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Below are photos showing the progression of the hull repairs to the starboard side of Freedom due to Hurricane Irma:




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From the previous post one can see that finding affordable accommodations in South Florida or the Keys is a chore.  Once we finally bit the bullet on finding anything reasonable in the Lauderdale area, we started looking for a place further north.  Once out of Florida opportunities were to be had. 

Early on we found where we would eventually end up but hesitated to book it because we’d hoped to find something closer to Ft. Lauderdale.  Once Lauderdale played out to its bitter end we jumped on what the owners call simply The PropertyPlease check it out.  I won’t go into much detail on this place because the VRBO link does a much better job.  But what I will say is that we have been here since mid-January and just love it.  By the time we leave we will have been guests here for roughly two and a half months.  It’s been a delight.  In fact, we wish we’d gotten this place way back in December.

The property is owned by Bob and Eleanor Rawls.  One would be hard pressed to find a more congenial couple…they just define good folks.  The place has everything Chuck and I wanted.  It’s quiet and secluded yet is just a few miles from Brunswick, Georgia should something in the immediate area not have what we need.  Aside from all of the things listed from the above link, we particularly like the huge private lake and fishing (no fishing license required), wooded hiking trails, and the ability to just sit outside on the patio and barbeque in peace and quiet.  The Property has everything one might want in a home-away-from-home accommodation, bar none.  The only thing we furnish is our food.

Hardly a day goes by that we don’t speak or hear from either Eleanor or Bob, or both.  They both live on the property in their beautiful home a hundred yards or so away from the cabin.  Eleanor, now retired, was a lifelong dance instructor, while Bob initially worked as crew on a tugboat, before ending up as a building contractor along the way.  Both are extraordinarily interesting to talk with in a real and comfortable sort of way.  We are in love with them both.

I urge all of my friends and readers to consider staying here if the need arises for a place near the coast and Brunswick (Brunswick Landing Marina), during a hurricane, or just a weekend getaway to unwind.  I would recommend you do not book through VRBO.  Instead, call Eleanor at 912-617-7915 to make a reservation.  I assure you all these people will work with you any way they can so that your stay will be as enjoyable as can be.

Unfortunately, it appears that after more than two months of this luxury, our stay here will end on April 1st.   The boat is nearing the completion of its repairs.  In fact, early this morning Chuck headed out to Ft. Lauderdale to inspect the work and see what is left to be done…he will return later this evening, a very long drive and day, indeed.  We were told that the work would be completed by this Friday, March 9th…but they requested another week to March 16th…just in case.  Unbeknownst to the contractors, they actually have to April 1st.  But by first of April it must be 100% done, complete, totally, caput, absolutely nothing left…Chuck will find out today.  I’m looking forward to his report.


Port side…new hull color.



Starboard side…new caprail and rubrail replacing hurricane damaged area.


After arriving in Ft. Lauderdale, and before we found a motel, we went straight to Harbour Towne Marina to look at our boat.  It was on the hard and completely wrapped in plastic so the entire boat working area could be air conditioned for the workers.  Generally speaking we were pleased with what we saw.  The damaged caprail and rubrail had been removed, the repairs to the hull upon which they are attached had been repaired and faired, and the caprail that was not damaged was been stripped of varnish and was being sanded.  On the surface that doesn’t sound like much, but considering the damage to our starboard side it was considerable.

Over the next few days we met with the boat contractor, Starboard Yachts,  and made the necessary decisions for them to continue.  Though there were several items we wanted taken care of above and beyond what the insurance would cover, the two main things we decided were to recoat the topsides and to change the color of the hull.

Over the next few days we continued to go to the boat and visit with the workers to assure ourselves there was nothing we missed.  After a week or so, the boat particulars addressed, we once again faced the challenge of finding a more permanent place to live.

