I grew up in the cradle of American Revolution. For several years we lived right next to Lexington where some of- the first shots in the American Revolution were fired.
All through high school we lived out on the elbow of Cape Cod and pure democracy reigned. We had what is called “Town Meeting” government. Once a year a “Warrant” was drawn up and all the voters and taxpayers in town assembled at the high school auditorium to vote on all the projects to be down in the town for the next year and to vote on appropriating the tax funds to follow through. I was steeped in the entire ethic of voting. With the single exception of 1992 I have voted in every presidential election since 1964. I didn’t vote in ’92 because I was off on a nine-month cruise on my sailboat from Ft. Lauderdale to Mexico, Belize and the Rio Dulce in Guatemala and back. The guy I would have voted for, Bill Clinton, won anyway so it didn’t matter whether I voted that or not.
A couple of months ago when I reregistered my boat I also changed my address and made sure I was registered to vote.
Supposedly it was all taken care of. The day before the recent primary election I went online to see where I was supposed to vote. It gave me a location in Holmes Beach. When I got there and checked in they said I wasn’t at the right location and then we spent nearly an hour trying to straighten things out. I ended up filling out a “Provisional” ballot. I knew things weren’t going to go well when they didn’t have a clue as to what to do with it after I’d sealed and signed the envelope the ballot was in.
Today I went to the Manatee County Supervisor of Elections Office to straighten things out. Easy to get to. Hop on the #6 bus, ride it to the end of the line at DeSoto Station. The El;ections office is adjacent to the terminal.
Everything about my registration was all screwed up. The address they had for me was one that I used a single time in Bradenton to get some insurance papers. I had to fill out new paperwork and then there was still some computer problems with the application. A supervisor was called out to go over everything. It was then that I found out that muy Provisional ballot had NOT BEEN COUNTED! That’s because the address they had is a mail drop so it was rejected.
I explained that since I live anchored on my boat I don’t have a permanent residential address. Seems this is not actually a big problem. I was registered using the Elections Office as my residence. Seems that THAT is legal where a drop box isn’t. So. with the help of an elections officer I’m all signed up and was told where my poling place is located. They also said I could “Vote by Mail.” But I’m not sure I trust that, and since this coming election is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT I’m going to take the two busses necessary and vote in person
If you don’t vote you forfeit your right to bitch about what’s going on…
September is the most active month for tropical cyclones as they’re properly called. Here it is, the third day of the month and we’re already on edge…
“Oh, you live on a boat…that must be really cool.” That’s reason 347 for punching someone in the face.
Here’s what’s happening in MY world today.
Lots of wind and rain. Have two anchors set. Got food and water. Generator is running and charging computer, iPad and phone.
Enjoy YOUR Labor Day!
So far this year’s hurricane season has been tranquil here in the Gulf of Mexico. Conditions are ripe, though. Warm water is what fuels and intensifies tropical storms and hurricanes. Today in nearby Tampa Bay the water temperature is 85°F. Just slightly cooler than the air temperature. And we’re just entering into the worst month of the year for tropical cyclones as they’re properly called.
Current tropical weather forecasts say that there’s a tropical “depression” forming around the Turks and Caicos islands and it’s expected to cross over southern Florida in the next day or two and enter into the Gulf. Of course as it heads north in the Gulf it will pass the Bradenton Beach, FL anchorage where I’m located. It’s possible that the “depression” could easily turn into a tropical “storm” bringing lots of gusty winds along with it. If the steering currents change it could possibly come closer to where I’m located and really be a problem. ¿Quien sabes?
Right now the predictions are for winds in the mid to upper 20s starting later today (Sunday, 2 Sept.) and continue like that for the next several days. The prognosticators are prognosticating winds out of the east which, in some ways, is good. The worst direction is from a southerly direction as the fetch across the open waters of Sarasota Bay causes large waves here in the anchorage. They may only be three feet or so, but the period between crests is less than two seconds. It’s like BAM! One hippopotamus, two hippopota…BAM! One hippopotamus, two hippopota…BAM! One hippopotamus, two hippopota…Well, you get the idea. REALLY uncomfortable on a 22 foot sailboat. But the fetch from the east is only a bit over a mile as opposed to 15 miles from the south so the waves aren’t as much of a problem.
The bad part is I’m very close to shore where I’m anchored. There are docks only about 50 yards astern. I’ve dragged anchor here three times. The last time I got an emergency anchor overboard and it caught and stopped me from being run up on the rocks of the Bridge Street Pier 60 feet away. Scary stuff.
After that incident I bought a larger anchor from a friend and also a Manson Boss anchor that got the highest ratings possible. I also bought 70 feet of 1/4″ chain. Forty five feet of it I fastened to the Boss and the other 25 feet to the 25 pound Danforth. I rode out the winter without budging an inch.
I went for a bit of a cruise in July and since I’ve been back I’ve only been riding to the Boss, and doing fine. Went through a rough patch in the middle of last week with gusts under a thunder storm approaching 50 mph! With the depression coming I thought it best to set out a second anchor.
