Selfie of the Crew |
Filming the dolphins on the bow wave! |
Storm rolling in |
The anchorage, which was off Blackbeard Island, was nice. Once the rain stopped, we tried out our brand new dinghy and took the dog for a walk. Brice and Tori found lots of shells and horseshoe crab shells. There is a long beach that we had all to ourselves.
By the next morning, the weather had once again cleared and we were ready to resume our trip.
The storm heads off in the background |
About 4 hours into the day, the engine suddenly stopped! Reminiscent of our breakdown in St. Augustine, it sounded like I had run out of fuel. So we dropped anchor and I jumped down in the engine room and switched fuel tanks. I re-primed the engine and started it back up. After pulling up the anchor, we were off again. For an hour. Then the engine died again! This time I could not get the engine to re-start, so we called for a tow. With the engine failure, our second night on the hook was scrubbed as we were towed two hours into Brunswick Landing Marina for repairs.
First ride in the new dinghy |
Our friends, Jim and Ann, on Wild Goose were still in port and met us at the dock. Since we arrived late, repairs were put off until the next morning.
Not to leave the kids bored, Jim told us of a discarded dinghy with a slow leak. We pumped it up and he supplied some oars. The kids spent the rest of the evening exploring the basin and nearby beach.
Learning to raise the anchor |
After Jim and I spent a good part of the day replacing filters and troubleshooting the fuel problem, we discovered the problem was me! Or at least my lack of information about Elixir's systems.
It turns out that I had simply run out of fuel! I had been led to believe that I had a 300 gallon capacity when in fact I only have 150 gallons. Combine that with an equalization line I was unaware of and when I thought I was only running off one tank, I was actually draining both. Since I was only filling one tank at a time, after awhile I was basically running with about 75 gallons when I thought I had 300.
TowBoat US to the rescue! |
So I ran out of fuel! After some quick calculations, we decided this was also the cause of our breakdown in St. Augustine during our trip to Captiva Island.
This also answered some other mysteries like why could we not balance out our starboard list caused by the spare batteries by running off the tank on that side and why did they only install a fuel sending unit on one tank. Now it all made sense.
Row, row, row, the dinghy |
Meanwhile, Marie took the kids to visit some of the stores nearby and a walk around downtown Brunswick. While taking refuge from the heat in the shade of a church, they got invited in for cold drinks by the pastor.
Once we discovered I was in need of fuel, Jim ran me up to the gas station twice to fill up a 5 gallon can with fuel. That gave me 10 gallons to get to a fuel dock and fill up.
Tribute to WWII veterans |
That night, Jim and Ann joined us at Fox's Pizza to celebrate the ability of Elixir to get back underway! Fox's Pizza is a favorite of ours when we visit Brunswick. It is within walking distance of the marina and you can build the pizza your way!
After a good nights sleep with bellies full of pizza, and with 10 gallons of diesel fuel in Elixir's belly, we set off for Cumberland Island, back on schedule. We waited until 9a.m. to leave so that we could fill up at the nearby commercial fuel dock. With the equalization valve in the closed position, we filled both tanks and took on 150 gallons, thereby confirming Jim's calculation that my tanks were 75 gallons each instead of the 150 gallons I had believed.
Brice and Ron working on transmission |
With full tanks we were off again for our adventure on Cumberland Island. But it was not to be. Just moments after departing the fuel dock, forward momentum died. The engine was still running but we were not going anywhere! I tried shifting into both forward and reverse, but nothing happened. We were adrift in a commercial shipping channel.
I jumped down into the engine room (this was becoming a bad habit) and tried to shift the transmission by hand, but still no power to the propeller shaft.
Brice cooks the blue crabs he caught |
Once again, we called for a tow boat. And of course, it was the same tow boat captain that had pulled us in just two days earlier!
Back at the dock, Jim again came to the rescue and began helping me troubleshoot the transmission problem.
Luckily he had all the right tools on Wild Goose, including a hoist to help remove the transmission from the engine. Once we removed it, we discovered the damper plate was shattered.
Taking a break in the forward berth |
With two days of having to sit in the marina on their hands, the kids jumped into finding ways to have fun. They discovered the fun of geocaching. They went fishing and crabbing. They investigated the town. Both of them took the cancelled trip to Cumberland Island in stride and decided to not let it spoil the vacation! We were proud of them!
Hanging out on Solemar |
Steve and Benita opened up their boat, Solemar, for the kids to enjoy a 4th of July dinner and watch the fireworks!
How many Defever Owners to fix a light bulb? |
When Hurricane Arthur formed off the coast and sent high winds our way, we realized the cancelled trip to Cumberland was a good thing!
In all, there were six Defever style boats there, but two of the owners were absent. Five were on our dock, Wild Goose, Solemar, Y-Knot, Rickshaw, and Elixir.
Bombs bursting in air! |
Our son, Josh, and his wife, Melody, unexpectedly showed up for the the celebration. It was great to have them there!
When night fell on the 4th, we were all treated to a wonderful display of fireworks! We were so close that we could watch the workers lighting the fireworks! The whole city came down to the marina to watch, but we had the front row seat!
The fireworks display lasted a long time and both Brice and Tori said it was the best they had ever seen!
Brice takes a shift at the helm |
The next morning we were up before dawn, but ended up getting a late start. We pulled out just before 8a.m. and headed north to Savannah.
Most of the day went fine, but in the afternoon, a thunderstorm began to chase us. We kept going and it seemed we would stay ahead of it when about 6p.m., another one appeared in front of us.
The crew is tuckered out! |
We could wait no longer as we had to get through Hell's Gate and across the sandbar into our marina and the tide was falling fast. We crossed both with nothing more than the stress of watching the depth gauge showing less than a foot beneath us.
Finally, about 9p.m., we pulled effortlessly into our slip and tied up. The lines would have to wait until the next morning to be dressed, as dark had fallen and we could not see them well enough to work them. The trip was over and although nothing went according to plan, we all had a good time!
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