Our friend Larry McCart indicated that he and his wife, Carol Sue, were going to be in the Ft. Myers, Florida area for several weeks on a vacation of sorts.  We always enjoy being around those two and did everything in our power to try to find a condo/apartment/cottage for the time they would be there.  (Larry and Carol Sue aside, Ft. Myers is only a couple of hours from Lauderdale and staying there long term would allow us to be close enough to the boat that visiting it would be an easy day trip.) We actually even booked a cottage in the area.  But, in our haste to procure housing we didn’t perform the due diligence we should have.  We booked the cottage only to find out it was on one of the barrier islands and only accessible by water taxi.  Not only was the water taxi not free, there was also a daily charge to park our car on the mainland.  Additionally, the cottage was almost five hours away from Lauderdale.  Having booked the cottage via VRBO and the internet midafternoon of one day, by 0800 of the next we were trying to cancel the reservation.  We thought canceling the reservation would be easy; we had bought cancellation insurance after all.  But it turned out that the insurance was worthless (don’t get me started on that) and, in Florida, unlike many other states, once a reservation such as we had made is confirmed there is no cancellation; we would either have to stay there or eat the prepaid money we had put forth…unless the owners themselves would agree to let us back out of the agreement.  We managed to get in touch with the owners, however, and explained our situation in detail, indicating we simply did not read the fine print, and asked/begged/pleaded for them to allow us to cancel the reservation and get our money back.  The owners were wonderful about the situation and seemed to understand completely; they agreed to cancel the reservations at no charge and by the next day our funds showed back up in our bank account.  All was good.

However, we still had no housing…it was high season in Florida…and anything near to Lauderdale long term and available was insanely expensive.  After spending another couple of days in the motel looking, oddly, we seemed to have found a place in Naples, Florida, even closer to Lauderdale, also through VRBO, that appeared to be too good to be true.  After jumping through myriad hoops and once bitten, twice shy, we finally managed to get in touch with the owner by phone.  Almost immediately, and apologetically, she told us there was an application process.  The hang up, she told us, was that before she could rent us the place we’d have to pass muster with her home owner’s association.  She said she’d send us the forms so we could “start the process.”  All of this is taking place late at night…at around 0100 we got the paperwork.  We were blown away.  The home owner’s approval process required credit checks, background checks, personal references, addresses and phone numbers of places we’d lived in the past, and then a personal interview with them in Naples before they would allow this lady to rent her house to us…additionally, the place was in a gated community that had two full pages of rules that essentially limited us from doing much more than sleeping at night.  This place was beginning to be a real hassle, but the deal killer was that at a minimum it would take 10 working days before they would even give us a disposition, yes or no.

Full stop.  No!  There was no way we were going to go through all of that time and money for a maybe.  Well, you know what they say about too good to be true.

Having decided in the wee hours of the morning that the place above would simply not work for us, early the next morning we called the lady and told her we’d have to back out of the inquiry and why.  She said she got that kind of response a lot from potential renters.  It turned out she and her husband lived and worked in Ft. Lauderdale and had bought the place in Naples to retire to.  They thought they could rent their place out on VRBO to help pay for it, but after they bought it ran smack dab into the same homeowners association restrictions we had regarding the ability to rent it out.  She said it really wasn’t working out for them because most of her potential clients were somewhat spur of the moment and didn’t want to go through the same processes we didn’t want to go through.  She wished us luck and thoroughly understood.  We actually kind of felt sorry for her and her situation…but renting her place was simply ridiculously complex and time consuming.

As we were waiting for all of the above paperwork late in the previous night, though we hoped things would work out, we continued to look for other places.  And, actually, felt we’d never get anything close to Lauderdale that was affordable, instead having to go much further north and out of Florida.  We’d need a place for at least a month and probably longer.  The next best option was a place about thirty miles west of Brunswick, Georgia.  We made an inquiry with the owners and had indicated we’d let them know.  Early that next morning we both contacted the Naples landlord to tell them thanks but no thanks, and then immediately contacted the Georgia owners to tell them we’d take their place for a month.  We’d already checked out of Lauderdale and made all of these arrangement while on our way towards Waynesville, Georgia…roughly six hours from Ft. Lauderdale.  It was known simply as The Property.

