Day 34 – One Last Sail

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Salty Sam’s Marina, Fort Myers Beach FL

(See Photos – Week 5, Day 34)

Captain Hugh and I spent Monday night with friends. They dropped us off at the airport on Tuesday morning so that we could pick up a rental car. We had a couple errands to run and decided it would be cheaper to rent a car for a day than hire a taxi for errands and to take four of us to the airport on Wednesday morning.

Late Tuesday morning Captain Jordan, relief captain, came to get familiarized with Appledore V. Hugh discussed with him captainly things — rigging quirks, driving peculiarities, plumbing idiosyncracies and all things related to the upcoming Coast Guard inspection. The cry “All hands on deck” was given and we cast off the dock lines for one more sail.

Captain Jordan was at the helm this time. We motored out to the Fort Myers bay and raised sail. There wasn’t much wind, but Hugh wanted to go through things with Captain Jordan so he wouldn’t feel completely at a loss when he had to go out with the new crew, which would be arriving in the next few weeks.

While out in the bay, away from as many boaters as possible, we did a man overboard drill. We had been assigned our stations and had a fairly good idea of what we were to do. An old life vest was our victim. Very efficiently and smoothly the victim was sighted, navigated to (with sail raised) and successfully brought back on board to a round of “Well done!” “Good job!” Fortunately the victim was still fully functioning and artificial resuscitation was not necessary.

Captain Jordan then gave orders to strike sail and we motored back to the marina. The two captains discussed more about how she handled and docking and tides. Hugh seemed confident that Captain Jordan would do fine as he lived in the area, knew the waters and had previous experience sailing tall ships.

It was time to finish packing and then find some dinner.

Bill went for a long walk, exploring the area and said that he’d have dinner on his own.

Andy, Terry, Hugh and I took the rental car and drove south along the beach drive looking for a beachside meal. Hugh’s food radar directed us to at the Beached Whale where we ate on the rooftop porch and had a tasty meal.

The next morning, Wednesday, we’d be leaving bright and early for the airport. Mike and Rex had already departed. Bill would be catching a bus later in the day to go visit his daughter in North Carolina. Andy, Terry, Hugh and I were flying out at about the same time so we crammed all our bags into the rental car and drove to the airport. We said a quick good-bye at the curb and went our separate directions.

Andy was flying home to Indiana. Hugh and I were flying home to Michigan. Terry was flying home to Michigan and hoping to go down to North Carolina to work on his own boat. Bill was on his way to spend Thanksgiving with his daughter in North Carolina and then she’d drive him home to Michigan. Mike was on his way to the eastern side of Florida to talk to someone about driving a water taxi, but he wound up going home. Rex was going to spend a little time in Florida with his cousin, Rex, then meet up with a work buddy at a job site and be home for the holidays.

Hugh and I would see Andy and Rex at some point sooner rather than later, as they are close friends of ours. As for Bill, Mike and Terry we weren’t quite sure when or where our paths would cross. But when our paths do meet again we’ll have a warm hug and a good firm handshake for them. And there might even be a plate of No-Bake cookies available.

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Day 33 – An Easy Day

Monday, November 14, 2011

Salty Sam’s Marina, Fort Myers Beach, Florida

(See Photos – Week 5, Day 33)

Monday was an easy day. Our last meal on the boat had been lunch on Sunday and the Captain wanted a “real” breakfast, greasy spoon diner. I asked around and was told that the must place to have grub was Marti’s Family Dining. I called Eroll’s Taxi the night before and specified that we needed a minivan for the five of us.

“Where are you going?” the dispatcher asked.

“Marti’s Family Dining for breakfast.”

“You can’t go wrong at Marti’s.” He replied.

After a hearty and inexpensive breakfast we walked a mile to the trolley stop and for fifty cents, twenty-five cents for seniors, we took the trolley back to the marina. It was nice to stretch our legs and feel land under us again.

Laundry was done while cleaning up the boat and organizing gear.

“Bill, I’ll be happy to fold your laundry and bring it back to the boat, when it’s done.”

“Fold?!” he exclaimed. “My clothes wouldn’t know what to do if they were folded.”

“Then they wouldn’t be wrinkled.”

“They’re just going to get wrinkled again, so why even bother?”

I just shook my head.

Captian Hugh was putting things in order for the temporary captain, Jordan, to take over for a couple of months. In particular was going through the Coast Guard inspection check list. Hugh’s been through inspections before and knows the only good ones are the ones when things are in their place. Through out the day he’d ask one of us, “Do you know where this is?” or “Have you seen… ?” He made sure everything was in order and made a list of things that needed to be attended to; hopefully Captain Jordan would get through the inspection smoothly.

