A calm start to the day provided no
forewarning of what was to come. A last water and fuel fill-up and pumpout at
the dock, and a quick fix of our temperature gauge by our wonderful mechanic,
Steve, and we were off.
Three hours winding our way down the tricky
ICW took us to the most narrow part we’ve seen so far. My captain, at the helm
says, “sheesh it’s really shallow”, and immediately after – thump – we’re
aground! The pic of the sandbar we landed on is below, with a bird perched on it. It was below the water line when we hit it.
This was puzzling, since we were well
within the marks provided – but there we were, not moving. Jeff tried to
reverse off the sand bar (the recommended approach), and then we heard a
resounding “crunch” – not good! The next thing that happened was Jeff
announced, “we have no steering” – really not good.
So Towboat US to the rescue again, but this
time not so successfully. Captain John tried his best to tow us with what we discovered
was a broken rudder – but he couldn’t make any headway against the howling wind
(on our nose, of course!).
So he took us to a near-by wider area,
where we are now anchored for the night. With the advice of Steve (the
mechanic), Jeff is working on straightening the rudder so we can be towed
tomorrow to Daytona Beach (hopefully) – where we’ll attempt to have the rudder
repaired. The good news is that we have insurance that will cover this repair,
and a not bad deductible if we can make the case that this is a navigational
issue (which it was).
Much more excitement than we needed – I
wonder when we get to have a holiday …
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