to through again?

M: No way…he’s going to pop it in reverse and try to GTFO.

Boat reverses (medium throttle) and nothing happens.  Boat owner starts leaning over the side and reverses (full throttle) and boat starts to come loose…he finally comes free and turns to leave the anchorage with his tail between his legs.  Mark and Caitie sit and stare in awe.

MAST UP!

WHEW!  What a day.  Stepping the mast was, frankly, pretty easy with the help of Sean and the guys at Hop-O-Nose marina…the hard part was rigging everything afterwards!  Good news is, she’s finally up and ready to rumble.

There was a little drama again with the roller furler (more on that later), but otherwise it went up without a hitch.  WOOT

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We’re going to stay here one more night before continuing our trek south down the Hudson River.

When and If

So we rocked the locks.  Awesome.   Done and dusted.

The most amazing part was that the weather held out for us the WHOLE time as we went through the canal.  Those photos of tank tops, sunscreen, and bandanas?  Yeah they were real, but don’t worry we’re rocking the warm gear now…

When we were finally spit out into the Hudson, we decided that we’d earned a chill day.  After a week of averaging over 50 miles a day, we were actually pretty tired…WATERFORD was the spot.  There was rain in the forecast, so we cranked up the iPads for an afternoon of decompressing….ahhhhhh

The highlight of the stop (and the only thing I shot photos of) was the gorgeous 1939 John Alden designed 63-foot wooden schooner that was docked next to us.  We instantly made friends with Doug, Ron, Bill, and Larry and were graciously hosted by (Captain) Ron for dinner aboard on Saturday night.  This boat is amazing – has been completely restored from the ground up over the past two years.  Check out their Facebook page or this story for photos and info on this massive project.

Much thanks to Ron, Doug, and the crew!  I hope to see them (and the boat with the masts up) down south sometime soon :)

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TOMORROW IS RE-STEP DAY for the mast.  I’m not nervous.  No really!  I’m not.

(Alec) Baldwinsville

The whole point of this post is to show this ridiculously good looking sunrise that I photographed while leaving Baldwinsville.  Tagline, “Just coffee, no filter”.

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Sure, there are other cool sights (check out this old aqueduct!), but basically it’s a lot of…canal…and more canal.  They don’t call this “the ditch” for no reason.

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Oh and here’s a shot of the janky set of pilings that we had to tie to in Rome, NY…we wouldn’t fit on the “nice” dock with our 55+ foot mast sticking off either end of the deck…

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Good news is – we’ve basically crossed the halfway point!  As of tonight we are tied up to Lock 16.  Hopefully, if all goes well, We’ll be in the Hudson by this weekend!

Let’s hear it for New York, New York, NEWWWWWW YORRRRRRRRKKKK

First big day in the Canal

(Yesterday) The 26th was our first real day in the canal, and it was filled with “oohs” and “ahhhs”.  We wanted to take this route because we figured it would really take us through small town America, and so far it hasn’t disappointed!  As we motor along, we pass tiny towns, corn fields, apple orchards and small houses dotting the shore.  Every so often we need to call a bridge operator for a lift, but otherwise it’s all about keeping the boat in the middle of the waterway and enjoying the scenery.

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We transited our first two locks in Lockport, and met the kind lock masters there.  John took me up to the gas station up the way in his Subaru to get a 5 gallon can of diesel.  Thanks John!  All in all the locks were pretty easy, but word on the street is they get harder when the water level is rising vs. falling…

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As we motored past Gasport (ironically named) we saw a tiny little “Yacht Club”-slash-marina and asked if they had diesel.  Craig, the operator, responded, “Well, I can get ya some!”.  Sure enough I popped in his truck, we zipped up to the gas station and got another 20 gallons (and a 30 rack of beer).  This top up, plus the jerry can from Lockport and we were at a full tank.  See how easy that is??  Man, people are so friendly!

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Our day ended at Holley, New York – a small town of 1500 people with a little square, diner, grocery store, and pizza joint.  We tied to really nice docks with free power, water, bathrooms, and showers, and had a nice relaxing night.

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“No Diesel For You”

 

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Soooo after de-stepping (day 3) we encountered the infamous Denny Wardell at the entrance to the Erie Canal.  He’s known for a number of things (read some reviews on Active Captain), but most specifically his hot button issue: Destepping masts.  Basically, if you don’t destep with him, he won’t sell you diesel.

We were down to a 1/4 tank, entering the canal and he has a prime spot right there….his only competition across the way was “SOLD OUT FOR THE SEASON”.  So what could we do?

I had a lovely exchange with him on the telephone which went basically like this “NO!  I won’t sell you diesel.  Why would I?  I make $20 bucks off you, while the guys down the way at Rich Marine make $300?  No thanks.  Have fun in the Canal without any fuel.  GOODBYE.”

Thanks Denny.

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Fortunately our luck changed once we got in the canal.  Aside from him, we’ve met some of the nicest people ever.

D(estep)-Day

Today we had to take down the mast…I woke up with mixed emotions – the disappointment that comes with knowing you won’t be sailing for a while, coupled with the urgency to get to work!  Damn there was a lot to do…especially since we had an issue with the roller furling mechanism the day before and we couldn’t drop the headsail.

Mark’s first time up the mast in a bosuns chair :)

ALL IN ALL, the day was a huge success!  Bill and the gang at Rich Marine were super pro and really went the extra mile to help us with the task.  I think we said “thank you” about 40 times…

We were SO eager, we decided to split and make our way towards the canal.  Only one problem…we were running pretty low on diesel…

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