“Where’s Mike?” I asked.

“He took off a little while ago.”

“Bummer, I didn’t even get to say ‘bye.”

“It sounded like he got a last minute ride.”

“Oh well…”

Andy wandered around with his camera taking pictures of lots of birds – an assortment of herons and egrets, ibis, stork and other water birds. Bill decided to go exploring too and wandered off.

That night Drummond Island friends of ours, who spend the winters in Florida, came to see the boat and take us home with them for the night. It was nice to see Luanne and Mel. We even got to spend the night in a bed, together, that was larger than a cot. It was quite a luxury, as was the clean bathroom.

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Day 32 – Yay!

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Gulf of Mexico N 26 37’ W 082 14’ La Costa Island, Florida to Salty Sam’s Marina, Fort Myers Beach, Florida

(See Photos – Week 5, Day 32)

“Bill I think you have a fish!” Terry watched the line move slowly with some strain.

Bill was helping to prepare to set sail.

“Bill, I think you should check your line,” Terry insisted.

Bill poo-pooed him and kept working; he probably wanted to get to Salty Sam’s Marina in Fort Myers as much as the rest of us did. It had been a long trip.

I started to pull the line in for him. Yes there was something on the other end.

Yay! Bill finally got his fish. While we breakfasted he put his carpet-thread fishing line overboard with a shrimp on it. A gaff topsail catfish didn’t care that the shrimp was almost a week old, a week dead. It appealed enough for the little guy to take the bait.

Then we made Bill pose for pictures.

“Hold it out in front of you, like this,” Rex extended Bill’s arm forward. “That way it looks bigger.”

“Yeah, that’s how the real fisherman do it.”

"Look what I caught! Finally!"

We scrambled for our cameras to document the monumental event while the captain gave orders to turn the motor on and pull up the anchor. With cameras tucked away we motored off anchor and hoisted sails – main, fore and staysail. It was a beautiful morning for a easy sail.

A bow watch was posted as the challenge of the day was dodging crab pots. Strings of green, yellow, orange, white and red, blue and white crab pots were in our path for miles. Fortunately the crab pots were willing to be pushed away from the hull by the small bow wake we created. Appledore V has a full keel and the prop is nestled in a cut-out of the keep, which can help prevent things, like crab pot lines, from getting tangled in the prop.

The sun reflected off the water ahead of us, making it tricky to see some of the crab pots. Andy and I were the primary bow watchers that morning. We found it easiest to spot floats by sighting the line to the far side of us. Knowing the color and general angle that the pots were lined up on, we then visually followed the line until we could see where they were in front of us. This allowed us to visually intersect the pots before the boat did.

“How far do they let people put crab pots?” I asked Hugh.

“All the way to Key West.”

That meant bow watch was going to be going on all day. All these crab pots gave me an idea – I decided I would have crab for dinner.

Off of Captiva Island, a little yellow airplane flew by. Once it passed it turned around and circled back to get another look at us.

“It must be a student pilot,” I offered as an explanation for the fact that the plane kept buzzing us. “Or maybe they’re taking pictures.”

That morning we dressed as we had almost every other morning we were on the water – layered and layered. As the sun came out these layers were starting to be peeled off. The heavy jackets came of quite quickly. Then the sweat shirts to leave most of the guys in short sleeved t-shirts. Captain Hugh had been wearing flannel lined jeans, as was I. It didn’t take long for him to change into regular jeans. I tend to chill easily so I kept my flannel lined jeans on along with a long sleeved denim shirt.

The popularity of western Florida was quite evident by all the condos and apartments along the shore. The closer we got to Fort Myers, the more populated it got.

Terry enjoyed pulling out the waterproof chart and following along locating where we were.

Captain Hugh said we weren’t in a rush, but was keeping us fairly close to the shore as he didn’t want us to loose precious time by being too far out. He wanted to make sure we arrived with the tide in to give us enough water depth to get into the marina. Just about lunch time, after dodging crab pots and sand bars we headed into the bay for Fort Myers and dropped sail. With the motor running we worked our way up the channel, under “the bridge,” which is now painted bright blue, and finally arrive at Salty Sam’s Marina at 14:35 (or 2:35 PM).

