Sail - Chap 1 - Preparation

Float plan.

This post is part of a multi-part series.  If you start reading now, you are hereby required to read ALL the upcoming posts/chapters in the next few days. There was simply too much content to put into a single post. All three of you (my readers) would waste your entire day reading if I put everything in one post. So, I have separated them (for the most part) by day labeling them as Chapters.

This first Chapter is pretty quick so if you get your cup of coffee (or wine), don't get too comfortable:

Fishing Florida's Forgotten Coast
Waypoints on the left. 
Estimated float plan is the red line up the West Coast of Florida.


My best friend Nick has always wanted to sail around the world. Me, not so much. I love being on the water, but I don't think (okay, I know I don't) have the patience to be a sailor. I have known Nick since I was 13 years old; I met him at a 7-Eleven in Clearwater while I was playing "Asteroids". To say that we have been friends for a "long" time is definitely an understatement. We are quite different men, but the friendship has endured for 40 years. Nick has always been a bad influence on me, btw.  :-)

As a pre-cursor to his sail-around-the-world "bucket-list" endeavor, he got this "amazing?/crazy?" idea that it would be "cool" to sail his little 1970's 22' sailboat from Key West to Clearwater. That is about 300 nautical miles, in case you are wondering. Another way to put that - it is a long f**cking (fricking) way in a little sailboat. His brother-in-law, Don lives near Key West (Bahia Honda State Park), so that, Nick assured me, would give us an excelling starting point. Sure Nick, sounds reasonable.

When asked to accompany him, I, of course, said, "Count me in, Nick". YOLO, and all that. Nick is more adventurous than me, so I gotta do what I can to keep up with him. Since I know how to navigate (thanks Sea School), I spend a few weeks creating reachable waypoints, calculating distances and headings, analyzing bays, rivers and harbors up the West Coast, using my software to organize the journey and entering those waypoints into my little hand-held GPS.  (Our primary form of electronic navigation).  I put all this into a folder.

Do I enjoy this? - you're darn right I do. I would quit my job tomorrow if I could navigate every day.
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Red wine ensures that my dining-room calculations are correct. I calculate a "minimum" of 8 legs - if everything goes well. That means a minimum of 8 days on a tiny, cramped sailboat in 100+ degree heat. What could go wrong? At this point in time, I'm still going with the word "adventure". I'm sure you're thinking that too.

Nick spends these same weeks preparing the sailboat: Installing a VHF radio, setting up a solar array,  installing devices, repairing sails, running cables up the mast, and working on the 1983 9.9 HP Johnson engine:
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Wow, that is a HUGE Cabin for two people!? Right?!
Look how clean it is.

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Okay, that is a bad-ass solar array.  Gives us power 100% of the time. 
Our phones can stay charged as well as everything else on the boat.  
Great job, Nick.

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Solar Power. 
I'm guessing we will have some sun in June in the Everglades.

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New VHF Radio - Very important. 
More on that later.

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1983 9.9 HP Johnson.

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When I arrive, I ask, "What's the bungee cord for, Nick?"  
Answer, "Oh, that holds the cowling on."  
Of course. Dumb question.
"So if the bungee cord falls off while we are sailing, the engine is open to the elements?"
"That would never happen".
Of course not.
Dumb question.
The bungee cord has "1983" stamped on it.  Just a coincidence, I'm certain.

June arrives - the time has come - we're committed.  Yes, you are free to use that word metaphorically here.

If the boat looks small to you it's probably just the angle of this particular picture.

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For the record, the sailboat IS bigger than the Jeep - but not by much.

So in the middle of the June summer (100+ degree heat, beginning of hurricane season, you know, perfect sailing conditions), I arrive in Clearwater where we all pack into Nick's Jeep, load the sailboat, and head out for our 6 hour drive down to the Keys. Nick's wife Nathalie (also the name of the sailboat) and her daughter follow us in their little-red car.

We head South.
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Rain, rain, everywhere. Lots of severe thunderstorms all across Florida. No way this is a bad omen.  The weather will improve.

Things go quite well until we pass Naples and start heading East across Alligator Alley towards Miami. We hear a loud "pop".

Nick and I look at each other, "Did you hear that?"

Damn, flat fire. The tire is shredded - and that is a brand new tire. It's raining, cars are whizzing past us at 85 MPH (the slower ones) and we have a guard-rail directly next to us. It is slippery.

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Work the problem....
I ask Nick where the lug-wrench is.
"Back of the Jeep, he replies". I pull it out.
Then I ask, "Nick, where is the lug nut wrench that actually fits the boat trailer lug nuts? Your Jeep lug nuts are much smaller."

