Do Clothes Make the Sailor?

Passage Revelation:  Clothes do not make the sailor, but makes the woman a clothes horse.
Lessons Learned:  Limited space on a boat requires careful selection of clothes at all time during cruising. 

I've come to the inevitable conclusion, that I have too many clothes to fit the limited space available onboard our sailboat.  I tried to figure out how I can put as many clothes in a small drawer, hanging closet or anyplace else I could find.  I've even put outfits together in a plastic storage bags and found that didn't work either.  Then I separated the shirts, shorts, pants, etc. into the different storage bags.  It is a difficult situation but I'm now thinking about what I actually need for the tropics.  But what happens if I need to return home or have a special occasion.  My hanging closet is filled with 5 shoe hangers which have shoes, purses, and my underwear.  The shoe hanger idea was brilliant, but it has allowed me to keep way more shoes than I need.

Not sure if  I'm fooling myself or if I just don't want to rid myself of the last evidence of civilization of the life as I  knew it in Houston.  One of my boater friends said, "You don't look like a boat person."  How does a boat person look?  We don't have a home base anymore and I tell everyone that my home is where the boat is.  Where ever that may be at any moment of time.  It has my bed, my kitchen, my shower and ,yes, all of my clothes.

I was so proud of myself when I finally got rid of a garbage bag of clothes and donated them to the Navy Relief Society.  Then I walked into a West Marine who had women clothes 75 percent off.  Did I say they were Columbia?  I couldn't resist and proceeded to replace the bag of clothes I had just donated .  Now I had to re-address where I was going to put the new clothes and now what could I give up.

Again and again I have talked to women who are cruising.  Periodically they place their clothes across their stateroom bed and go into an elimination process.  How do you choose?  I can't get rid of my favorite tee shirts.  

One of my cruising buddies, Gina, selects clothes using her favorite color purple.  This way all her clothes can be mixed and matched.  She asked what my favorite color, but I like wearing clothes of all colors.  Then she advised me to categorize my clothes by selecting 4 pairs of jeans, 4 tee shirts, 4 shorts, 4 sailing shorts, etc.  I knew when it came to bathing suits, I could not only have 4.  Also my friend Dew said I needed jackets to wear with my jeans and it would dress up my wardrobe.  Thus, I have kept three jackets.

I am at a loss.  I can't give away my Harvest Moon shirts, NASA/USA shirts or my OLLU shirts.  The memories are too precious and definitely clothes tell stories.  How could I give them to a stranger?
I know one thing, I will not get rid of any of my bathing suits, because I plan on living in them soon.  I guess if I don't get rid of any clothes I could give them to the islanders.  This actually seems like a perfect solution in the spirit of Christmas.

Paradise in Key West, Florida - Boca Chica NAS Marina

Passage Revelation:  Life is full of new friends, old friends and boat friends.  Take the time to talk  or call your friends and say Hi!  You never know when they may need help or just a good listener.



Lessons Learned:  All marinas have rules and regulations.  These rules may be local, state or federal.  Rules are made to create harmony in society.  Follow the rules or if you don't understand the rules, ask the Harbour Master.



Sunset view from Boca Chica Navigation Bar & Grill

   



What a beautiful marina!!!  The sunsets are to die for...I continue to receive beautiful sunsets from my friend Rebecca Lacey on my cell phone.  I appreciate everyone I receive.  The sunsets and sunrises are incredible. 

 

All marinas are similar to living in a small town or going to high school except for one criteria.  In high school you have the popular, the geeks, the jocks and the others.  In small towns you have the rich, the other side of the track and the society.  In military marinas you have officers and enlisted, which boundaries merged into partiers and non-partiers.



All of these groups are separate, but have a goal to establish their place in society.  Boat people have no predefined criteria of social snobbishness; boat type, yacht size, or your occupation or prior occupation.

In all these groups you have written or unwritten rules, which keep peace in a society, however;  small or large.  All marinas have rules to follow.