I had a surreal feeling as we prepared to dock. It was such a relief to finally pull up to Dock D and throw our lines over to tie off. We’d been with the boat for almost five weeks. It had been a long trip, especially with the tedium from the too many days on the rivers. And yet, there was a part of me that didn’t want to bring her to her winter home. I had a rhythm and routine with living onboard. And now it would have to change. Yes, I missed home, very much (you can read about it at I was looking forward to having a proper bathroom and a kitchen where I didn’t hit my head and sharing a bed with my husband. And I enjoyed the pleasure that comes with living very simply, as one is forced to when living on a boat. At home we live a simple life, not fancy or glamourous by any means. At home, Hugh and I are off the grid and on an island, so we have to forgo a lot of things people take for granted – being able to go to the corner store when you’re out of milk or being able to go out for a nice dinner when you don’t feel like cooking. Living on a boat is similar and even more basic since there is not much room for anything but the necessities. Being on board for the last five weeks gave me another look at what possessions were important and what are dispensable. (I got to examine this when I moved in with Hugh and had to dispose of a lot of belongings, some of which were redundant and some of which were completely unpractical.)

I’d miss cooking for the guys and yet not having to be the first up to start breakfast was going to be nice. Having someone around to chat with or admire a green heron had been nice, and I was looking forward to not having someone always in view and to having my own room to get dressed in private, rather than having to ask Hugh to block the door to his cabin when I wanted to get changed. It would be different not being on board. All in all, it was like a grand vacation was coming to an end. It had been a grand adventure with lots of new experiences and fun memories to reminisce about in the future.

I’m sure the others felt similar, although I never quite got a chance to discuss it with them. The day on the water had had a leisurely feel to it. Being at the helm felt more like play than work. With the sun shining everyone had spent most of their time on deck rather than being below chatting or reading.

Standing on the dock as a six foot plus giant. It was Richard, one of Rex’s 600 cousin. Okay, well maybe Rex didn’t have quite that many but he does admit to knowing that he has several hundred cousins. Richard was a swell guy and rode his motorcycle from Ocala, FL to come see Rex and the boat.

Shortly after our arrival a friend of Terry’s, who lives in the general area, came by to say hi. John Hawkins  had heard earlier in the morning where we were and decided fly over us in his Grumman Lynx ‘78. So it wasn’t a student pilot, but Terry’s friend, John, who was taking pictures.

After these hellos, I found a private corner to quickly change out of my too-hot and heavy flannel lined jeans and put on some light weight capri pants and a t-shirt. Ahh, that was much better. I then got sandwich fixings set out and got the hungry crew fed. It was a good thing I had been plying them with peanut butter celery sticks and no-bake cookies all morning, otherwise they would have been ravenous beasts.

It was time to shift into marina life. We were hooked back up to shore power and had plenty of fresh water again. The shore head available with a real shower. And cheap laundry! Showers and laundries were on the top of everyone’s list of must do. I also had “get ice” on my list, for the beverage cooler. We were still living aboard and would not be leaving until Wednesday morning. It was the first time in five weeks that I did not have to worry about finding groceries. The icebox was slowly but surely being depleted of perishables and the seat lockers where the dry goods were still had plenty of food for us if we decided to eat on board. But no one wanted to, so Sunday’s lunch was the last meal.

Richard absconded Rex and Terry went off to dinner with John, but the rest of us enjoyed a fun evening at Parrot’s Cay Caribbean Grill at the marina. A girlfriend of mine lived near by and joined us as well. We had not seen each other in about ten years, so it was fun to reconnect with Sharon. And raise a toast to our successful journey – we had arrived safe and sound.

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New updates – photos and pages

Hi Friends,

Although it’s been a couple weeks since our trip ended when we all departed in Fort Myers, Florida I left you hanging a bit…

I am happy to say that I’ve been able to get the rest of the photos posted; from Day 25 through Day 34. There’s five weeks in total of photos.

Also there are three pages of photos by Andy Roller. Make sure you check them out. They’re fantastic! He’s got some pictures of stuff that I never even saw.

Under the Photos tab is a page of general Appledore V photos. They show the below decks. Also there are before and after photos of the crew on this page. You can see what 5 weeks on a schooner does to a person.

I’ve also updated the Crew page, with a picture and brief bio on Rex, who joined us in Mobile.

The Animals and Birds pages have also been updated, so check out the complete list of creatures we spotted along our journey.

And the Route page has been updated with our final stopping places. As a reward for reading to the bottom of the Route Page, or skipping to the bottom, you’ll read how many miles we actually covered. Thanks go to Terry, our data guy, for keeping track and figuring it out!