"What?!, Really? No."

......  Time passes while Nick spends time talking to AAA. They inform him that they don't work on boat trailers - and they won't be sending anyone out to us. Now I know why I'm not a AAA member.

Boat trailers:  God's true test of Men (I got that quote from Mike Wilson).

People ask me all the time, "How do you launch your boat?"
My reply is always the same, "By phone!"

Nick is obviously getting very frustrated with AAA. Standing on the side of the highway enjoying the rain, I have time to formulate a plan. Nick finally agrees with me. It simply isn't safe for us to all remain here on the side of the slippery highway in the rain. So Nick reluctantly unhooks the boat trailer, leaves it, and we all make an illegal U-turn in the median and return to Naples.

WalMart!

As soon as we enter WalMart, a storm from hell hits. Hey, at least we are all safe. Well, as safe as one can be in a WalMart. While WalMart does have lug-wrenches and a new Jack, they do NOT have any trailer tires that fit. The roof sounds like it is going to blow off from the storm.

Nick Googles, calls around and eventually finds "Custom Hitch & Trailer" about 7-8 miles from Walmart. Glory be, they have a tire that fits! But they close at 5. It is 4:40 p.m. We check-out our WalMart stuff and haul-butt. It has stopped raining. This particular storm has moved on. Storms are fierce down here!

We arrive at Custom Hitch & Trailer at 4:56 p.m. The guy that works there, possibly the owner, I'm not sure, is as nice as he can be. He suggests we purchase TWO trailer tires. Normally I hate being up-sold, but this is the easiest up-sell of my lifetime. In addition, this guy gives us his business card, writes his cell number on it, and tells us if we need him for our emergency in the next hour, that he will come help us. What an awesome dude! I intend to send him a "Thank You" card with a Visa gift card. Nice people rock.

We caravan back to the boat, but about 5 miles before we get to it, I see a "Road Ranger" truck in front of us - travelling in the same direction.

"Hey Nick, get in front of that guy. He'll help us". Nick has his doubts.

We arrive at the boat. The new lug nut wrench fits. I get four (out of five) of them off when, hello - the Road Ranger pulls up behind us.

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47 seconds later they have the new trailer tire installed. Well, okay, they have hydraulic, portable tire-changing tools. I could have done it in 10 minutes.  :-)  But, hey, I am more than happy to have assistance. Thanks gentlemen:

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We tip the road-assistance boys and we are back on the road. Problem solved.

The boys are asleep in the back of the Jeep, the weather has cleared and we even are blessed with a double-rainbow:

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There is no way anything else bad could happen during this sailing adventure which has yet to begin.

11 hours later, we arrive safely in Bahia Honda State Park near Key West. Nick's brother-in-law Don greets us all, late at night, with dinner and open arms.

Time for bed. We're all pretty tired. Nice job Nick getting us all here safely. I know you are tired dude.

Tomorrow: Sailing - Chapter 2 - Bahia Honda State Park.

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Year of Adventure?


Happy New Year everyone.

I don't know how many people are left that actually read my blog.  God knows, I haven't written much of them this year.  God also knows that I haven't fished much this year.  I'm pretty sure I had at least three readers at the beginning of the year.  Perhaps I now have at least two readers left.  In my defense, I have some pretty good reasons for not fishing as much as usual.

Years are very long.  Yet at the same time they fly by in the blink of an eye.  At the beginning of the year, I was determined to make this the "Year of Adventure".  Now, I doubt that it really was THAT adventurous, but I can only do so much.

Let's go quickly through the year:

January:

It actually snowed twice in Tallahassee in January.  The first storm dumped a nice coating on us.  The 2nd storm was just a few sprinkles.  Still, that was a pretty cool way to start the year.

I became Chairman of a technology non-profit in January.

Oh yeah, this is a fishing blog - kinda.  So, some friends joined me and we made a run out to V Tower - in January!  It was 40 degrees and choppy.  For the life of me, I can't find the photos associated with that trip.  We did catch our fair share of Amberjack and snapper though.  Trust me, it was a lot of fun.  The trip is documented on my site.

February:

I had to drive to Tampa for a business trip.  No big deal, right?  But the meeting started at 9 am and I had a concert to attend until 11 pm the evening before.  I dropped Terri off at the house around 11:30 pm and I headed east on I-10.  I drove for an hour or so and said to myself, "Self, this is crazy.  You should stop at the next hotel."  But then I remembered that this was the year of adventure.  Now when was the last time you drove long distance, by yourself, from 11 pm to 3 am?  Yeah, me neither.  But I put on Spotify and sang as I drove along the highway - my mental state much improved.  I arrived in Tampa around 3 am in a great mood.  I made the meeting at 9 am.  Lost the client, but made the meeting.