Make no mistake, Maryland is beautiful in its own right.  Leaving Annapolis our next leg was to be Virginia Beach, Virginia via the eastern shore of Maryland.  Crossing the bridges to get out of Maryland on the way down to Virginia Beach it was amazing for us to see the bays and tributaries of the Chesapeake frozen…often, frozen solid.  One could only imagine how pretty it would be if not so cold and icy.  The area is mostly flat farm land.  Taking it slow, it took us the better part of the day to make it to Virginia Beach.

Leaving Maryland we crossed the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel just south of Cape Charles.  We arrived in Virginia Beach just before dark.  Once again, though one could see what might have been beauty in the warmer months (maybe) when we went were there it looked like a lower case frozen Miami in its heyday.  Actually, it was worse than that.  The streets were snow covered, pot holed, and hadn’t been snow plowed at all; to say it looked run down would be kind.  Virginia Beach had the general feel of sleaze to us.  Having no intention of staying we found the first motel that took pets and at daybreak the next morning left for the Outer Banks.

I really don’t know what I expected from the Outer Banks, but whatever it was I was disappointed.  There was really nothing to see, and most everything was closed for the winter.  We intended to drive all the way down them and then either spend the night in and around the Cape Hatteras light house or take a ferry back over to the mainland and spend the night there.  After hours of driving we came to realize that there was no place to stay on the Banks and we would arrive too late for the last ferry over.  At Rodanthe, we decided to turn around and drive back to Nag’s Head before heading west into North Carolina.

It was a very long day.  We finally held up in Rocky Mount, North Carolina which is worth of saying nothing about.  After breakfast the next day we continued south to Cocoa Beach, Florida.  That was another long day.

In Cocoa Beach we decided to take the time to tour the Kennedy Space Center .  The whole time we’d been in Clear Lake, though Chuck had been before, the two of us never toured the Johnson Space Center even though we lived maybe a couple of miles from it.  I’d been to Kennedy back in 1974 but figured it may have changed a bit since then, and as Chuck had never been, we decided to check it out.

It was a long day, and a long tour, but worth it.  It had changed quite a bit, but not necessarily for the better, if I remembered right.  Most of the actual space capsules and engines had been replaced with fiberglass replicas, though there was an actual Saturn Five and a real space shuttle on display.  There were other exhibits as well.  All in all, it was worth the trip.  We spent two nights in Cocoa Beach before making the trek back down to Ft. Lauderdale.  Cocoa Beach had one of the best restaurants I’ve ever eaten at…Fat Kahunas.

Driving to South Florida from, I guess, anywhere is a real drag.  It goes pretty good on the east coast I-95 route until one gets to around Palm Beach and then  everything seems to just go to hell.  The traffic backs up, urban sprawl and general commercial congestion seems to just cave in on one.  We hate the area.  And, Ft. Lauderdale is the worst of it.  Why anyone would ever want to go to Lauderdale intentionally is beyond us.  It’s like a pestilent sore in every way.  It seems to have no redeeming values.  Crime is rampant, the people not particularly friendly, and getting from one place to the next is a nightmare.  Nonetheless, shortly after noon on the day that we left Cocoa Beach, we were back there…again.  By the end of the day we’d visited the boat and were checked in to a Day’s Inn hotel…complete with two off duty cops to guard the place.  Ugggg.

Once again an early start as we left Elkins and moved east to Annapolis, Maryland.  Joe Deneault’s advice and assurance on the road conditions were right on the money and we had no problem getting over the mountains.  Eventually we left West Virginia behind and entered the foothills that are just west of Washington D.C.

Neither Chuck nor I had ever been to D.C.  Unfortunately, because of both time and the weather we were not going to be able to spend any time there.  Nonetheless, as we drove around it on the beltway it was somewhat awesome as different exits pointed out the general direction of some of our nation’s more famous landmarks.  But, unable to stop, we simply drove past them and, again, by mid-afternoon were checked into an extended stay hotel in Annapolis, Maryland.