And bear with me as I squeeze time to finish writing the events of the last three days – Days 32 – 34. You’ll get those updates automatically.

I want to thank you again for reading along and writing in as we went on this great journey.



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New posts

Hi Friends,

You’ve just gotten a bunch of posts updating you on our journey of getting into Mobile, AL and Turner’s Marina to into the Gulf of Mexico.

We arrived safe and sound in Fort Myers, FL on Sunday afternoon. I’ll get photos up as soon as I can.

Some of the crew has already departed us – Mike and Rex. The rest of us leave on Wednesday morning.

Happy reading.

Julie and the crew of Appledore V

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Day 31 – An Amazingly Beautiful Night

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Gulf of Mexico  N 28 35’ W 083 52’  to N 26 37’ W 082 14’ La Costa Island, Florida

(See Photos – Week 5, Day 31)

Last night we sailed through the night. Terry and I had the early morning watch from three to eight and got to see the sunrise. It was a beautiful day – nice clear blue sky, good winds of 10 to 15 knots. We had the “day off” and came back on watch at 6 PM.

Our “go to” spot on the GPS plotter was for Tampa Bay, at a bearing of 135. From there we headed south along the western coast of Florida. The water was smoother than it had been in previous days; heeled way over Appledore V sliced through the water, making upwards of 7. 5 knots. Occasionally we’d be wrapped in warm wind coming off shore.

There were no other boats in sight, which made it easier to enjoy the beautiful night, we didn’t have to be concerned about traffic and we were far enough out we didn’t have to worry about buoys. Before the full moon rose too high Terry and I tried to spot the constellations we knew: Orion, The Big Dipper, Casseopia, Taurus and the Pleiades were the easiest to spot. We also found the twins, Gemini.

Late into our watch the wind started shifting more south and tried started to cause some weather helm, bringing us into the wind. At one point we heeled over more than normal and at the same time an alarm went off.

“Captain, we’ve got an alarm going off.” I hated to wake him, but it’s part of the job.

Fortunately there was nothing to worry about – just water getting sloshed to one side enough to set the bilge alarm off. He decided to stay up on deck with us as we were going to drop anchor near La Costa Island. We were about 20 miles north of the entrance of Fort Myers. Trying to navigate our way in the narrow channel in the wee hours of the morning was not something Hugh wanted to do. It would be easier to lay up for the rest of the night.

“We’ll have anchor dropped and in bed by midnight,” Terry predicted.

We motor sailed the last few miles and saw a dolphin off our bow. Even though the moon was full and bright we saw shooting stars overhead. And ghost birds. Flapping furiously, they appeared out of no where and were a blurry grey color. They swooped close to the boat, over our bow and disappeared into the night. (The next morning I compared the shape and flap to seagulls and terns, determining that it had been terns we saw.)

What an amazingly beautiful night. It will be a night I remember for a long time – crisp and warm sea air, full moon, millions and millions of stars, dolphins, shooting stars and ghost birds all while sailing under full sail. Amazing.

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Day 30 – Tag-a-long

Friday, November 11, 2011

Gulf of Mexico N 29 40’ W 85 16’ Anchorage to N 28 35’ W 083 52’

(See Photos – Week 5, Day 30)

We had good wind to raise the main, fore and staysails. Depending upon how much wind we had and the direction we did turn the motor on for some parts of the day. Since leaving Mobile we’d been headed east. A lot of us have sore necks from being heeled over to starboard and sitting in the same position looking forward.

The wind had picked up causing waves that were tossing the boat in a corkscrew motion. It’s one thing to rock to and fro or to be bounding through the waves. When the water causes the boat to do both motions at once it creates a corkscrew motion. I didn’t know if it was because I was slightly constipated that I started feeling a bit nauseous or if it was the heat from the diesel stove in the galley as I was making shepherd’s pie for dinner. Whatever it was I wasn’t able to eat lunch. Poor Andy, who prefers to be up on deck anyway, started looking green gilled as if he was feeling like I was. Unfortunately it wasn’t too long after lunch that it came back up for him.

It was a fun day. Rex and Terry pulled out the tackle that Captain Scott had gifted us with and put lines over to troll for fish. We also had about eight dolphins run with us for a half hour. About ten o’clock in the morning Rex thought he had a fish on his line. He’s been deep sea fishing before and had us all excited about the possibility of fresh fish. His line was over the stern and he reeled it in and in. His jig was empty when it came in sight; oh well. I guess I’ll need to make dinner as planned — spaghetti and salad.