Doug & Susan from Chicago Sandbar Friends



The common denominator is the passion for boating, whether it is sailing or motoring.  As long as it floats you are part of the overall group.  When you walk down the pier you see a smiling face and quick "Hi'" is generally the norm.  How is your boat? is asked before How are you?  When available you get an offer of How can I help?  No where in any other society will you find such willingness to assist, even with the question; Can I help you with your Head (Pottie, Loo, Bathroom, Jon (I mean John) etc)? problem. 

Boat life is GREAT and you meet WONDERFUL life long friends.  Your new friends will sail or buddy sail with you, teach you about boating and listen to your tall tales sailing adventures.



Rebecca & Lou from Key West at Mallory Square

 


Yvonne Guy visiting from Houston & Renne' in Key West

 



Karen & Ron Parsonsn from Houston & cruising  Key West - Jewelry Show





 












 



 


Kent Brownhill Houston & Crew at Mallory Square







Jon & Renne at Mallory Square

 

Pirates – Unknown-Known

Passage Revelation:  Listen to the warnings and stay alert of suspicious surroundings. Trust your instincts and use good judgment, danger can be anywhere and everywhere.

Lessons Learned:  Always be prepared against unknown-knowns.  Use your electronics for safety notification and information. Document your float plan with Tow Boat US.  When suspicious intruders are nearby call Tow Boat US with your location or any change of plans.  This notification alerts nearby boaters and pirates the fact you are not alone out at sea.

The first time I heard the term unknown-known was after the Space Shuttle Columbia came apart on descent to Cape Canaveral over eastern Texas.  NASA engineers were aware of foam chunks striking the Space Shuttle on takeoff, but did not understand the ramifications or dangers.



Next to Last Shuttle Flight with my Dad and Mom



 This is how I felt when I noticed a new marker indicated on the radar.  It would appear, disappear and then re-appear.  In the distance, I finally saw a boat approaching the JonNe’.  Of course, the boat would stop its approach and then begin again.  It seemed to be monitoring our speed and distance.  It was a power yacht who had more speed and maneuverability than our 42 foot sailboat.  Now it motored toward our bow.  Then it turned to the center of the boat.  Suddenly it stopped and started toward our bow again.   Their approach made me nervous. 

 After discussing the unusual situation with our crew, Kent Brownhill, I woke up Captain Jon, who was sleeping in the aft cabin, and requested he bring his gun for our protection.  He was startled to say the least, but promptly retrieved the gun with and ammunition. 

We all have a predefined description of a pirate.  Some think a pirate wears a big black hat with a ruffled white shirt and a large knife attached to their belt scarf.  Pirates can be anywhere but their apparel may be just like fellow sailors, or a tourist or even Kemah, Texas dress code.  They don’t sail the skull and bones for warning. Pirates certainly are unknown-known, but you can’t tell by their appearance or behavior.

The ominous boat could have been potential pirates.  Their erratic behavior led us to believe their intentions were not honorable.   Jon’s preparation and plan proved to be invaluable.   He immediately called Tow Boat US and reported our position.  This information alerted the Pirates, Tow Boat US knew our location.  Upon the transmission the pirates turned and paralleled the JonNe’ for miles.  Then after a while the Pirate Yacht anchored at our stern.  Possibly, the pirates were waiting for an unsuspected ship without a plan.

The JonNe’ continued their course in the calm beautiful Gulf of Mexico leaving the unknown-known boat on the horizon.

 

Kemah, Texas Pirates

Changing Weather - No Sight of Land

Passage Revelation:  God  made an incredible ocean and sky for us to enjoy it's majestic beauty. Be grateful for all weather in your life; even in doldrums, fog or storms.  Eventually, the weather changes, bringing clear skies and smooth sailing.


Lesson Learned:  Use radar to navigate through bad weather, whether in storms or fog.  If you don't have radar, hove to and wait until fair weather.

No wind.  The ocean's water was crystal, dark, and deep royal blue.  It was as smooth as an ice pond frozen in the cold northeast.  The difference is the hot sun that beat against the Bimini.  

The only sound was the engine and the almost non-existent waves splashing intermittently against the hull.  Yes, we were in the doldrums.  Looking up, the sky matched the sea; crystal, dark, and deep royal blue with no clouds. 

