It’s unbelievable, but as we approach bigger and bigger cities the internet coverage gets worse and worse so we burn through our 4G data about one week into the four-week cycle doing this blog. N called Verizon to try and buy more 4G, but no go. Seems cell providers are the last bastion of socialism and you can’t get unlimited data 4G speeds (if you know different please let us know) at any price without buying another device. OK, OK, I know, enough of the technology rant!
Most of the boats on the dock at Delaware City planned to leave around 5:30AM to catch the tide and associated currents in Delaware Bay (it’s what you do on a seven-knot trawler or sailboat), but the morning started really foggy and many delayed their departure. Those that did leave got yelled at by commercial traffic over the radio for being dumb. Our plan was unaffected; leisurely breakfast, walk dog, leave by 10 and still beat everyone to the next stop!
Delaware Bay can be really nasty weather wise and there is a hopping tidal current, but the morning was nice by the time we left the dock, turned the corner and headed down the bay to the Atlantic. We now had New Joisey (not a typo…. accent) on the port side and the tidal push had us thundering down the bay at 30+mph towards Cape May. We passed everyone that had left before us.
Upon reaching Cape May “we” decided to take advantage of the “calm” seas and head north on the outside to make some time. It might have looked calm, but it’s still the North Atlantic now and N had his hands full between negotiating swells and addressing the needs of a near-mutinous crew. After an hour we took the opportunity to change course and dive back onto the ICW to partake in a far calmer journey (both on the water and on board).
From Atlantic City we’re within 40 miles of NYC! Of course, we could do it the “hard way” (on the ocean), or the “easy way” (on the ICW) although you MUST do some ocean either way. We opted for the hard/easy way with some ocean and some ICW.
We started with the ocean, cut into the ICW at Barnegat Point then went back to the ocean at Manasquan to Sheepshead Bay on Long Island.
You might wonder what N does alone on the bridge while the crew’s below on these ocean stretches. Here’s a sample to the rhythm of Commander Cody’s Hot Rod Lincoln.
Have you heard the story of the great boat race When trawlers and sailboats was settin’ the pace. That story is true I’m here to say I was drivin’ a brand startin’ with Bay.
A mercruiser sterndrive gives her “some” pop Comes with a flybridge so you can drive on top. It’s got eight cylinders; uses them all It’s got trim tabs, don’t porpoise at all.
With fuel injection and underwater exhaust With stainless duo props you can really get lost. It’s got a dinghy on the back, but I ain’t scared Life jackets are good, and we got flares.
Pulled out of Cape May one early ‘morn Fog was liftin’ a new day reborn. We was boatin’ through the tidal cut Passing fishermen comfortably sat on their butt.
All of a sudden in a wink of an eye A big ‘ol trawler passed us by. I said, “crew, that’s a mark for me!” By then the transom was all you could see.
Now the crew didn’t mind bein’ behind, but as for the cap’n he was out of his mind. Put his hand to the throttle and man alive, Power came on with a list to port side.
Wound it up to nearly three times ten My speedometer said that I hit top end. My hand on the throttle like lead to the floor. That’s all there is and there ain’t no more.
Now the crew all thought I’d lost my sense And those channel markers looked like a picket fence. They said, “Slow down! I see a wave!” Cap’n said just go below and try to be brave.
Took a roller; waked a boat, Throttle on just stayin’ afloat. My boat was sprayin’ the portside cans. Crew yelled out stop being a “man”.
Roostertail was comin’ from out of the back When I started to gain on that trawler hack Knew I could catch him, thought I could pass By now the crew was callin’ Cap’n an ass.
We had waves comin’ from over the bow. Feel the tension. Man! Super wow! I said, “Look out, crew, I’ve got a license to fly!” And that trawler slowed down while we passed portside.
Now all of a sudden she started to knockin’, And down in the troughs she started to rockin’. I looked ahead; a monster roller a comin’, Kept power on ‘cause my motor was hummin’
The wave caught us across the bow, Bikes stayed put, not sure how Crew came up from down below Said that’s enough, can’t we just go slow?