Around noon, I spotted a LBJ headed straight towards us, coming up from behind. It hovered around a starboard stern and then landed on the Lifesling 2, overboard rescue system. The little brown job birdie hopped around pecking at our lines, seeming to look for a snack. It seemed tame enough that I could have even petted it if I had wanted. We identified it as a yellow rumped warbler in winter attire. It stayed for a couple minutes and then just flew off.

“Guess what Terry?” I asked.

“What?” He asked.

“It’s that time again.”

“Really, how did that happen?”

Time flew by; before he knew it an hour and a half had sailed by and it was time for him to get himself off the doghouse and stretch his legs. I would then take the next hour and a half then go prepare dinner.

Andy didn’t eat but I decided to eat in the fresh air, which helped keep my stomach settled.

“That’s great spaghetti Julie,” Mike said.

“Thanks for another great meal,” Bill chimed in.

“By the way,” Rex said, “that little bird came and said ‘Hi’ again.”

After dinner at 18:00 hours, Terry and I came off watch and cleaned up. A crimson beauty rose for us that night. It was almost full. We then turned in for the night. We continued to sail through the night.

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Day 29 – One to Six Books

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Gulf of Mexico N 30 21’ W 087 00’ to N 29 40’ W 85 16’ Anchorage

(See Photos – Week 5, Day 29)

The morning routine was pretty normal – roll out of bed shortly after 6 AM. 6 AM boat time, that is. When we left Turner’s and Alabama we were on Central Time. But we would be soon passing into the Eastern Time Zone. Hugh wanted to keep the meal times and watch schedule as it was when we left Turner’s. So even though our cell phones, as smart as they were, tried to tell us it was an hour earlier, Eastern Time, we stuck to Central Time or boat time.

It was a morning of hearty oatmeal with plenty of raisins, apple and walnuts. Bill’s been putting peanut butter in his oatmeal for a little extra protein and Hugh and Andy have been eating cottage cheese with theirs.

“No thanks, I’ll pass.” I tell them.

We’ve been spotted by dolphins a couple of times. They know that boats, going fast enough, create a bow wake which provides them with a pressure wave that they enjoy riding. If we weren’t going fast enough they didn’t want to play, so they went to play elsewhere.

There really isn’t much more to tell you about the day and night as it was pleasantly uneventful. When one of us wasn’t on watch we were generally eating a meal or sleeping; according to the motto “eat and sleep when you can.” Terry and I would wile away our time by chatting about sailing trips and anything nautical, about other adventures we’ve done, swap college stories and what to get our spouses for Christmas. We both enjoy reading. I brought The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. In the time that it took me to read my one book Terry read six. Huckleberry Finn, Rising Sun by Michael Crichton, The Rebels by John Jakes, Don’t Know Much About the Universe by Kenneth Davis, and then borrow my copy of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. He then found and read at Turner’s Marina its sequel The Girl Who Played with Fire by Stieg Larsson. Terry generally reads a book a week. I could read that much but a lot of the time when Terry was reading I was cooking or writing and editing photos for the blog.

In the northeastern part of the gulf, there is a missile test zone that Terry and I sailed through. A couple miles south of us there was an Army helicopter hovering for extended periods of time over the water. We could see it was trailing a line out of its cargo hatch. We surmised they were doing something with sonar; maybe listening for subversive submarines or an even better story, according to Terry, is that they were looking for unexploded hi-tech missiles.

We thought we’d be sailing through the night but Hugh decided to bring us in close to shore and anchor for the night. We had made good progress and strong winds and biggesh waves were predicted. We set down anchor just after sunset and the 6 – 11 watch of Mike and Bill stood anchor watch. Assuming we hadn’t dragged anchor by 11 PM it was thought we would be secure and could sleep.

“If you guys want to be good sailors and check every once in a while, that would be well.” Hugh commented to Terry and me referring to checking our position to make sure we hadn’t dragged anchor.

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Day 28 – “Hello Gulf of Mexico”

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Turner Marina to Gulf of Mexico N 30 14’ W 87 27’

(See Photos – Week 4, Day 28)

Although my alarm was set for 6:30, I woke up at five o’clock and began thinking about taking a shower. It would be quiet, hopefully no one else from the marina would be up and using it. Turner’s Marina was renovating their bathrooms and were operating on one shower when the office wasn’t open; there was a full bathroom with shower in their office building available for use.

