We said our goodbyes to Gary
and Greta and set out from a sunny Norfolk
with a force 4 breeze, we raised the mainsail but knew that we would be motor
sailing for the next couple of hours. As
we made our way up the Elizabeth
River there was a
reasonable about of boat traffic, at one point we had four tugs looming behind
us.
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One of the many tugs along Elizabeth River |
We then had 2 cargo ships
heading directly at us crossing the channel and heading into the docks. The Naval base was also busy and we had our
first radio call from a Naval boat, as Warship 57 radioed and advised us to hold
course as we passed port to port, with the rail full of soldiers who looked
like they were looking forward to arriving home.
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Our first chat with the US Navy |
As we continued into the Chesapeake making progress to the Atlantic
the wind built to 28 knots as we bumped along the shallow chop. This was not forecast but we were still
looking forward to getting out to sea.
As we approached Virginia Beach
we could see an Aircraft Carrier speeding out of the Bay, there were 2
helicopters hovering close, a large ship coastguard ship leading the way and
following at the rear plus 2 smaller boats on each side. Before we knew it one of the smaller boats
with a machine gun on the front had appeared about 15 foot off our Port side,
Mark switched on the VHF as we thought they were going to radio us but they
just made eye contact through their open door and maintained their position
next to us until the Aircraft carrier had made it’s way past us, not sure what
sort of threat we posed especially as we battled upwind trying to eat lunch
from a saucepan! Once it had passed the intimidation didn’t stop as the huge
coastguard boat moved out of the channel and directly behind us, we gave them a
friendly wave.
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Not sure why they through we may have been a threat, look at the size of it! |
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Glad when it has finally passed us |
We were finally able to turn
south and run parallel along the Virginia
Beach shore which made the wind at a better angle and
it had dropped off slightly to 15-20 knots, we could start to relax a little.
As the night fell we prepared for the night by getting the cosy bunk ready with
2 sleeping bags as it was cold and preparing a hot dinner. The night continued without too much
excitement, we both managed to get some sleep and managed our watches with the
wind behind and not too much rolling, there seemed to be a constant stream of
tugs and barges, we thought it was a little surprising for so many barges to be
out at sea but there may have been more that usual as the Intracoastal had a
broken lock which may have forced traffic around the outside.
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Tug and barge in distance as the sunrise |
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Glad to see it getting light on a very long night |
By 9.30am the wind had
dropped off and the engine went on, we were still in relatively shallow water paralleling
the coast. There were a few other boats
around and a bigger boat called French Kiss seemed to divert so they could
motor past and give us a wave – well Amanda a wave as Mark was asleep.
As the sun set on a second
night at just after 5pm, Amanda slept and we motored sailed with light
winds. Early that evening we were
treated to a visit from some dolphins, bottled nosed we think as they are quite
large, a pod of around 15-20 dolphins racing around the boat, what a lovely
time we were having.
Things started to deteriorate
for us later that night, around 9.30pm the wind quickly increased and we had
around 20 knots of the nose but along with this a very confused sea. We were unable to tack inshore at this point
as there was shoaling and we were unable to head out to sea without the risk of
getting in the Gulf Stream pushing us north. So we persevered, we were getting
chucked all over the place as Magnum slammed into the short steep seas with
water piling over the decks. This
continued throughout the night with neither of us being able to rest until we
were clear of Cape Lookout, at which point it
was deep enough for us to head inshore and start sailing. We were still hard on
the wind, around 20 knots, and we were also moving in the wrong direction but
the motion eased and we could sail. As
we headed in shore and the sun was up there we lots of little fishing boats
buzzing around plus more Warships. Our
second contact with a Warship, as they radioed and request we diverted to their
stern as they were completing small boat manoeuvres. We headed inshore until it started to shallow
and then started our tack back out to sea, still hard on the wind and still
very tiring and difficult to move around the boat, thankfully we both had our
seasick patches so were not feeling too awful.
Whilst bashing back out to
sea we were joined by a lovely little bird, he hopped around the cockpit trying
to get some shelter from the wind, every time Mark went near him, to adjust our
course, he would fly off but he was struggling with the wind and was desperate
to get back on board. At one point we
were both downstairs and he sat in the companion way looking longingly at the
warm and cosy cabin but he was too scared to venture to close, we were pleased
to help him along his way but he soon flew off.
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Our little birdy friend |
As the day went on the wind
continued from the South East and we continued to tack, not wanting to head to
far out to sea as with this we started to enter the Gulf Stream and the sea
became more and more disturbed. There
was some rest during the day and we were cheered up by the visiting dolphins
but we were in for another tiring night.
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Dolphins surfing the waves |
As it approached midnight
the wind finally started to veer but as it did it started to build and was
quickly well into the 20’s and we had 3 reefs in the mainsail to try to slow us
over the increasingly bumpy sea, we were now experiencing a wind over tide
motion with the north west wind against the gulf stream. The wind continued to build as we continued
to adjust the high wind alarm, 35 knots was regularly appearing on the
windometer. Amanda wedged herself in the
bunk and Mark harnessed on in the cockpit.
The gulf stream was forecast
to be at least 10nm offshore at this point and we should have been well inshore
of it, but we had at least 1/1.5 knts of current against us. With a following
gale and shallow water, 10/20 meters, the sea state was atrocious; we were in
for a long scary night!
In these situations, we just
have to keep the boat safe, trust that she will look after us and remind
ourselves that all bad weather changes eventually.
Finally as the sun came up
the winds started to moderate, as we passed Cape Fear
and Mark was finally able to think about getting some rest. Again the dolphins
popped along to cheer us up and we were making direct progress to Charleston but had added
miles to our journey with all the previous days upwind work, meaning another
night at sea.
Thankfully the wind had
dropped off to 15-20 knots from the North East so it was a relatively
comfortable sail and by the early hours of the morning we were motoring sailing
both desperate to get into Charleston. There is a long channel to get into Charleston and even once
reaching the outer sea walls we had hours of sailing before reaching the very
welcoming marina.
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Charleston harbour |