Getting Ready to Depart Charleston....the Harbor is a Busy Place. |
At Anchor Near Georgetown Light Just After Sunset. |
Arriving
at a mostly slack tide was fortuitous, but we still got frustrated trying to
set the anchor in the river’s muddy bottom behind North Island. After two failed attempts we gave up and
moved about two miles further upriver just north of Cat Island where we finally
got the hook to take a good grip in the muddy bottom. We thoroughly tested the bite; the current
here runs several knots at peak tides….to the point that the main engine’s
propeller and shaft were actually windmilling while at anchor during most of
the evening’s outgoing tide.
The
flies here at this time of year are large and aggressive with a stinging bite,
so we wasted no time in cranking up the genset, closing up the boat and getting
the A/C going. We had a peaceful night.
Aerial View of Bald Head Marina....Its Entry Channel is a Bit Tight with Wind and Current on the Beam. |
Monday, 06-August greeted us with sunny skies, a light breeze and the
same ripping current. But the anchor had stayed right where we had dropped
it. The only other remarkable thing was
the number of dead bugs on the boat decks – we were really glad we had closed
up. We got an early start (for us) since
we had a lengthy run of nearly 80 nautical miles up to Cape Fear and the Bald
Head Island Marina. At 0745 we retrieved
the hook and shortly thereafter found ourselves doing over 11 knots on the
outgoing tide. Sea conditions on the
outside were once again quite pleasant with two foot swells at comfortable
intervals and just a slight wind chop in the southeast breezes.
Bald Head Marina is a Picturesque Place. |
Eventually
we lost the benefit of the tailwind current and settled into an easy cruise
speed of between 7.5 and 8.0 knots. We
arrived at the head of the Cape Fear River channel around 1700 and made our way
to the narrow entrance of the Bald Head Marina by 1730. A moderate sized thunderstorm had parked
itself over the island earlier in the day, but by the time we arrived it had
rained itself out. It was after hours at
the marina with no dock hands available, but – after waiting on the large ferry
boat that did not seem to care about right-of-way rules – the tie-up on the
assigned t-head was straightforward. We
got the boat and ourselves washed down, then settled in for a comfortable evening.
Ghost Rider Tucked in at Bald Head Marina. |
On
Tuesday, 07-August we slept in a bit
and enjoyed a lazy morning at the BHI docks and tended to some standard
Wheelhouse recurring maintenance items.
The marina is picturesque, with generous spaces and solid 240V/50A power
at the floating docks, and is located within an enclosed and well protected
basin. It is a bit shallow, though – we
saw less than a foot below the keel at low tide; anything bigger than a
Nordhavn 47/50 probably couldn’t fit in here.
That
afternoon we rented a golf cart and toured the accessible portions of the
island, which can only reached by boat (the ferry runs at half hour intervals)
and is a cart-only community, with less than 200 permanent year-round residents. That population, however, blooms to around
10,000 during season. Today this barrier
island is noted for its beaches, prim cottages, vast marshlands, and as a beach
sanctuary for nesting sea turtles. And while
its notoriety does not rival Charleston’s in the history books, it still has
some interesting stories to tell.
Beach Cottages on Bald Head Island. |
Like
most of this part of the U.S. coastline, its original native inhabitants were
chased away or victimized by imported diseases, beginning with the Spanish in
the 1500’s. We owe the Spaniards for “discovering”
the nasty shoals that extend far into the Atlantic, where they managed to
shipwreck numerous vessels. By the time
the Brits gained control a century later they apparently had not learned much
from those previous sailing adventures, as they also lost their fair share of ships
in the same (“Frying Pan”) shoals.
Indeed, in what’s known as the “Battle of the Sandbars” circa 1718, the
British sailed a warship from Charleston to chase one of the many pirate ships
plying these waters, and both went
aground during the battle; suffice it to say the first one to float off at a
higher tide (the Brits) beat the hell out of the other (pirate) ship and its
captain was hanged here shortly thereafter.