One of my close friends moved to Auburn, Alabama.  So I drove 5 hours to visit him.  We partied, played golf, etc.  It was a wonderful trip.  It was just for the weekend, but it felt adventurous.

I made an offer on a new office building.  My current office is 2700 sq ft.  The new office is 12,200 sq ft.  Big difference. Negotiations began in February and continued throughout the summer.  It was not destined to be an easy purchase.

Okay, this one may not SEEM adventurous, but trust me - it was.  Disney World has 4 amusement parks:

EPCOT
Magic Kingdom
Animal Kingdom
Universal Studios

Delaney and I met up with one of my employees (Erica) and her boyfriend Josh. We started at the Animal Kingdom. Then, we moved on to Epcot - visited every country.  Before we finished that park, I had to leave because I had to drive all the way across Orlando to make a dinner for my brother Pete.  He was receiving a lifetime achievement award from his college.  I made it to the dinner banquet, witnessed the ceremony, hugged him in the parking lot, then hauled-ass all the way back across Orlando and met back up with Delaney, Erica and Josh inside Universal Studios.  Just in time, I might add, to ride the "Rock and Roller Coaster" starring Aerosmith.  We rode another ride, but by then it was getting very late. 11 pm., I think.

"Time to go", I said to Delaney.
Her response, "But Dad, we haven't done the last park yet!"

Are you freakin kidding me?  I was exhausted.  Any other time, I probably would have said, "Forget it Delaney, the old man is tired".  But then I remembered that this was the year of adventure.  When was I ever going to get another opportunity to experience all four Disney parks in a single day!? So, we sprinted across the parking lot, which is like 3 miles long, got in the Audi, sped across the Disney parks and arrived at the Magic Kingdom.  Everyone was, of course, heading out of the park; we were the only ones sprinting in.  We made it with plenty of enough time to ride Pirates of the Caribbean and Space Mountain.

All 4 Disney parks in one day!  Done!  Adventurous?  You be the judge.

March:

Began hiring new employees
Continued negotiations, via attorneys, on the new office

April:

Not sure what I did in April.  Probably nothing.

Cameron turned 21.  Oh yeah, I had a first "legal" beer with him that month:

                                               


May:

We did have another fishing trip in May.  And this was a great one.  It has always been my goal to sleep on the boat offshore with my friends.  Yes, I did sleep on the boat offshore once when I first bought it, but we had never really slept on the vessel during a fishing trip.  We decided this year was the time.

Heading out:


Nice snapper Jackson.

Even bigger, SJ.  I'm pretty sure that this remains the BIGGEST snapper every caught on my boat.



Yes, we caught our limit on snapper.  In fact, we caught SO many snapper that we threw a great deal of them back.   One of the places we stopped was a waypoint called "Mercedes".  We quickly discovered that a Goliath grouper guarded the waypoint.  Sam and goliath groupers are mortal enemies.  At one point, the goliath pulled so hard, Sam went over the side of the boat.  He was NOT going to let go of the pole.  I turned around just in time to see Mike grab Sam's ankles.  Sam was vertically upside down outside the boat with his head in the water.  It was one of the funniest things I have seen on my boat.



I have a habit of "Calling the Moment" on special occasions.  This picture above was my moment for the day. I never drink on the boat (no really), but we were anchored; we weren't intending on leaving until morning and Gene was grilling up fresh snapper and vegetables (below). The weather was perfect.  Mike opened a beer for me and snapped a photo.  Love it!


See the clouds behind me in the last picture?  Well, as the night went on - they grew bigger.  Although there was lightning way off to my East near Cedar Key, I was never really worried because I couldn't hear any thunder.  Slowly, but surely the lightning in the distance grew from the East to the South.  Then to the West, and finally to the North.  Once again - very far away - but we were surrounded.  It appeared that there was no immediate danger to us where we were anchored 55 miles offshore, so we decided to bed down.  Gene and I had hung hammocks from the T-top to the stern.  It was a brilliant idea on land, but offshore as the boat rocked, I kept bouncing off the gunwale - which was annoying.  As the clock hit 2 am., I tried to sleep  like everyone else, but it just wasn't happening for me.  Then, my hammock slammed into the gunwale as a large wave hit us.  That was a little unnerving.  Then, 3 minutes later, WHAM another large wave.  Immediately, the temperature dropped 7-8 degrees.  Nope, not gonna happen!  I bolted up out of my hammock.  Gene bolted up out of his hammock also.  




