Nughes 12: A Rainy Night in Georgia for Lee Hughes
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From: Adrienne Faherty
To: ...; Uncle Al ; ...; Frank Dye ; Brian A McCleery
Sent: Saturday, March 01, 2003 4:23 AM
Hughes Nughes 12
All's well here after an interesting day on Wednesday when I turned back for the first time on this trip due to weather. I was trying to cross St. Andrew Sound (north of Cumberland Sound in SE Georgia) in fog and wind, and might have made it but decided that I would not risk it.
The jolly wind
didn't come from where the forecast predicted when I made my plan in
morning so I was motoring along, navigating by compass, and the wind
sea rose steadily. Beating into it got everything wet but I pumped out
as I sailed. It wasn't too cold but it was a bit glum. There was no
at all unless I turned and ran before the wind (easy and fast) all the
way back to somewhere a few miles short of where I started that day.
shelter spot wasn't a whole lot better so I elected to beach the boat
a lee shore of Little Cumberland Island (a private nature reserve) and
wait for the tide to drop and leave me snug on the sand. The waves off
shore were way too choppy for comfort and I was afraid of dragging my
Other Little Cumberland links: http://www.bansemer.com/georgia_lighthouses/little_cumberland_island.htm
So I beached
she snugged down OK, but when the next high tide came just before dawn
it rocked the boat on the sand a lot and basically sanded quite a bit
the new antifoul off her. And it was a higher tide with a strong SW
and very heavy rain plus flow from the three nearby rivers as well so I
got pushed quite a bit further up the shore to the highest tide
When the thunder and rain quit next morning at about 9.00 am I was beached about 50 yards from the water. I got dried out and started to figure out how to roll Wanderer back to the water on her big fenders using a ground anchor and mainsheet tackle, when the custodian of the island drove up and started to talk. I apologised for coming ashore but Steve was very friendly and since I hadn't burgled the nearby house being built by his friend, or scattered any trash or done anything nefarious (it was too damn wet for that) he was happy to chat.
Before he left, he said "Is there anything you need?" and I said "How about a tow truck?". He pointed to his 4WD pickup and in pretty quick order I had the rollers under the boat and a tow rope attached to his truck, and we hauled her down towards the water. Then the sand become muddy and rather than get the truck stuck, we pushed it another 20 yards by hand. Then he left, and I was still about 15 yards from the ever retreating water.
Steve and I had calculated it would 2 or 3 pm before the tide came in enough to float her. I wanted to get going ASAP to make Brunswick marina before dark, so rather than wait, I got the boom crutch to work as a lever and pried Wanderer forward a foot at a time. After an hour's labour, I was 10 feet from the water's edge, and the tide finally turned and lapped around the bow soon after. I grabbed the things I had drying out and re-mounted the motor and cleaned all the mud and sand off everything.
By then she
With a few more shoves I got her alive, and by 1.15 pm I was motoring
out across St. Andrew Sound towards Jekyll Island and then up Jekyll
to St. Simons Sound. Left turn then into the Brunswick River and a two
mile run up to the marina where I am now.
The forecast was for more wind of 20 knots and rain as well. So rather than waste any time hoisting sails and then tacking back and forth in front of a northerly, I ran the wee engine hard all the way to the dock. Got in at 4.00 pm after covering the ten miles and staying dry. But boy, the winds sure do shift around the compass here with each new island (actually just salt marsh) that you pass.
That night I got invited aboard a big ketch for dinner by a lovely retired Texan couple, Bob and Sally Burnette, who fed me salad (good for scurvy), red beans and rice (good for Cajuns) and ice cream (good for all time). I even got to have a shower and do laundry too. That was so much better than how the day might have ended.
If I hadn't had Steve's help, I expect my improvised tackle wouldn't have done the job and so I'd have been stuck on the sand on a lee shore all day and then would have had to get up in the dark at 7.00 pm to kedge the boat down the beach as the tide lifted her. Then I'd have been able to sail her off in the morning.
Lessons for me:
1. If there's no shelter available, then don't beach it on a high tide unless you can also drop anchor way out in the deep and then get up early to pull yourself onto it as the tide recedes.
2. Unload the
pushing by self on rollers.