Since there were no clouds, the night sky is covered with sparkling bright stars.  It is incredible seeing the stars without the interference of city lights.  We saw falling stars, satellites, and the International Space Station.  Unfortunately, we did not see the Space Shuttle, nor will we ever have another opportunity.  The Space Shuttle has been non-commissioned; retired after only 30 missions.  Did anyone tell you the Space Shuttle was built to fly 100 times?

Yes, the doldrums were upon us with no wind.  In times long ago, sailors would sit, and wait until the wind returned.  During this time, the Captain assigned sailors work to keep them busy.  This would occupy their minds, and keep their hands busy until the winds returned.   They had no weather reports on VHF, and no engine to propel them through the water.  For us, we had the motor to continue our journey across the Gulf of Mexico, even without wind.

The next night contrasted from the clear beautiful night.  Fog covered the sparkling stars in the sky and engulfed the boat.  It was eerie looking out in space and seeing nothing.  Darkness had fallen over our safe haven.  We were now motor sailing with the assistance of radar.   My fear somewhat diminished as the radar electronic circle surrounded the boat.  Again, our safe haven returned against the thick-as-thief fog to alert us of any ship or rocky shore coming into our path within 12 miles.

Running Aground – From Pensacola to Clearwater, Florida

Passage Revelation:  There are only two types of boaters, the ones who have run aground, and the others who will.

Lessons Learned:  Know tribal knowledge in navigating through new seafaring territories.   Ask directions from local sailors, before leaving the dock.

It is very tricky leaving the Pensacola Bayou Grande Marina.  The markers are confusing; yes I went aground, but recovered very quickly.  Over the years I have found the best solution to running aground is to re-track your boat steps.  This was especially important, as I had followed a local sailor, in a sister Vancouver 42-foot Tayana sailboat, into the marina.    The only difference in our boats; he was the original owner and bought an aft cockpit; whereas, we are the second owner and bought a center cockpit.

When I ran aground, I put the boat in reverse, and returned the way I had come, and backed into deeper waters.  Come to find out my husband and crew previously had run aground, but recovered by flying the spinnaker (whopper), in another area of Pensacola Bay.  The spinnaker provided the propulsion to ease the boat off the bottom.  So after 2 weeks, the JonNe’ had run aground 3 times; once in Portofino Marina, Houston and twice in Pensacola, Florida.  Fortunately this time, TowBoatUS is not required for the Pensacola groundings. 

After the almost running aground incident, we set our course to open seas heading toward Clearwater, Florida.  As night approached, the sky darkened with no moon to guide the way.  Previously we had 14 days of moonlight, with clear skies all the way.  Tonight the moon did not appear until midnight.  Out in the darkness, I heard whistling and blowing noises.  I searched for the sound, but nothing was over the side, except a phosphorescent illumination on the water’s surface.  This beautiful glowing light had replaced the moon and was guiding the boat through the ocean.  Then I heard the noise again, and saw magnificent dolphins gracefully diving in and out of the waves.  The dolphins were the culprits responsible for the magical seafaring sounds. 

The translucent light sparkled against the boat and dolphins as if fireworks on the fourth of July.  This brightly speckled light is plankton on the surface.   The dolphins were feeding on the micro -organisms available for other sea mammals.  The shimmering iridescent light accompanied our sailboat for hours, but soon the dolphins disappeared into the darkness.   This light had served two purposes:  one to light our sailing course; two, and the most important, as a food source, instrumental to the ocean’s Eco life cycle.

 

Temptation of the Sea – Heading toward Tampa

Passage Revelation:  It is comforting to know we have an electronics blanket to keep us safe and warm.

Lessons Learned:  Ensure all electronics are working correctly by checking them regularly, and listening for any changes in the performance.  Always have a backup plan, if your electronic world fails. 