"We aren't staying are we?" Gene asked.
"No sir, I replied.  I got a bad feeling.  We are heading North out of here NOW."

Everyone else was asleep, but we woke them and got PFDs on everyone.  I started up the boat and set a course for home.

Now here is what I want you to imagine:

  • Imagine that you are on the salt-flats in Utah
  • You are driving a car at 40 mph
  • All of your windows are covered with a black sheet.
  • You can't see ANYTHING outside the car!  No moon, stars or lights.
  • You know that there might be other cars or obstacles on the salt flats (i.e. crab traps), but regardless you must drive with NO visibility for the next 2.5 hours to get home
  • Your car is responsible for driving itself

That was the experience.  It was unnerving.


Now I know what it means when pilots are forced to "fly by instruments only".  The pitch black you see in my cockpit windows above.  Yeah, that is EXACTLY what I see also (or what I don't see in this case).  Very creepy!

But wait, I'm not done.  There is more:

Gene had been having trouble getting the radar working all day.  I know, I'm the Captain and that is supposed to be my job, but whatever.  Anyway, just as we get the boat going in the pitch darkness, he magically gets the radar working.  The radar is on the right.  The big red blob is the thunderstorm that we just unknowingly out-ran.  It is moving from right to left.  Had we left 10 minutes later, we would have been pummeled.  Even though I couldn't see it, I could feel it.  The temperature drop and the two large waves gave it away.  Trust your instincts, people.

                                      

But as we head North in the darkness towards home, we see, on radar, more severe storms building.  As I get about halfway home (remember we are travelling about 40 MPH in the darkness), I take another picture of the radar:



Sorry for the crappy quality (we are hauling-butt), but see the HUGE red blob on my starboard side?  That is well, death.  And death is approaching very quickly.  It is 3 am.  It is pitch black. Except for Gene who is keeping me company in the Co-Captain's chair (Thanks Gene), everyone else is asleep. So, I can either take a chance and continue to head north to Panacea and attempt to out-run this massive storm, or I can take a hard left to port and head to Carrabelle, hopefully getting in that harbor safely.  I actually stop the boat to consider this decision. I have people's lives at stake here (including mine).  Head to home port risk: We may have to go through that massive storm. Carrabelle port risk, I don't know that difficult channel and navigating it in the dark would be extremely challenging, if not fatal, in bad weather.

I decide to head home.  The storm gets RIGHT NEXT TO US, then dissipates.  Another storm approaches, it gets RIGHT NEXT TO US then simply disappears.  We get drizzled on, but that is the extent of it.

Thank you God.  I have no other words for this strange, but gratuitous phenomenon.

We arrive safely back at the Rock Landing dock at 4:30 am.  I'm simply exhausted. We head directly to the Shak and go to sleep.  Around noon the next day, we return to the dock, tell our stories to everyone at the restaurant and clean all the fish.


Now THAT shit was adventurous!

Where did I leave off?  Oh yes:

June:

I graduate "Leadership Tallahassee" - Class 35.  That leadership program was a lot of fun as we learned a great deal about how Tallahassee works.  Here is just one of our adventures (putting out a forest fire) (we had many):


This is me and the entire LT 35 class purposefully doing a controlled forest-fire burn north of Tallahassee.  We burned 8 acres.  I like fire!


July:

We successfully hired 20 new employees.  Yes, we are, at this point, ALL still working in a 2000 sq ft building.  We have approx 5 people per office.  Things are very cramped.  The single bathroom is just gross.

August:

Delaney turns 16 and starts to drive.  Now this is a different type of adventure.  In all honesty, she turns out to be a very good driver.  

She gets a white Hyundai Elantra for her 16th birthday.

Delaney, Terri and I take a vacation to Iceland.  Cameron is unable to join us as he had just started a new job in Jacksonville and had college finals.  Iceland is simply beautiful.  "Breathtaking" is another perfect adjective.  If you want to sip margaritas on the beach and get a tan, go to the Caribbean.  If you want to hike volcanoes in 50 mph wind and 35 degree weather in their summer, see the most amazing landscapes and waterfalls you could ever imagine, hike a glacier, then go to Iceland! If you want to spend a LOT of money - go to Iceland. 


Beautiful volcano

Rapids are everywhere in Iceland.

