Well, here we are, sitting in front of a private dock in Ft. Lauderdale. 2012 is just a few days away. The house has been rebuilt and is again for rent. We know we will leave here on the first wx window after 1 January. Just where we will go is a bit more sketchy. We know we will go through the Bahamas on the way to the Panama Canal. After the canal, we will probably go to Hawaii, but that could change to a trip up the west coast. Either way, the plan is to be home in Anacortes, WA sometime in August, give or take a month.
So what has happened? Good question, long answer.
The house is beautiful. BT& D did a great job with the rebuild. In budget and close to on time. I even have a friend who is considering renting our house while he rebuilds his from a fire that has not yet started! (This is a joke!) We can not say enough about USAA insurance. They treated us promptly, fairly, generously. We have a new home with some improvements for a few thousand $$. Now to get it rented!!

Returning from Anacortes to Antigua, we took the first good weather to sail up to St. Bart's for a look around and a Cheeseburger in Paradise. Finding the anchorage a little rolly, we didn't stay long, but continued on to St. Martin, where we did some boat maintenance and had a fun visit from some retired NWA friends who were there for a day on a Caribbean cruise .
From St. Martin, we went to the heart of that Paradise called the Virgin Islands. We made stops at Tortola, St. Johns, Norman Is, Peter Is, Jost Van Dyke, and St. Thomas. We went to Foxy’s, hiked on St. Johns, listened to Eric Stone, swam, and enjoyed the mostly fine weather.
Sometime after leaving St.Thomas for the Spanish Virgins we lost our dingy. We turned around and searched for it for an hour or so, but it was gone. I felt bad, we’d had that dingy ever since we left, and it was like losing an old friend. But Puerto Rico was close by, they even have a West Marine, so we felt sure we could replace it. We did, but I do not like it as much as the old one. The Spanish Virgins were very nice. Much less “touristy” then the Virgins. A week or so there, then we headed for Puerto Rico. Puerto Rico is well worth a visit. The old city is beautiful, and the national park is spectacular.
Leaving Puerto Rico, we bypassed the Turks and Caico’s as too shallow for WINGS, and continued on to Conception Is., the first in the Bahama Group.
From there it was on to Georgetown, Staniel Cay, and up through Nassau to Freeport, where we visited Frank and Barbara, who oversaw the building of WINGS in Taiwan.
Thunderball Cave, Staniel Cay WINGS at rest, Freeport
From Freeport we edged out into the Gulf stream and rode the current all the way to Charleston, SC for a look around. Then we made several stops while rounding Cape Hatteras. Arriving at Annapolis, we started several major projects . We needed a new mainsail, the generator was replaced, and our old refrigeration went to the junk pile. The $$’s were flying! While all this was happening, we returned to Anacortes to check on the house rebuild. I came back to the boat earlier then Deb to monitor the boat progress. Deb had the bigger job. I had the hot muggy one. When all was completed on the boat, we mostly powered north through the Chesapeake Bay and Delaware Canal to Cape May where Deb’s parents paid us a visit. Then, with stops at Woods Hole and Provincetown, we headed to our summer destination – Maine.
Once in Maine, we slowed down to enjoy the local sights. We dodged many, many, Lobster Pots. Ate a few lobsters as well. Visited several interesting museums, endured the fog, and generally relaxed, at least until hurricane Irene appeared on the scene. For that event, we found a nearly landlocked bay, put down 2 anchors, removed the Genoa and generally got ready for the blow.When it finally came, it turned out to be a non event, with winds less then 30 kts where we were. Then, it was time once again for Deb to return to Anacortes to see to the house. While she was doing that, two friends of mine from Anacortes, Dick and John, relieved her. Deb is fond of reminding me that it took two men to replace her help with the boat. Now an all male crew without adult supervision, we headed south with stops at Portsmouth, Gloucester, and Salem to meet Deb a week later in Boston. We had a great time together,and laughed all the way, even in spite of a serious infection that Dick had developed. There were several theories about the source of the infection, including my cooking.
With Deb back on board, we went back down the Cape Cod canal, this time staying in the Long Island sound. In Newport we experienced our strongest winds of the summer, about 35 knots. Even Irene was not that strong. The boat second in line in front of us dragged down on the boat first in front of us at about midnight. Not wanting to become involved in this, we hauled in our anchor and got out of there, re-anchoring a short distance away. Then, not trusting our newly deployed anchor, we spent an uneasy night. The morning arrived clear and calm though, and we made our way towards New York, with several more stops.

Arriving in New York was quite a thrill! We motored down the East river, with a detour down the east side of Roosevelt Island. As luck would have it, Obama was due to speak at the World Trade Center, and we were a security threat. We didn’t see the skyline as close as we would have liked, but still, it was spectacular. We dropped anchor near the Statue Of Liberty and close to Ellis Island. We toured both, but left New York for another time, having been there lots of times.
On down the coast we went, with stops to see Deb’s parents and an unexpected stop in Charleston to do a new coat of bottom paint. That was due to a problem with the Interlux 77 we had applied in Barcelona that had an unacceptable amount of growth. Interlux paid most of the yard bill, we did the labor. We thought it more then a fair trade. With the exception of a long stop in Baltimore, and a long weekend in Annapolis for the boat show, we stayed on the move to Ft Lauderdale, where we now sit. We returned home for the final details of the house, then came back here for Christmas, traveling to Naples to be with friends and family.
From the boat in Baltimore
When I was flying P2V’s with VO-67 in Vietnam (VO-67.org) one of our planes was shot down. The plane commander,Cmdr. Millius, died trying to save one of the other crewmembers. For his heroic actions, a destroyer was (is) named after him. The USS Millius; DDG 69. While passing close to Jacksonville, we heard “warship69” on the VHF radio close by. I called the bridge and identified myself as a VO-67 member who knew Cmdr. Millius. A short time later he called me back and asked for permission to turn close by. I was thrilled, of course, and asked him to come as close as he dared, so I could take pictures of him with WINGS. I would have liked him to come within 20 ft, he didn’t, but did come close enough to get some photos. See below!
We will be in Ft Lauderdale for several more days. It looks like Monday, the first day we could leave will be too windy to do so. We have the Gulf Stream to cross, so we can not fool around with weather! We will be back to doing updates on our position as before.
Hope you had a very Merry Christmas, and will have a wonderful New Year.
Cheers! Terry & Deb