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The Quest for Mind’s Eye II

By
Anna
Barthelme

Our adventure started in August of 2012 on the quest for Mind's Eye II. My wife Tammy and I received the news that we were going to become grandparents. After much debate about whether to purchase a home in the south, we decided to upgrade our 43-foot Cruisers Yacht, Mind's Eye.It has long been on my list of adventures to bring a boat north along the ICW. The plan would be if and when we find and purchase the right boat, I would captain the boat by myself heading north in the spring to our homeport of Kendall, N.Y. After much deliberation and extensive research to find a boat that is just right for us, we finally came across a 46-foot 2006 Cruisers Yachts 460 Express, known today as Mind's Eye II.

OCTOBER 18:

Over the past couple weeks I traveled to and from Cape Coral, Fla. and finally closed the paperwork on the 18th. We decided to take her to Legacy Harbor in Fort Myers, Fla. to allow for easier access to the waterways.

OCTOBER 19:

I spent the next couple of days fixing her up. Changing the oil, air filters and belts, finalizing the windshield cover repairs and getting our icemaker and air conditioning up and running. We are heading home for a bit and plan to return in mid-November to provision and prepare the cabin for our trip to Key West. Tammy and our two Pomeranians, Caleb and Sophie will be joining me for some of the legs.

DECEMBER 28- JANUARY 3:

In one day we cruised 140 miles from Fort Myers to Conch Harbor Marina in Key West, Fla. and I saw several dolphins in the Gulf of Mexico. About 20 miles away from Key West I spotted a manatee. He watched as we approached and looked at me and snorted and dove back into the water. On New Year's Eve we had a lovely dinner at A&B Seafood. We then walked to Sloppy Joe's to watch the conch drop. Similar to a mini Times Square, the restaurant hangs an enlarged conch structure and steadily drops it until the clock strikes midnight. A couple from Germany got engaged right in front of us at midnight and I took a picture for them. We left Conch Harbor and cruised to Ocean Reef Club in Key Largo.

JANUARY 4-8:

From Ocean Reef Club, we cruised to Palm Harbor Marina in West Palm Beach, Fla. Tammy and I spent most of our time working on the boat. We decided to fly home for a bit and planned to return to West Palm Beach in late February.

MARCH 1:

Happy Birthday to me! We departed Palm Harbor mid-morning and entered Fort Pierce inlet by mid-afternoon. We had to slow down because of 6-8 foot rollers and white caps. We cruised into the ICW at markers 186G and 185R, making our way into Loggerhead Marina in Vero Beach, Fla. by 3:30 pm.

MARCH 3:

Departed Vero Beach and cruised to New Smyrna Beach, roughly 95 miles. We stayed there for a few nights and from there had a beautiful ride to St. Augustine, where we docked at Camachee Cove Yacht Harbor.

APRIL 9:

And we're off to Hilton Head, S.C. I cruised outside and off the coast of Georgia. About 12 miles out, I saw about 20 stingrays that were just hanging out under the surface of the water. We pulled into Harbour Town Yacht Basin and were greeted with a slip below the famous lighthouse.

APRIL 10:

We cruised the 70 nautical miles outside the ICW to Charleston. When I was offshore about 15 miles, in 50 feet of water, I saw something that I thought was a large dead fish. I got closer and realized I was interrupting the nap of a large sea turtle. He picked up his head and looked at me and took off quickly. He wasn't happy with me.

MAY 3:

I flew back to Charleston today after spending time at home with the family. The next destinations will lead us to Myrtle Beach Yacht Basin in Little River, S.C. and then onto Morehead City Yacht Basin in N.C.

MAY 6:

What an interesting day! We departed Morehead City, N.C. I cruised in the sound instead of the ICW and although charts show it's passable, it's not. I grounded Mind's Eye and had to get a tow. We threaded our way back as the tide was even lower than before. I ended up at Beaufort Town Docks in the midst of a lightning storm and pouring rain, fortunate to find no damage to Mind's Eye.