Hoping to beat any of the guys to the bathroom I quietly slipped out of my bunk, gathered my fresh clothes that I had set out the night before and took the key. Terry was on my heels as I went up the companionway. I let him use it first as he was just washing his face. Then with no one else in sight, it was my turn. I quickly undressed and stepped into a nice hot shower. I had left the outside door unlocked should anyone else need to use one of the two toilet stalls, as they were the only ones available this early. Plus anyone staying at the marina had a key, just like ours so the lock was a moot point to keeping others out.

Rex was the next one to come in.

“Julie, is that you?” he asked.

“Morning Rex.”

“Is it okay if someone comes in to use the toilet.”

“Sure,” I said from behind the dark brown shower curtain.

“Are you sure it’s alright?” An unfamiliar voice asked.

“Come on in. It’s fine,” I reassured him.

It’s an interesting life living on a boat and at a marina, even if it’s for a few days or a month, as was our case. Today marked the end of four weeks on Appledore V. So much for the delivery taking two and a half to three weeks. We weren’t even fully prepared for sea and still had hundreds of miles to go. Hugh was hoping we’d be ready by lunch and leave shortly thereafter when the tide was coming in. We had a shallow channel to navigate back out into the Gulf of Mexico and a storm coming in from the North that he wanted to beat. If we waited too long the North winds would blow the water out and make our channel passage precipitous.

Veggie scrambled eggs, with the green pepper, and bacon and toast were the morning’s tidings. On my list of final to dos was another small load of laundry, get some ice for the ice cooler and fill the water tanks with fresh water.

Mike worked and worked and worked on the wiring all morning and past lunch trying to get the connections in the circuit box properly configured. He and Hugh walked over to West Marine supply store a couple of times to get better electrical connectors so Mike could properly wire the lights. Finally about thirty minutes before we were ready to leave he crawled out of the cabinet where the electrical connections were and did one last light check. The starboard running light still didn’t work. A quick check determined that it was a bad bulb. That was the easiest of his problems to solve; he had worked about three or four hours yesterday and another seven hours today. It was working and properly wired.

With ice and water on board, we said good-bye to Captain Scott; but not before he gifted us with a fishing rod and appropriate tackle for trolling to use on our trip through the Gulf. At 2:25 PM we blew the horn as we exited Turner’s Marina. We had decent water and were hoping to get some distance made before rain came down on us.

We now were in a mind set of sailing 24 hours a day. Hugh changed our watch times. We were now working on a modified Swedish watch — there would be four shifts of five hours each and one shift of four hours. There were three teams now with the addition of Rex to the crew — Mike and Bill, Terry and me, Andy and Rex – Hugh as captain would help and be on deck as necessary.

Bill and Mike had the first watch, being the A Team. They had a short watch beginning at 3 PM. Then Terry and I took over after dinner, from 6 to 11 PM. Andy and Rex had the 11 PM to 3 AM followed by Bill and Mike back on at 3 AM until 8 AM. Meals were at 7:20 AM, 12:20 PM and 5:20 PM. The two watches not on watch first ate then the off-coming watch would eat and clean the galley.

When we were underway motoring out of Mobile Bay, we raised the staysail for stability. I sat enjoying the water and admired the rigging the guys had worked hard putting back in place. On the boom of the fore I noticed a piece of blue tape. Terry had placed it with a note “knot this side.”

“Terry, doesn’t the jiffy reef line go here?” I asked.

“Yes it does.”

“Captain, would you like us to put the jiffy reef in?”

“Sure, that would be well.” He replied. “I think I saw a line that didn’t look like a dock line floating around here.”

We easily located the jiffy reef line in the lazurette, located in the stern of the boat. Finally I got to help with some of the rigging. I had wanted to help with the rigging the previous days, but there were already more than enough hands on deck. I now felt a sense of fulfillment.

That evening, even though Terry and I were on watch, I ducked down below periodically to the galley. That night we had baked fried chicken, brown rice and broccoli. Dinner was promptly ready at 5:20. Terry and I ate and cleaned up after we turned the helm over to Rex and Andy.

It would be an interesting night was we motor sailed through the night.

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Day 28 – Leaving Mobile

Hi Friends,

Just a quick note to let you know we’re almost about to cast off our lines from Turner’s Marina on Dog River near Mobile.

We’ll be sailing 24 hours a day from here to Fort Myers, FL out in the Gulf of Mexico. Because we’ll be so far off shore I don’t know what our phone and email and internet access will be.

Rex has joined us for our last leg and that means we’ll have three watches, which means more rest of all, except of course the Captain.

I’ll get posts and pics put up for Sunday through present as soon as possible.

Happy sailing!

Julie & the Crew of Appledore V

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