Here is Adagio, leaving her slip and just about to pick up the dinghy that we borrowed for the weekend. That is me… one of the younger attendees of the gathering.. we have the dinghy secured, and we are heading out into Toms River. We motored down the river with Janet at the helm. After entering the bay, we turned south and took advantage of the favorable winds for the trip to Tice’s Shoals. Total distance is just around 9 nautical miles. There were plenty of boats on the bay and lots to see. We decided to stick to the ICW on the way down. That gave Janet a chance to look at the chart and observe the day marks along the way.. heading south.. red-right-return… i learned that earlier this summer 🙂
Navigation is really the secondary purpose of the day marks.. what they are really about is providing a safe place for osprey nests!
We were the first to arrive at Tice’s Shoals.. So it was our duty to pick a suitable spot to anchor.. It is safe to say that there were 150-200 boats there already. So we headed towards the southern end of the throng and found a relatively quiet spot.. Our new friend, Allen from NY, was the next to arrive, followed by Bob23 – the organizer of the event. Typically, Bob would have been there on Friday night, but lightening and engine problems led to a slow trip. In retrospect, amidst all of the fun that we had, it seems that nearly everyone experienced some difficulty or another, but more on that in a bit.
We all clambered aboard Allen’s boat and enjoyed lunch, and snacks and conversation. It was readily apparent that we were going to enjoy the time spent together. All in all, we we expecting around 8 boats to join our group. I was a bit worried that Marty had not yet made it to our destination, and my cell phone was back on Adagio, so Janet and I headed back to the boat to try to touch base with him. No sooner did we climb on board than we heard his friendly, but tired voice hail us. Janet was below when Marty came along side.. we were focused on securing his boat when, all of a sudden, Marty asked ” Why is there smoke coming from your boat”? Sure enough.. there was smoke at the transom. It was obvious from the smell that the issue was electrical in nature.. I opened the hatch containing the battery to find smoke there as well. After yelling to Janet to get out of the boat, I reached for the fire extinguisher and was able to effectively put out the fire. We opened up all of the hatches and portholes and let the smoke dissipate. I then reached down and undid all of the wiring from the battery.
We spent the next hour cleaning the boat. It was somewhat coincidental when Janet picked up my book on marine wiring to wipe off the dust from the extinguisher! in fact, the cause of the issue was the line connecting the battery to the generator on the outboard. A few weeks ago it had pulled apart when I raised the engine. I later told my wife that I would never dream of leaving an exposed wire in the house – why I did not recognize that this was a similar situation – I can’t explain.. shame on me!
I also find it interesting that this all came to a head just as we returned to the boat.. that was nothing less than a blessing, because I doubt that we would have made it back to the boat in time, had we noticed the issue from Allen’s boat.
After catching our breath and cleaning up the mess, we headed to the beach.. Janet and I rowed the dinghy in to shore, and Allen joined us in the kayak that he had brought along. The water in the bay was quite warm. The water in the ocean was refreshingly cool! Allen and I stayed in long enough to get used to it.. janet headed back to the beach after a short time.
Marty’s friend, Alex, joined our group. He sails a Bristol 24.. close enough to a Compac to allow him to join the fold! We picked him and Allen in our dinghy. Later, Bob and Marty joined us in the cockpit of Adagio for dinner and an evening of conversation. We shared dinner, and cookies and lots of laughs before, one by one, our friends returned to their boats to turn in . Marty was the last to leave. After a long hard day which included a difficult launching in the morning, he spent considerable time and effort getting comfortable on his cp 16. The wind picked up, and I was a bit concerned about how Janet would react to spending her first night at anchor, rocking and rolling.. She did quite well. It took both of us a little while to settle in, but once sleep came, it was wonderful.
Sunset on Barnegat Bay
We awoke early on Sunday morning. The wind was still blowing, although not quite as strong. I heard what I thought was our dinghy knocking against the boat. Something did not totally make sense – with the wind still blowing, the dinghy should have been 15 feet behind us, but I did not waste a lot of energy thinking about it. Then we heard Marty declare that the sun was about to rise. I looked outside and realized that it was Marty’s boat that was knocking on our hull! His anchor dragged, and the wind shifted, and we happened to be right in line with him! I let out scope to try to correct the situation, but in no time, he was upon us again. In an attempt to reset his anchor, Marty ended up visiting most of the boats in our fleet before finally coming to rest about 100 yards downwind of us!
Having a bimini makes our cockpit rather comfortable, so we all gathered for breakfast and more conversation. Well, maybe not all of us – Alex is a late sleeper, so he missed the morning gathering. We speculated as to why the other boats did not join us, but, having no information to the contrary, assumed that they simply had a change of plans. In fact, Bob’s engine problem , and our electrical issue were not the only problems experienced by com pac sailors this weekend! We later found out the two of the boats were headed towards us when they decided to take diverging courses to the shoals. One ran aground and could not start his engine. He called the other ( his uncle) to come back to assist. They ended up heading back to the marina, uncle towing nephew..
The third skipper had actually talked with Marty at the marina . He headed out into the bay just as the wind died on Saturday. Concerned about not having enough fuel to make the trip out and back under power, he headed back to the marina as well.
With a 3 plus hour drive home in front of us, we sadly bid our friends, old and new, adieu and pulled our anchor. The wind was not favorable, so we ended up returning under power. This time we decided to cut some of the corners in the channel – not a particularly risky course of action since we really only draw about 3 feet with the rudder down. Of course, having disconnected everything from the battery, we did not have our depth finder available, but that was not a big concern. The trip went smoothly for us, but we did observe a Pearson 33 run aground about 100 yards from us. I was watching the boat, sailing on a course that was perpendicular to ours when all of a sudden, the jib started flapping. One of the crew ran up to the bow and started to try to rock the boat from side to side.. Then it dawned on me what had happened.. we watched for a time as we left them in our wake. There was nothing that we could do for them with our 6hp outboard engine! I listened for a call to the tow boat, but did not hear one. They may have had the good fortune of making it off on their own!
Janet spent a lot of time at the helm. She was still smiling when we got back to the marina. 🙂 I dropped her off in the dingy and brought Adagio into her slip while she rowed the dingy to the beach. We loaded the car and said good bye to the boat. We may or may not get to sail again this season. We will see how hectic the beginning of school is. I am hoping that we will get to return for one more trip during September.
Not wanting to bring the weekend adventure to a close too quickly, we stopped in Quakertown ( my hometown) for dinner at a Chinese restaurant that we like.
What a wonderful way to spend a weekend – with your wife, and with friends, on a boat, a beautiful sunset and sunrise, snickerdoodles.. who could ask for more 🙂