Beach on the East Side of Bald Head Island. |
The
area became a naval focus again during the U.S. Revolutionary and Civil Wars,
if only briefly, and then again during World War II – it was always a key
supply port, and the extensive offshore shallows caused many allied merchant ships
to run much further off the coast where German U-Boats picked them off with
ease in the early years of that conflict.
So it’s not a stretch to say the name “Cape Fear” has all sorts of
relevance.
We spent several hours touring the south (inhabited) end of the island, stopping for lunch at a snack bar in one of the shopping squares along the way, and climbed the 108 steps to the top of the Old Baldy lighthouse for some excellent views of the local landscape. We concluded the day with a late shrimp dinner on the patio deck
of Mojo's, one of the three restaurants on the marina premises – the service
and food were quite good, although we still make better rum drinks on Ghost Rider.
Rick Posing at the Foot of the Old Baldy Lighthouse Placard. |
Chelle and the Old Baldy Lighthouse. |
View of the Island's Marsh Country from the Lighthouse. |
View of Cape Fear River Inlet from the Lighthouse |
View of the Marina from the Lighthouse. Ghost Rider is Roughly in the Center of the Photo at the End of the First Long Dock. |
On
Thursday, 09-August we set an alarm
so we could depart at a reasonably high tide and tolerable current flow, and just after 0800, after waiting
for the two ferries to make their turn and exit through the narrow marina
channel, we pushed away from the dock. The winds were blowing at 20 knots out of the
southwest with higher gusts and smashing into outgoing current – and that made
the wide river basin a boiling, whitecapped mess. We were soon taking spray up to the fly
bridge. The sea forecast had called for
two to three feet, but we were seeing frequent five and six footers as Ghost Rider traversed the Cape Fear
channel towards the open Atlantic.
Battling an outgoing current the entire way, we arrived at Jarret
Bay just before 1500. We wanted to stop
first at the fuel dock to take on diesel, but a large Marlow was hogging the
pumps, so we just headed to the alongside floating dock. Chelle handled the helm duties today and did
a fine job with the parallel parking. Bruce,
the dockmaster, was on hand to help Rick with the lines, and within a few minutes later
we were securely tied. Then we spent
about two hours hosing off salt from every square inch of Ghost Rider’s exterior.
Bruce came back by a couple hours later to check on us, offer Rick a
golf cart ride to the parts store in the morning, and to let Chelle know he had
a courtesy car available for her as well.
Jarret Bay is by no means a picturesque place....it's in the middle of nearly nowhere and it is strictly a place you go for parts and/or service. Even its lone floating dock is unprotected from the nearby ICW boat traffic. But it's a good place to know and make contacts.
Rick also spent some time addressing two nuisance issues that we
had recently encountered. The aforementioned 15 amp genset fuse had tripped a
couple of times a few nights ago, and while we were able to reset it, we were
pretty sure it was about to go south on us; that was a quick 5 minute replacement. And our ST60 relative wind instrument had
gone on the fritz, with its directional needle stuck at the 12 o’clock position
and wind speed just showing dashes; Rick examined the wiring at the gauge and anemometer
(the latter requiring some interesting mast-climbing gymnastics) and that all
checked out; the only thing left was to try a factory reset of the gauge….which worked until the next day. It's likely a failing head unit which can be dealt with later.
Our next planned stop for Tuesday, 14-August was River Dunes Marina in Oriental, NC; but first we wanted to top off the fuel tanks at Jarret Bay as their pricing was the best in the region. Rick maneuvered Ghost Rider a short distance to the fuel dock around 0930. It was fairly still and already hot outside. Bruce, as usual, was there to lend a hand, and then we spent an hour taking on 968 gallons of diesel to bring all four fuel tanks to the brims. Around 1045 we bid farewell to Bruce and headed north up the ICW, which at this point in North Carolina is an interconnected series of rivers and creeks – some narrow and some wide, and none particularly deep. At one relatively narrow point Chelle sighted something swimming in the water….Rick was thinking “that’s a mighty big river otter” when Chelle proclaimed “it’s a dog.”