MAY 9:

From Beaufort I cruised to Coinjock, N.C. and then to Baltimore, a very happy 29 knots at all day in calm, deep waters on the Chesapeake Bay. After going under the Chesapeake Bay Bridge I arrived at BMC at Inner Harbor. I headed to the Rusty Scupper for a much-needed glass of Chardonnay. It is time to head home for a short trip and we plan to return mid-May.

MAY 18:

Made it back to Baltimore today with Tammy and our daughter Jenn. I got things stowed away that we had shipped during my absence including a boat hook, buckets, simple lines, gloves and filters most of which will be for transiting the locks in the Erie Canal.

MAY 22:

We left Baltimore and headed to Cape May, N.J. and then north towards New York. Yesterday we arrived at Haverstraw Marina on the Hudson River after cruising past the Statue of Liberty and the breathtaking view of Manhattan. We made it to the first lock in Troy, N.Y. Entering lock no. 2 we got our 10-day pass and cruised through lock no. 3. We had to tie off on a sea wall and wait two and a half hours for a very large barge to pass. Annoying!

MAY 23:

All was well until we got to lock no. 8. The attendant was not there and it was a crazy time fighting the current. Large amounts of debris were going under the boat. Jenn jumped on shore and went looking for the lockmaster, while Tammy kept a close eye astern on debris and advising me as we treaded water. Finally, we're on our way to St. Johnsville, N.Y.

MAY 24:

Made great timing getting through the locks up to lock no. 17. Lock no. 17 is the largest lift, 40.5 feet! We had to wait a bit for the lockmaster to show up, but we made it into Pirates Cove Marina, which is just past lock no. 23. We rubbed bottom several times going into the marina and also hit a submerged log in the canal. Once again, by the grace of God, no damage!

MAY 25:

We are heading north toward Oswego through the last of the locks. We got through the Oswego locks to no. 4 just fine. At no. 5 the lockmaster tells me that when he lowers the water the lock becomes a bad wind tunnel and to hang on tight to the bow. I had no idea how bad it would be and did not warn Tammy. I don't know how she held the stern because I could barely hold the bow. We recouped and progressed through the locks into Oswego Marina.

MAY 26:

Next it was out into lovely Miss Ontario (Lake Ontario). With stiff winds at 20-30 knots all day, we could only do 10-15 knots and the water continued to crash over the hard top. We finally arrived at our homeport Eagle Creek Yacht Club in Kendall, N.Y. The entire club began sounding horns and cheering, welcoming us and our new addition, Mind's Eye II. It was so good to be home after seven months of boating and many interesting memories to last a lifetime.

Check off the bucket list.

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Why do so many yachtsmen hurriedly haul out their boats immediately after Labor Day? Sure, the kids are back to school, and the weather starts to change. But we have enjoyed some of our most clear, calm, beautiful days boating in the fall. I dare say don’t haul before fall, have a ball while everyone else is buttoning up their boats and turning to watch football or baseball. Perhaps those sun-soaked sandbar rafting days have passed until next summer, but from New England to the southern coasts you’ll still find glorious warm days, less boat wake and less boat traffic in general, which opens a world of late season cruising opportunities. My father always said boating is better once the “summer yahoos disappear.”

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A FEW REASONS TO LOVE THE FALL BOATING SEASON

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Fall boating is just quieter. As most boaters vacate the water in lieu of other pursuits, September and October can offer brilliant blue-sky days. Waterways that were jam-packed with everything from inflatables to tour boats a month prior are now more open for you to explore. Loud two stroke “boater-cycles,” as my friend likes to call jet skis and sea-doos (personal propelled watercraft) are trailered away leaving in the absence of their wake- jumping a more serene scene.

Foliage starts to pop on the waterfront come mid-September into October from Maine to Virginia. The sparkling water reflects the kaleidoscope of autumn leaves in their shimmering crimson, gold and orange. It’s spectacular, truly a photographer’s dream, whether you’re on a lake, the ocean, a beautiful bay or waterway. Boating in September, October, even into November a bit farther south, is a gem. Just be mindful of the forecast, hurricane season, and significant temperature shifts that invite pop-up storms.

