Saturday, October 11, 2014

High Tensions and a Faulty Engine

Hello all!

It's been a few days since my last post, so I apologize in advance for being vague and brief in my summary of the trip thus far. Things have been going well! We have cranked up our daily mileage goal in an attempt to get to Savannah with some time to explore. Our stop in Baltimore put us a little behind schedule, but seeing friends and family makes t all worth it. Plus, we had a laundry list of work projects on the boat, most of which were checked off. We showered, ate crabs up to our eyeballs, and restocked necessary grocery items. We were able to do the Chesapeake Bay in two days, and today we entered the ICW which is an inside passage taking us down the inside of the Outer Banks, but skipping Cape Hatteras which is known to be particularly nasty this time of year. We intend on sailing all night to make Ocracoke tomorrow morning at the bottom of the Banks. There, we hope to find a hardware store to pick up some necessary items we need to fix our engine.

Now the juicy stuff...
Yesterday (or was it two days ago??) the engine coolant did something bad. We thought we burst a hose, but that was quickly ruled out. All we knew was that there was boiling coolant pouring all over the engine and onto the sole boards. Our only real concern, confident that Yuri could fix the problem, was the Lucky our cat would lick up some of the sweet smelling, but fatally toxic, liquid. On our hands and knees, Paula and I scrubbed the floor, the walls, and any other surface we felt it had come into contact with. Problem fixed, we continued motoring along only to find less than ten minutes later, coolant pouring out on to the sole boards again. Upon investigation, Yuri discovered he had let the cap off the overflow tank. Obviously, I felt frustration at having just scrubbed everything clean only to be voided by such a stupid mistake, but he quickly said he would clean it up himself. Under my breath I mumbled something about how he was right...

Since then, we have had a string of engine problems, the latest of which involves some water hose and a coupling (again I could be making these things up..?) needing to be replaced. In the meantime, the engine is leaking water which is producing steam and has fogged up all our indicator lights. Oh, the first thing with the coolant caused the engine to overheat....badly. Now I remember, it was a belt! We blew a belt and the engine overheated causing the coolant to overheat and boil out. Anyway, that's fixed but now we have this new problem which is less scary because it involves fresh water but Yuri says we can't go out into the ocean unless it's fixed. Fair enough. 

Oh and we have run aground twice for stupid reasons. Neither of which I was behind the wheel for. But I'm not blaming anyone...in any case, equipment failure and lack of proper aleep, as well as confined quarters has us all on a bit of an edge. Hoping things will mellow out as we will be visiting the beach tomorrow!

Friday, October 3, 2014

And we're off!

Yesterday Marked Day 1 of our transit with the rest of the water-based “snowbirds” down to Florida. We like to joke that we retired early…it seems that most cruisers have already seen the majority of their lives go by, entering into the long-term sailing phase after having settled all their other debts to society. Not so much for us. Living on a boat is something I have no intention of  doing when I am 65.

October 1st, we got a 5 AM start out of Lincoln Harbor Marina, and we made it to Great Kills Marina where my parents had their own boat Tiny Bubbles for many years. It was hard to be back there after Hurricane Sandy, but great to see that they’ve rebuilt everything that was destroyed. I don’t think I will ever forget that day, driving down Hylan Blvd and watching for familiar storefronts only to see them replaced with broken glass, tree trunks, and flooded streets. How relieved my mother and I were to see our trusty boat floating proudly in the middle of the harbor. How sad I was to make it to Singapore during the Clipper Round the World race this past February and find out that while she was capable of making it through the worst storm in NYC history, she hadn’t faired the icy waters of the artic blast that the Northeast had experienced this winter. While I was off experiencing the world, my parents were signing over the boat that had given them some of the best years of their lives. My mother still mourns Tiny Bubbles and I do not blame her. I know my father mourns her privately; I do not blame him either. That old boat….may she rest in peace, and may the happy memories created aboard Tiny Bubbles be the those that remain.

So Yuri and I are off to start a new chapter of Slivko-Bathurst-Bartz sailing. Please follow us on our journey here on this blog. And for those of you who need constant reassurance as to our whereabouts and safety, here’s a link to the GPS tracker we have on board that updates every 10 minutes:

We are currently about 3.5 miles offshore, hugging the Three Nautical Mile line. Our goal is Cape May by 10:00 PM tonight. We are making significantly better mileage than either of us anticipated, which is great because we hope to spend some extra time visiting along the way. It looks like we will not only be able to spend that time, but will continue to stay ahead of schedule as well- a big bonus!

Yesterday, we all spent the day acltimatizing ourselves to the swells of the Atlantic. Paula and Darell, our amazing crew without whom we would be lost, both felt a bit queasy throughout the day. Thanks to Meclazine for helping them overcome it. And no thanks to Yuri who excitedly turned on the macerator pump after we hit the 3-mile mark offshore to pump out our blackwater tank without informing us. Paula, Darell, and I were sitting on deck when we were hit with the smell. I watched as the two of them went from a healthy skin color to green, green, green. I tried not to laugh as I sent Paula to the bow so that she’d be upwind of the stench. A bit too late maybe? Luckily, there was no need for me to shout “Aim for distance!” and Yuri learned a good lesson about communication.

Ok, I’ve reached my 1-page limit so I’ll sign off now and go make dinner on my new stove!

Somewhere off the coast of Jersey Shore. Cabs are here!!!!

Heather