It is another gorgeous day on the ocean with warm winds, fair skies and dolphins playing on the starboard and port bow of the boat.  They would dive from side to side playing in the waves.  The grace and beauty of these creatures mesmerize me in thought and soul.     I would like to back wind the sails and hove to, so I could jump overboard and play with these lovely sea animals.  Logically, they are wild mammals and as such; I should not be tempted by my inner desire.  It reminds me of the ancient sailors, who would hear the sirens on shore and jump overboard to join them.  The sirens were not real, but the sailors desire to join their singing and their comforting were real, if only in their minds.  This was the 6^th day at sea and the temptation of swimming with the dolphins is real.

In life, beauty of objects mesmerizes both men and women.  You must determine inner beauty from the outer beauty.  What is real and what will be the best decision, whether it is a choice, person or entity.   The choice to head for Tampa was not conducive with the winds.    We fought the head winds right on our bow for days.  It was apparent we needed to change direction, and give our crew a rest.  We set the GPS and headed into Pensacola, Florida.   

In setting another course, the winds allowed us to sail for the first time in days.  The sail was exhilarating.  Finally, we were sailing. The temptation to continue on our original course to Tampa perished. The change in course was right for us, the boat and our crew member Kent Brownhill.   It allowed us to visit with our wonderful friends; Keith and Diane Davis from Hammond, Louisiana, Loretta Revis and Charlie Baucom from Pensacola, Florida.  

 

Real World of Electronics - Dependency

Passage Revelation:  It is comforting to know we have an electronics blanket to keep us safe and warm.

Lessons Learned:  Ensure all electronics are working correctly by checking them regularly, and listening for any changes in the performance.  Always have a backup plan, if your electronic world fails. 

Epiphanies happen when one is surrounded by tons and tons of deep, endless, cobalt blue water.   This realization came to me about my years of racing sailboats.  In retrospect, that experience has given me a base of understanding how to maneuver the boat:  whether it is trimming the sails or understanding the direction of the wind and waves.  In racing you watch the waves to know the direction of the wind.  They move from the same direction.  This knowledge has come in handy for my now cruising world.   In my earlier racing years, electronics were not used to determine the direction of the wind or the depth of the sea.  You used the same knowledge the Vikings used as they read the stars, watched the waves and interpreted the skies.

 

It is important to keep an eye on the electronics.   On the GPS you can tell your distance from land, your point of origination, and your destination.  At that moment we are 100 nautical miles south of Pensacola and 225 miles northwest of Clearwater, Florida.   The depth meter indicates we are in 8,400 feet or 1,400 fathoms of water.   To me the sea is truly an endless well with no bottom. 

There are no birds, no sign of life on the surface and not a ship to be found.  There are no fishing vessels, because of the restriction on fishing following the Deepwater Horizon oil spill off the Louisiana coast.  The only sound was water coming over the bow making 6.2 knots, Speed over Ground (SOG).

The silence of the men sleeping gave me security knowing that soon they would be at the helm again and I was truly not alone.   Being alone at sea would not be comforting to me.  Another feeling of well-being is the sound of the engine working like a dream, humming and sputtering along.  It is truly the heartbeat of the boat. 

As the men awake, we run the generator and to our surprise it begins cutting off.  I call out, “Switch the fuel tanks”.   My husband open and closes the appropriate valves from the empty fuel tank to the available full tank.   This quick maneuver saved my husband the aggravation of bleeding the engine after it shuts down from fuel starvation.

We are now making out way southeast, so we can head directly into Tampa Bay.  Our stop at Tampa Bay will allow us to catch up on necessary computer work.  The SPOT Messenger tells everyone our location at sea.  It sends a message telling all our friends and love ones that we are OK.  Unfortunately, you can’t escape the real world of electronics.  The electronics on the boat are comforting.  Where the engine is the heartbeat of the boat, the electronics read the pulse.   They provide us the knowledge of where we are and what we are doing at all times. 

My husband faithfully writes on a log the longitude and latitude, so if our electronics quit we can continue our passage.  He has a sextant just in case we have to know where we are by stars.  If necessary, we can still use celestial navigation just as our forefathers did.

What would the world be without electronics?  I don’t think we can ever imagine, but out in the open sea we are far away from the complexity of technology.