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The weather. With cooler fall days, temps trend toward delightfully crisp and clear. Days are also shorter, so midday boating is best for peak sun. For your boating comfort, have sweatshirts, sweaters or jackets handy, even hats and gloves, especially if you’re in northern New England.

Good news: Gone are the hot humid mugginess and the bugs that accompany spring and summer heat. Bonus: you have less chance of that scorching summer sunburn. Still, be sure to apply sunscreen, refraction on the water is real even when a chill is in the air. You may want to eat steamed lobster by the waterfront, but you don’t want to look like one. Evenings on the water cool off, making for great sleeping aboard. Snuggle under covers and wake to fresh air and hot coffee on deck that never tasted so good in another season.

Fall means more available dock slips, moorings and anchorages as many are pulling their boots “up on the hard,” which frees up marina space for you. The same prime spots that were impossible to get in summer, with wait lists at places like Block Island, Newport and Annapolis, are now wide open. Same goes for waterfront restaurants with tie ups; their face docks are free and on a first come first served basis.

Just be prepared that dockhands and marina staff may not be as readily available in the fall, as students that typically manage the docks have returned to their campuses, and marine techs are pre-occupied prepping folks’ boats for winterization and storage. Be ready to tend your own lines.

Wildlife abounds in fall. Migratory birds are on the move. Enjoy watching geese, loons and birds-of-a-feather flocking south as winter approaches.

Speaking of marine life, if you like to fish, then fall is your wish. As temperatures decline, the fish sense that winter is coming. In preparation of the next season, fish begin their migrating south and their subsequent feeding frenzy.

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Snowbirds of the human variety start their boating trek south too, if they aren’t storing their boat up north. Cruising the ICW in fall can be a social circuit where you may see the same boat owners and crew as you stop along your way at various harbors and marinas. It’s entertaining to compare ship logs and experiences from your adventures, favorite sights and seaports, with fellow boaters along your journey.

I have always loved how friendly boaters can be, and how an impromptu sharing of dock-side drinks aboard yours or their top deck can quickly transpire into an animated evening talking about best and worst boating with your nautical neighbors.

Word of caution: don’t be like my dear deceased, super-dedicated-to-boating Dad who insisted there’d be one more great boating day in late fall in New Hampshire. He would hold out on hauling his 28’ Eastern well into November, insisting it’s not winter till December. I recall more than once having to chip the ice of the dock lines to free up his pride- and-joy, then boating to the nearest icy ramp while frost clung to the windshield, and it was bitter cold on the slippery decks. That’s taking fall boating to an extreme.

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Sugar Spice and Everything Nice

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Safely through the storm, we disbanded and spread out to explore our new surroundings. We completed our clearance in Carriacou, Grenada’s northern sister island, and were amazed to see a hundred or so yachts anchored in Tyrell Bay, Carriacou’s main harbor. I knew Grenada was popular, but if the numbers of boats in Carriacou were anything to judge by, I’d have to cope with much larger crowds when we travelled farther south.

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Before making the journey south, however, we wanted to stretch out the season by adding a short circumnavigation around Carriacou, known as “The Isle of Reefs” to the Kalinago people (the original Island Caribs). We spent our time there dodging bommies (submerged coral reefs) and soaking up the tropical island experience with our feet in the sand, our bellies in the water and our hands on a bottle of rum.

We stopped at Petite Martinique, the third and smallest of the three main islands. There we enjoyed rugged, rocky beaches and side-stepped clusters of goats grazing the green rolling hills as we hiked up Mount Piton for panoramic views of the surrounding islands. We climbed down into the Darant Bay Cave for framed views of the same islands at sea level.

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With a quick stop-over in Ronde Island, a beautiful private island that’s halfway between Carriacou and Grenada, we continued our transit south. Again, I hadn’t prepared myself for the wild beauty of Grenada’s west coast. Mile after mile of dense, lush forest cascade down the leeward side of the island from peak to sea.