I don’t have the big Danforth. I lent it to a neighbor who was moving his boat but lost his anchor when it got hung up on something on the bottom and couldn’t budge it. So, I got out the 25 feet of chain I had stowed in the lazarette and shackled it to the smaller, 13 pound Danforth that I used most of last year, but the one that had dragged on me previously. I only had 10 feet of light chain on it.
Anyway, I rowed the anchor away from the boat and set it at about a 60° angle from the Boss. It’s a precaution. I’m also ready to go get six gallons of gas at the nearby marina as soon as I sign off on this. I need it to run the generator so I can have computer capability. And if the depression turns into a storm or, heaven forbid, a hurricane, I can always haul anchor and run across the Intracoastal Waterway and up into the mangroves where I rode out Hurricane Irma last year.
I don’t think it’s going to be real bad, but you never know.
I went to the pharmacy this morning to pick my Breo Ellipta prescription. The girl said, “That will be $245.”
“Wait a minute,” I said, “it was only $45 last month. What happened?”
“Well, this is a three month supply.”
Okay. Now I’m not the brightest bulb on the tree when it comes to math. How bad am I? Well, when I transferred to the University of Miami in ’62 I had to take a placement test in math…I got a blinkin’ SAMPLE PROBLEM WRONG! How dumb do you have to be to get a sample problem wrong? Even so, I was able to quickly grasp the fact that if I took a three month supply I’d be paying $110 MORE than if I bought one every month. So, naturally I bought just the one.
People like me get ripped off at the super market every time we shop. I can’t take advantage of the “Buy 3 for …” because I don’t have a refrigerator where I could keep the other two so I have to pay the regular unit price for a single which is a bit more than one of the three special. Sure, it’s only pennies, but over the course of a year those pennies add up.
I DO take advantage of Buy One Get One Free on non-perishables that I can store in the lockers under the bunks on my boat, and that helps a lot for someone on a tight Social Security budget.
One of the biggest challenges facing someone living full time on a small boat on the hook (at anchor) is simply staying clean.
One thing we lack is an unlimited supply of water. We can’t simply turn a tap to get it. I try and keep about six gallons or so of drinking water on board, but where does it come from? Well, I buy fresh gallons of spring water at Publix super market for 86 cents a gallon. A lot of times I’ll take my empties up there and fill them from their filtered machine at the entrance for 35 cents a gallon. When I do my laundry I take four empty jugs with me and fill them at the deep sink. There’s a faucet at the nearby Post Office that a lot of people use but the admonition is “don’t let them see you doing it.” I’ve never used it. As you walk around a few block area near the dinghy dock you’ll notice that all of the outdoor outlets are missing the knobs. The owners keep them hidden and only attach them when they need to use a hose.
A lot of people trap rain water. I haven’t figured out a good system for that on this boat, yet. When I was on my Kaiser 26 down in Mexico, Belize and the Rio Dulce in Guatemala, I worked out a good system that would fill my 35 gallon tank in just a few minutes. I never drank that stuff but used it for washing dishes and myself. The main problem with rain water, though, is it’s not reliable. It doesn’t rain every day.
Another source for water, though not for drinking, is the melt water out of the cooler chest. A gallon of fresh water weighs 8 pounds, so there’s a bit more than a gallon of water in each of the 10 pound bags I buy. I buy two bags at $2.49/each a couple of times a week so I’ve got nearly five gallons extra water on board. It’s good for washing dishes and sponge baths, and that’s it. I keep that water in the old empty jugs. I’ve marked the tops of those with a dab of yellow fingernail polish that I’d bought to mark something else a long time ago.
So, how does on handle personal hygiene? Sponge baths only go so far. I subscribe to a lot of RV sites on Facebook because those people face a lot of the same challenges boaters on the hook do. They recommend joining a fitness club with branches all over the country. That’s good for them, but there aren’t many of those clubs close to the anchorages and then you’re faced with getting to them without a car.
There are a couple of fitness clubs here on Anna Maria Island, FL, but they’re rather pricy. Even day passes so you can get to take a shower will cost a minimum of $5. This winter I joined the Y over in Bradenton which was right on the bus route. It cost $20/month. I had access to a great fitness center there as well as hot showers. As with everything associated with this lifestyle there was a hitch. . . There’s only one bus every hour that goes over to the mainland. But you get to know roughly when you can catch it so you paddle to shore in advance and wait. By the time you board the bus you’ve eaten up close to an hour or your day. Then it’s a half hour out to the Y. You spend a couple of hours there exercising and taking a shower. A bit less if you only take a shower. Then you have to wait for that ONE BUS that’s headed back to the island. If you miss it you’ve got to hang around for an hour until the next one comes. In all, to keep yourself from stinking, you’re going to spend the equivalent of half a working day just to take a shower. I found myself going longer and longer between trips to the Y as the winter and spring progressed.
Last Friday I was going to make a shopping run up to Publix on the free trolley. They run every 20 minutes up and down the length of the island. As luck would have it I JUST MISSED a northbound connection. It was a hot, breathless day so I switched over to the southbound stop figuring it would be more comfortable sitting in the air conditioned trolley down to Coquina Beach at the south end of the island and then back up to the Publix than it would be waiting in the broiling sun for the trolley to pass me southbound, take his five or ten minute rest break down there and then get back to the northbound stop. I’m glad it worked out that way.