And, once again, the weather turned to hell.  First cold, then snowy, and then colder.

We spent a full week in Annapolis but little of it was spent actually seeing the place.  It was just too damn cold to sight see.  We cooked breakfast in our room and watched TV for most of it.  We did find a great place to eat called Boatyard Bar and Grill rated #2 on Trip Advisor.  The food was wonderful and almost every day we had dinner at the place, if not a bit pricy.  I had to have their crabcakes (at $38) and did…a couple of times.  They lived up to the hype, believe me.

One could tell that Annapolis would be a cool place to hang out in the spring, summer, and fall.  But the bitter winter weather and our lack of clothes to accommodate it pretty much put a damper on our visit.  As well, it had more than a touristy feel about it.  One day, when the weather finally subsided to a mild arctic blast, we did get out and see the town though.  The harbor was frozen and even with the very slight (read that as moderate frost bite) warm up, it was miserable.

Also, at about this time, we recognized we were going to have to go back south.  It was over a month since we’d left Lauderdale and though we’d been kept abreast on the boat repair via telephone, emails, and photographs, it was becoming apparent that there were certain decision regarding the repair and refit that we could not make unless we actually set sight on our yacht first.  The time had come to slowly mosey our way back to Lauderdale.

After a week in Annapolis we shoved off south headed slowly back to South Florida.

One of the objectives to us cruising around on our yacht was to eventually find an area to retire.  With that in mind, once we got the boat squared away we headed north in our rental with no particular place in mind, our only constraint was that we had to check into our cabin in Elkins, West Virginia on December 20th.  We had eight days from the time we left Lauderdale to get there.

Leaving fairly early on the morning of December 13th with absolutely no plans whatsoever, we decided we’d check out St. Augustine, Florida first, it was on the way.  We weren’t impressed though we did spend a couple of nights there.

Next up, we decided to take the coast road and head to Beaufort, South Carolina.  It rocked us even less.  We didn’t even stop, instead we just drove on through it to Charleston, South Carolina.

Charleston we did like.  We’d been there before in 2012 while looking for a yacht to buy.  But, having seen all the sights in Charleston before, after three nights there we were anxious to continue on north.

Somewhere along this time we heard from our friend Joe Deneault.  We met Joe last winter in Bimini while he and another friend of ours, Rod Casto (he sailed on his boat to Cuba with us in 2016), were spending several months sailing all over the Bahamas.  Joe and his wife Betty live in Charleston, West Virginia (they keep their yacht in Brunswick, Georgia).  When Joe learned we were headed to Elkins he invited Chuck and I to spend the night with them in Charleston on our way up.  Having our cats with us and all we declined the overnight accommodations but very much accepted their invitation to take us out for dinner and show us his town.  It was a slight detour but not by much and we looked forward to it.  With that in mind, we left Charleston.

Our next stop ended up being Jonesville, North Carolina.  Jonesville is located in beautiful country but there really wasn’t much else to see.  We were only there overnight and the stop was punctuated by our kitten, Spookie, getting outside, precipitating a seven hour ordeal to find and catch her that ran until 0530.  As our good friend Larry McCart said, “Spookie can take years off of your life.”  Larry had to deal with Spook last winter when she disappeared on the boat while he was looking out for her.

Charleston and the Deneault’s was the next leg.  Jonesville, North Carolina is just south of the West Virginia state line.  Very pretty country, but it couldn’t compare with West Virginia.  Chuck and I both have traveled all over the US.  There are many very beautiful areas of America.  West Virginia has to be at the top of the list.  It is simply gorgeous.

It was a fairly quick trip up to Charleston, WV.  By mid-afternoon we were checked into a nice motel.  We gave Joe a call and arranged for them to pick us up for dinner.  Right on time they arrived, and after them driving us all over the town on a first class tour of the town and Christmas lights we had a delicious meal at one of their favorite restaurants.  We’d never met Betty before but she was a joy to be around, just like Joe.  It was a great night; we hated to see the evening end.