Unfortunately the river channel took us nearly due south, bashing into those head seas for
nearly 15 miles, before we could clear Frying Pan Shoals and make our turn to
the north. After that turn the ride was
considerably better, and after escaping the counter current an hour or so after
that, the seas improved to the forecast heights. The final three hours of the journey were
relatively smooth and we saw no threatening storms the entire day.
We entered the Masonboro Inlet just before 1500 and made our way
west and then north to tuck in behind Wrightsville Beach. We dropped the hook in ten feet of water, although
it took two attempts to get it set firmly. But by 1600 we were secured with genset
running and the air conditioning cooling us off nicely in the “feels like” 100F
heat.
Another Shot of the Opposite Shoreline at the Masonboro / Wrightsville Beach Anchorage. |
We retrieved the anchor got back underway around 0845 the morning
of Friday, 10-August, pointing Ghost Rider back out into the Atlantic
for the leg to Cape Lookout. We had
clear skies, light winds and a relatively smooth ocean – initially just
two-to-three foot rollers from the south at reasonable intervals. All of that was right in line with the
forecast. Later in the afternoon the
rollers grew to four-to-five feet, but at six second intervals and quartering
off the stern, so the ride was still quite tolerable even if the autopilot occasionally
struggled with a steady heading.
We covered the 73 nautical mile trek in less than 10 hours, and by
1830 we had maneuvered inside Cape Lookout’s well protected basin and had the
anchor firmly set in 25 feet of water. We
enjoyed drinks and sunset on the fly bridge, followed by a scrumptious shrimp jambalaya
dinner, then called it a day.
We were in no particular hurry the morning of Saturday, 11-August, as we only had a 17 mile sortie to our next destination,
Jarret Bay Marina, located on the ICW just north of Beaufort, NC. It has a reputation as an excellent boatyard
with a ride range of services and parts, as well as some of the best pricing on
diesel fuel, so we wanted to check it out.
We pulled up the anchor just after high noon and headed Ghost Rider a few miles west towards the
Beaufort Inlet….where the conditions turned out to be worse than boating in a
washing machine.
Winds had picked up from the SSW to around 20K with higher gusts,
and when the resulting ocean swells collided into the swift outgoing current
coming from the inlet, it created a confused, boiling mess. The autopilot does a lousy job keeping the
boat pointed in the right direction in those conditions, so Rick applied some extra
RPMs and hand steered the beast until we got inside the breakers. Then we joined the ICW and headed north in
calmer waters.
Aerial View of Jarret Bay...The Marina Portion is Small but Well Kept; the Yard and Repair Facilities are Highly Rated. And They Have Several Parts Stores On Site. |
Jarret Bay is by no means a picturesque place....it's in the middle of nearly nowhere and it is strictly a place you go for parts and/or service. Even its lone floating dock is unprotected from the nearby ICW boat traffic. But it's a good place to know and make contacts.
Jarret Bay's 440,000 Pound Travel Lift....This Bad Boy Can Handle Some Seriously-Sized Yachts. |
We heard thunder in the wee hours of the morning, but by sunrise
on Sunday, 12-August the storms had
passed, leaving a broken cloud cover and an abundance of humidity. Light showers would move in and out through
the day, but there was nothing severe that threatened. In the morning we walked to the lone parts
store that was open on Sunday and grabbed some minor hardware items, allowing
Rick to replace a broken latching hook for the boat’s boarding door. That afternoon Chelle took advantage of the courtesy
car to do some shopping, while Rick attacked the service that had come due on
the generator – cleaning its air filter, and changing the oil and oil filter,
along with the on-engine secondary fuel filter.
By late afternoon all that was complete and Rick got to enjoy the final
round of the PGA Championship on the big screen TV in the marina’s captain’s
lounge.
Monday, 13-August featured some more early morning rain, along
with a few but very intermittent light showers during the day, so in reality
was mostly dry in spite of the stifling humidity. Rick spent some time strolling the yard’s
diesel parts stores that weren’t open over the weekend and was successful in
locating a pencil zinc for the wing engine’s heat exchanger and a specialized
15 amp fuse assembly for the generator.