We hugged the coastline as we sailed the 13 miles down the west coast, looking up at 2,700 feet of volcanic rock and shear waterfalls that fed small rivers that ran down the slopes of the mountainous interior to the coast. While Grenada is well reputed as a tourist destination for holidaymakers seeking either a sun- drenched party or quiet refuge on one of its 45 beaches, I knew from sailing the coast that my preferences would draw me inland.

Grenada’s coastline contains many large bays, but most yachts head for safe anchorage behind one of the many narrow peninsulas that split up the southern coastline. As we pulled into Prickly Bay, the first of Grenada’s southern harbors, I knew from the crowd of yachts that I would escape to the interior as soon as possible. As it turned out, I didn’t get that chance. As soon as we dropped anchor, we were invited ashore for a cruiser’s jam session to reconnect with friends from past seasons.

The following day we crammed into the back seat of a taxi on our way to an event for the annual Chocolate Festival, and our schedule quickly filled after that with tours of cocoa plantations, cocoa grinding competitions, chocolate tastings and chocolate drawing contests. In additional to the island’s cultural events, we were also immediately drawn into the cruiser’s social scene.

On our first week of arrival our mornings were already booked into early morning yoga and bootcamp on the beach. The kids joined a cruiser’s homeschooling collective and regular extracurricular activities that were held under the shade of the trees. If we weren’t listening to live music or joining the locals’ beach barbecues in the evenings, we were sitting poolside and sipping beers from a $5 bucket with other cruisers at Le Phare Bleu, a boutique hotel that opened its amenities and services to cruisers during the pandemic.

Every morning offered an activity, and every evening we joined a social get-to-gether, so the weeks flew by in a social extravaganza unlike any we’d experienced. As yachts gather in Grenada every year for the hurricane season, the regularity of this influx of boats resulted in a solid cruising community and a variety of services and events. Far more than a collection of retired boats and sunburnt seamen, my preconceived notions of Grenada didn’t come close to the reality of the vibrant cruising network that existed on this popular island.

As we made new friends and reconnected with old ones, we really enjoyed the buzz that the tight community offered.

Pulling myself out of continuous activity took a concerted effort, but I eventually dragged the family off the beach and up the mountains.

After our trip into the interior, I developed a new passion for my time in Grenada: A short bus journey followed by a hike into the forest would lead us to one of Grenada’s many waterfalls. Unlike other tourist destinations where fees were handed over and you’d stand under falls next to groups of other tourists, we had the rivers for free and all to ourselves. Some of the trails were near the road, and we’d hop on and off a bus to walk the short distance to the falls. Others, such as Seven Sisters and the Concord Falls, required planning as it took a full day to hike in and out of the forest, clambering up steep banks and crisscrossing the river to wind through deep forest and get a view from the top.

Each part of the river that ran down from one of the six inland lakes had its own magic, and I was enthusiastic to see what each had to offer. Later I appreciated all that I’d experienced of Grenada’s inland beauty. As I paid $20 per person to stand in crowds under cascading water at Costa Rica’s most popular waterfalls, I couldn’t help but compare it to all that I’d seen in Grenada’s secluded, remote interior.

In additional to nature, we explored some of the historical roots of Grenada’s past. Grenada’s original economy was based on sugar cane and indigo, and with that, slaves were imported in the mid-17th century to work and harvest crops. We set out to search for some of the old plantation houses and slave pens that remained from that period, which took us on a wild tramp through the backstreets of quiet neighborhoods and into unmarked bush to find these lost relics.

It was quite the education for our children to see small, dank, windowless, stone slave quarters set behind grand old houses, a potent reminder of darker times in this beautiful and vibrant country. We also smelled and sampled some of Grenada’s current crops, nutmeg, mace and cocoa at the top of the list of exports, and enjoyed local culinary treats such as oil down, a vegetable stew that is the country’s national dish. Thanks to these excursions we can say that Grenada is, both figuratively and literally, full of sugar and spice.