I was getting a little “ripe.” My hair was gunky from not having washed it for longer than I want to admit, here. (I was no longer a member of the Y so a ride out there wan’t doable.) As we pulled into the bus slot at the beach the thing that caught my attention were the people taking showers! All along the pine tree lined beach path there were at least a half dozen shower pylons so people could rinse the salt and sand off of themselves before getting in their cars. As we used to say in Antibes, France, “Vòila!”
Saturday morning I was up early. Packed my shampoo, soap, wash cloth and towel and headed out. As we turned into the bus slot the county bus that goes over to the mainland was just pulling out which was great for me. I planned on going across the bridge to Annie’s Bait and Tackle to get some fishing gear. So with the bus just leaving that meant I had an hour to take my shower.
By each of the shower pylons there is a little “Changing Station.” To cut it short, I had a delightful, refreshing shower. Cool water but not cold, and with the temperature already in the low 80s that morning I enjoyed it a lot. Now, when I’m here at the anchorage I’ll be going down there several times a week to get cleaned up.
But I’m not going to be here much longer on a permanent basis. I’m looking to get under way in the middle of next week and go gunkholing around the area. I want to stay close by until after my birthday early in July because there are so many good restaurants here. Last year, for my 75th, I wanted to go have a nice lobster dinner. The three quarters of a century is definitely a “milestone” birthday.*
Instead I spent it at Tallahassee Memorial Hospital suffering from renal shutdown caused by severe dehydration.
When that’s over I’m planning on heading south to check out the gunkhole possibilities around Pine Island Sound and up into the Peace River. The nice thing about rivers is they’re fresh water so you can scoop buckets full and bath yourself. Not a big fan of diving over the side since there are gators everywhere. Last week a woman was snatched off the bank by a 12 foot gator and eaten.
That’s it for the moment…
*Milestone birthdays. There are certain birthdays in a person’s life that are extra special. Milestones if you will…At 16 you can drive a car most places. At 18 you can register to vote. At 21 you can go into a bar and legally order a piña colada. Then you’ve pretty much go to wait around for the 50th and 75th. Milestone all.
When Hurricane Irma was coming up the Gulf Coast aiming straight for Bradenton Beach I took down the mast on my boat. There are several reasons for doing this. One is to reduce windage aloft. I the days of the square riggers it was quite common to lower the top masts to the deck to reduce “top hamper.”
Another reason for lowering the mast was so I could get under a 10-foot high bridge to get into a small canal and hide in the mangroves.
When I returned to the anchorage after the storm passed I decided not to put the mast back up. There are several reasons for this. One, my hands are gnarled with arthritis and it’s painful hauling on the halyard to raise the sails. Two, with my COPD, raising the sails leave me panting for breath. Three, in the roughly 800 miles I traveled from Fort Lauderdale to Carrabelle in the eastern panhandle of the state and back down to Bradenton Beach I didn’t sail even a half dozen times. Either the wind was too strong for this 22-foot boat with no reefing system, or there wasn’t any wind, or the wind was “on the nose” and I didn’t have the patience to tack for hours to get to my next anchorage. So, essentially I was using the boat as a “terminal trawler.” That’s a term for sailboats without masts that travel under power alone.
Not only that, there’s the hassle presented by bridges that need to be opened because of the height of the mast. I had to open 57 bridges on my journey last year. Twenty nine between the Las Olas bridge in Fort Lauderdale to the last bridge in Stuart. There were 11 bridges on the Okeechobee Waterway cutting across the state, and another 17 bridges going up the Gulf Coast Intracoastal.
I had to do something with the mast. Lying down on the deck it was a hassle getting around it to go forward and tend to the anchor. And, as my friend Stephen said, it make the boat look like a derelict. I looked at dozens of mast and boom gallows on line. Some were pretty nifty. Some were pretty expensive. Some were temporary things made out of 2X4s and ugly looking. I needed something better.
What I came up with was to build a gallows out of PVC pipe. Easy to work with and inexpensive. At first I used 3/4-inch pipe because it’s the same size as the stainless steel railing of the push pit (damn, I LOVE salty talk!). It was okay. It DID get the mast raised and will, one day, serve as the center pole for a cockpit shade cover.
The problem with my first effort was it wasn’t very strong. I had to reinforce the corners with wood. After months of pondering what to do about the situation I discovered that Home Depot sells what is called “furniture grade” PVC pipe. It’s inch and a quarter diameter, a bit thicker walled, and comes in a variety of colors. For some reason red was the cheapest so that’s what I went with. I built the new gallows in one afternoon. No additional bracing needed.
It’s easy to take the mast off of the gallows and I didn’t cement the top segment so that if I want to reduce the air draft I can simply lift that segment off. This one is also a bit higher and I can, just, stand up underneath the mast at the after end of the cockpit. I’m quite happy with the results.