In the afternoon we had a visit from Keith, the yard’s service
manager. He was responding to our
request for some service quotes – all future stuff on which we wanted to
compare rates and fees; that included pricing for haul-out and bottom painting,
as well as sanitary hose replacements and some potential cabinet doors to add
to the galley’s pantry spaces.
Ghost Rider Docked at Jarret Bay's Floating Dock. |
Our next planned stop for Tuesday, 14-August was River Dunes Marina in Oriental, NC; but first we wanted to top off the fuel tanks at Jarret Bay as their pricing was the best in the region. Rick maneuvered Ghost Rider a short distance to the fuel dock around 0930. It was fairly still and already hot outside. Bruce, as usual, was there to lend a hand, and then we spent an hour taking on 968 gallons of diesel to bring all four fuel tanks to the brims. Around 1045 we bid farewell to Bruce and headed north up the ICW, which at this point in North Carolina is an interconnected series of rivers and creeks – some narrow and some wide, and none particularly deep. At one relatively narrow point Chelle sighted something swimming in the water….Rick was thinking “that’s a mighty big river otter” when Chelle proclaimed “it’s a dog.”
We Just Managed to Avoid Colliding with This Lab Swimming Across the River. He Was On a Mission. |
The critter was making a beeline for the opposite shore and was on
a certain collision course with Ghost
Rider. Rick backed own hard on the
throttle (we had a swift pushing current) while Chelle scrambled down from the
fly bridge to the pilot house to start the wing engine and hydraulics – in case
we needed to thrust the boat sideways to keep the prop away from the dog and us
off the shoreline. It looked to be an
adult Labrador Retriever….he crossed just in front of us,from port to starboard, and eventually made it
to the eastern shore of the river. We
don’t think that one is covered in the right-of-way rules, but we were happy with our improvisation.
Shortly after that we spotted another Nordhavn cruising down river
towards us; we had been expecting to see Mike and Mari aboard Mari Me, as they were bringing their N47
down to Jarret Bay (from River Dunes) for some service. We exchanged greetings on the VHF and planned
a get-together for later in the week when they would return to their home port.
At River Dunes Marina....Clubhouse, Restaurant & Cottages. |
The remainder of the short cruise to River Dunes was pleasant and
uneventful and we entered the marina’s narrow entrance channel just before
1400. Chelle again handled the helm and
docking duties, and did a perfect job of steering Ghost Rider in for a stern-in starboard side tie to our assigned
slip at the spacious floating docks. A
couple of energetic, young dock hands helped us tie up and also retrieved our
packages from the marina office (we had been shipping things here for about a
week) and a short time later we had the boat and ourselves cleaned up. A line of rather electric but fast moving storms moved through just after 1800, but we had already finished our chores and
were settled comfortably in the salon for the evening.
The next day, Wednesday,
15-August we lounged around the boat and took care of a couple of minor
boat chores (replacing the forward shower’s hose and the holding tank’s vent
filter). That afternoon we took the
marina’s courtesy car into Oriental, about eight miles distant, to run a few
errands. Those included haircuts for
both Chelle and Rick (he was getting shaggy, at least in his opinion) and
grabbing a big burger for lunch at Toucan’s on the waterfront. (By the way, for other cruisers, a shout out
for the Studio 55 hair salon there; Diana was friendly, skilled and helpful in many ways,
including taking time to give Chelle some instructions on how to cut Rick’s
hair…should we decide to take that risk in the future J.)
Ghost Rider's Slip at River Dunes Marina |
Following that Chelle used the car to do some shopping /
provisioning, and then we had another relaxing evening at the docks and on the
boat.
We're going to hang here for a couple more days to enjoy the
marina, run some more errands, take care of some minor boat business (including a
bottom cleaning), and visit with friends Mike & Mari when they return from
Jarret Bay. After that we'll continue the journey north towards the
Chesapeake.
Our Track on This Segment of the Journey....From Charleston, SC to Oriental, NC, with Stops at Georgetown Light, Cape Fear, Cape Lookout and Jarret Bay Along the Way. |
More of the Grounds at River Dunes Marina in Oriental, NC. |
Another View at River Dunes Marina in Oriental, NC. |