Cruising often leaves you tied to the boat and, therefore, the sea. Grenada offered a wonderful period of enjoying the most of both land and sea in equal balance, so we were able to get the most of what the country has to offer. To see the beaches but not the forest, lakes and rivers offers only half the experience; likewise, to spend time inland but not explore the coast leaves only half an impression. As Grenada offers safe anchorage throughout the hurricane season, cruisers remain nearby for an extended period, sharing experiences and building friendships. This is unique for a community that is typically very transient, and it offers plenty of opportunity to create a home away from home atmosphere.

In addition, suitable yacht services are available, so that time spent waiting for the next season gives everyone a chance to get much needed repair work done. Far from being the end of the line, Grenada offers an interim rest stop where friendships are forged and yachts are restored on an island that offers a range of activities and opportunities both on and above the waterline.

Article and photos by Kia Koropp

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Estimated Mileage: 2 NM

Belle Isle is the largest city-owned island park in America, located on the Detroit River between the United States and Canada. The island’s only marina is the Detroit Yacht Club, which has a limited number of transient slips for reciprocal members, so it’s best to explore while keeping your boat at Milliken Marina. 

Roughly 1,000 acres, Belle Isle is home to an aquarium, maritime museum, botanical garden, beach, picnic areas and playgrounds that provide a plethora of options to explore. You won’t find great spots to grab a bite to eat, so we recommend stopping at Atwater Brewery on the way back to the marina.

Stop 2: Harrison Township, Lake St. Clair

Estimated Mileage: 24 NM

Often referred to as the Great Lake’s smaller cousin, Lake St. Clair is large enough to easily keep your distance from freighters yet small enough to explore in a day.

By boat, you can visit several of the lake’s swimming spots in Anchor and Bouvier Bays (or “Munchies” Bay as the locals say), popular for their clear water and hard bottoms. After an afternoon of swimming, cruise through the Clinton River and tie up at one of several restaurants catering to a lively boater scene for a drink and meal. Crews Inn is one of our favorites for their fun atmosphere and great food.

Lake St. Clair Metropark Marina is a popular spot for transients. The marina is located in the park, so after docking, enjoy the expansive park’s beaches, trails, picnic areas and swimming pool.

Stop 3: Port Huron, MI

Estimated Mileage: 44 NM

Port Huron is home to the start of one of the longest fresh-water races in the world called the Port Huron to Mackinac Sailing Race, and the port is a charming and boater-friendly destination.

Ideal for its central location and friendly members, Port Huron Yacht Club is a great place for tying up, sipping a drink at the clubhouse and avoiding the drawbridges on the Black River. Another popular spot is about a mile farther down the river at the 95-slip River Street Marina.

Port Huron is home to the Island Loop Route National Water Trail, a 10-mile loop through the Black River, Lake Huron and St. Clair River. Your dinghy is a must through the Black River and for exploring the town and clear waters by boat.

Walk a mile along the Blue Water River Walk that runs along the St. Clair River. Be sure to leave enough time to watch the freighters go by and delve into the area’s history that is shared along the route. Continue a couple of miles farther to Lighthouse Park, where you can enjoy an afternoon at the beach and swim in Lake Huron’s crystal clear water.

During a stroll downtown, check out the Knowlton’s Ice Museum of North America to discover the history of local ice harvesting that took place along the Great Lakes.

When you’ve done enough activities to work up an appetite, Casey’s is the place for delicious breadsticks and pizza. For a more upscale option, you can’t go wrong with anything on the menu at The Vintage Tavern. Maria’s Downtown Café offers a hearty breakfast, and Raven Café or Exquisite Corpse Coffee House are great options for a cup of coffee.

Kate Carney is a writer and Great Gold Looper who traveled 8,000 miles on Sweet Day, a 31-foot Camano trawler. Learn more about her and her husband’s adventures on lifeonsweetday.com

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