Fricking glaciers are so beautiful, they are beyond words.

Bottom line:  If you want an adventurous vacation - go to Iceland!  Ain't nothing easy about it though.

What else, Oh, I closed on the new PCG office at the end of August.  

September:

We all moved into our new 12,000 sq ft office space in September.  PCG up to 30 employees now!

                                      


I hit Delaney's new car with my truck and crush the entire driver side door:


Oops.  Sorry Delaney.

A few weeks later, another driver hits her car when she is drinking coffee inside Black Dog Cafe and messes up her back bumper.  

Ooops.  Sorry Delaney.

Delaney continues to be a good driver...  Her car, not so much.

October:

Some adventures you simply can't plan for:


Hurricane Michael, a Category 4 storm, bordering on a Category 5 hits shore just West of us on October 7.  This storm is... pissed off!  It causes complete devastation to all areas just West of us. I'm certain you have all seen the pictures on the news, so I won't re-post them in this blog.  As far as we are concerned, well let's just say that as I am typing this on December 31st, I STILL have multiple trees to chainsaw.  We lost about 10 large trees in our yard.  Fortunately, none hit the house.  One does hit the truck but does very little damage.  Unlike thousands of other people, we were very fortunate:


Tree-house takes a direct hit.


Trees everywhere.


Truck takes a glancing blow.


This tree is right next to the driveway and is about 80 ft tall.  
I killed my chainsaw cutting it up.  
Now I have a new chainsaw.

                                     

The new chainsaw and me - best friends.

How did the Shak and marina at the coast fare?  Well, not so good.  Have you ever cleaned mud out of an entire building?  Yuck!  Smells like low tide.  We had to remove everything from the Shak, then squeegee out the floors, spray bleach on everything, remove all the cabinets, etc.  We lost the refrigerator, stove, hot water heater, air conditioners, heaters, cabinets.  Well, just about everything in the Shak.  Still, we fared better than most people.


Yes, that is mud.  Thanks for all your help, Gene and Tommy.



The marina floors looked just like mine.  Nasty!  Stinks!



Everything has to come out.


And I mean Everything!


We had to demolish and remove all the kitchen cabinets because they were full of saltwater and roaches.

But the Shak will survive and be ready for Spring fishing!  The place even has central heat and air now!


The floor survived, although the seams separated somewhat.  

Fun Halloween/costume party at the new office:


November:

Started restoring the Shak:


The Shak kitchen, almost back to normal again.  Instead of pressed wood cabinets, we went with stainless-steel tables.  Much easier to clean if it ever floods again.

***

One of my administrative staff members (Grace) is an excellent runner.  She has completed many marathons.  She mentioned that there is another half-marathon in New Orleans in February, 2019.  I have never run a marathon, so I started training in November.  Three months isn't much time to train, but I am up to 18 miles per week.  Well, at least I was until this week when I pulled a muscle in my hip (okay buttocks) and now I am struggling to walk with sharp pains going down my leg.  I am awaiting on an appointment with a chiropractor.  I don't give up easy though.  You can be assured that I will return to running soon because I'll be extremely disappointed with myself if I miss this half-marathon due to an injury.  Besides, I already bought the ticket and made the hotel reservation.  A few selfies of me running around town:




I turned a year older in November.  53 now.  Ouch.

December:

I am no longer the Chairman of a technology non-profit.

Christmas employee stockings at the new office.  There are some creative people who work for me:

                                                

When we were kids, my Dad had a tradition of putting up a white sheet and making us kids wait behind it on Christmas morning while he and my Mom took their sweet time making coffee and coming up with other silly excuses to make us lose our patience as it related to opening up our presents.  I have perpetuated that tradition. Almost every year, I have taken pictures of Cameron and Delaney waiting on the steps for their presents.  Here are a couple from Terri's scrapbook:



 
2018. They haven't changed at all!  Man, where did the years go?


Christmas with all 5? of us at grandparent's house:

Lucas is Delaney's (very tall) boyfriend.

So that about wraps things up for the year.  No pun intended.

It is New Year's evening.  
It is 11:30 pm.
Cameron and Delaney are at parties.  
Terri is asleep in her chair.  
I have just spent the last four hours summarizing the entire year.  
I intend to press the Publish button in exactly twenty-nine minutes.

All in all, I suppose it was a pretty good year.  I purposely set out for this year to be adventurous, but I don't have a personal theme for next year.  And no, I don't have any New Year's resolutions.  Fix my buttock and run that damn marathon, I suppose!

Happy New Year everyone.  Thank you for reading.