The next day was our check-in day at Elkins.  We had a two bedroom cabin rented at a place called Revelles River Resort .  Revelles is nine or so miles just outside of Elkins up in the West Virginia mountains, on the very clear water of the Cheat River.  When we drove up we were slightly disappointed as the entire place initially had the feel of a huge fifth wheel trailer park.  But after we checked in and moved into the cabin we loved the place.  Indeed there were many fifth wheel trailers but most were permanent camps of people who parked their trailers there year round to enjoy the area in the spring, summer, and fall.  As it turned out there were only two other families there besides us.

Our cabin was somewhat typical of vacation cabins one might find in the mountains anywhere.  It was fully equipped with cable TV, wifi, complete kitchen, hot tub, etc.  We liked it.  But there was only one issue: outside, it was freezing cold.  Over the next two weeks we cooked, watched the NFL playoffs and relaxed.  On the second night there the temperature plunged to the low teens…and then just kept dropping.  For the second week the temp seldom climbed above 10 degrees in the daytime, hovering around zero or slightly below at night.  Considering we had no winter clothes to speak of, going outside was an exercise in futility most of the time.  The second or third day it snowed and for virtually every day after that it continued to snow at least some.  It was most beautiful, but extremely cold.  As it turned out, that was the extreme cold weather of late December that caused extremely cold weather, ice, and snow all the way down to northern Florida.

We enjoyed the snow as much as anyone but simply were not equipped for it.  As our departure date loomed ahead we began to worry a bit if we would even be able to get out of the mountains with the icy roads and all.  Joe had worked as an engineer with the West Virginia highway department before retiring.  We decided to call him up and ask him what to expect of the roads considering the current and predicted weather that was to come.  After checking his sources he assured us that our anticipated route should be good to go.  He was right, and we had no problem negotiating the two lane roads that led us first deeper up into, and then out of, the mountains as we shoved off for our next stop…Annapolis, Maryland.

Well, it’s been a long time since we last posted here.  No excuse, it’s just there’s been a lot going on.  Will once again try to catch up on things with a series of abbreviated posts.

In early December of 2017 we brought the boat back to Ft. Lauderdale to have the damage from Hurricane Irma repaired.  The insurance claim had been approved and the repair contractor was lined up and waiting on us.  Soliciting the help of our good friend Fernando Barta in Key West, we sat out for the overnight sail back up to Lauderdale, leaving around 0600.  Right around dawn of the next day we approached the Port Everglades entrance channel.  By 0800 we were tied to the fuel dock of Harbour Towne Marina…shortly after we moved the boat to the contractor’s slip.  A bit later, Fernando flew back to Key West.

During the week, we met with both the repair contractor and our insurance adjuster to square up the particulars of having the fairly sever damage to our yacht repaired.  Everything was a go.  We now had to find a place to stay for the next forty five to sixty days while the work was to be done.

All along the plan was for us to get our yacht into the hands of the contractor and then split from Lauderdale and allow them to get the work done.  Chuck and I are both fairly particular when it comes to work being done on anything, with our yacht we can be downright anal.  Neither of us had any desire to hang around Lauderdale nitpicking the repair daily.  Ever since the hurricane all we wanted to do was turn it over to the repair contractor and leave, only returning when all of the work was completed.  We decided we’d go north for a while.  We just had to find a place north to go to.

It was just a week or two before Christmas and neither of us was too optimistic as to what we’d be able to find on such short notice.  Nonetheless we persevered, with the intent being to find a cabin/apartment/home somewhere and then travel from there to various outlying places.

After a bit of legwork, we found a cabin in Elkins, West Virginia that was affordable.  It was in the mountains, snow was predicted, nice cool weather and close to other areas north we’d hope to visit.  We made the reservation through the New Year and looked forward to the holidays, football, and lots of home cooked meals. 

On December the 13th we locked the boat, loaded up the kittens, and headed out.