Heading out and hung upLindsay McRory April 5, 1996
Hail and thunderstorms delayed our departure yet another day. After 93
days in Titusville, what's another day? We were all surprised to see
hail--large hail at that--here in Florida.
The day of departing Titusville, we woke to overcast skies and 25-mph
winds. It was the first day of a cold front moving in from the north. As
we left the dock, we broke one of our golden rules--always wait for the
weather.
After a rusty departure effort, Denise commented that the reverse
position on the transmission control felt a little different. It had been
three months since the last time we used it. It might be a little sticky.
Nothing a little gear grease won't cure.
The ride from Titusville to Dragon Point (near Melbourne) went quickly
with all the wind behind us. Hakuna Matata charged along at eight
and nine knots, perfectly happy with the conditions.
After we rounded Dragon Point the wind picked up and was now on our
nose. We headed up the Banana River looking for a sheltered place to drop
the hook. It was time to try out Mr. Ugly, the MAX-20 anchor we recently
added to our ground tackle.
We found a spot and down he went, in 20 feet of water. This is a little
ironic because it is almost impossible to find 20 feet of water on the
entire Intercoastal Waterway. After the anchor was down for a few seconds
the boat started jumping around like a scared horse trying to pull away
from a bridle. One second we were sailing over the anchor, then it would
grab, the boat would flip around and sail off in another direction. We
were all over the river, back and forth, jerking around. The sails were
down, and the boat was in neutral. This went one for only a minute or so,
but it seemed longer. Good thing there were no other boats close by.
Denise killed the engine and we drifted back onto the hook. Suddenly it
seemed like the boat was hit with a tranquilizer dart. I had never in my
life seen, much less performed, such a dismal display of anchoring
technique. It was windy, which should have made things easier. There may
have been a contrary current flowing through the river, but that would not
have had such an impact. I dismissed the incident as not paying enough
attention to our boat speed when the hook was dropped.
Up early the next morning, I started the engine and then went to the
bow to remove the snub line. We were sailing over the anchor and across
the river again. Back to the cockpit I killed the engine, and again we
rested easy back on the anchor. After a quick inspection I found the
transmission linkage had lost a cotter pin, so we never had a neutral or a
reverse gear.
Now everything made more sense. Yesterday, with a lot of wind on our
nose, in forward gear at idle speed, we were falling back just a bit,
making us think we were in neutral. But as soon as the wind got to one
side of the boat, off we would charge until the anchor caught and changed
our direction. Nothing we want to repeat again.
Fixing the linkage was easy. Charts and binos to the cockpit, raise Mr.
Ugly, and we're off. Hmmmm. Mr. Ugly didn't want to come up. It took only
a few attempts to power the anchor out before I realized it was really,
really stuck. Any more powering could result in serious damage to the
boat. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that our little
dance around the river was enough to wrap the chain around virtually
anything.
Stuck anchors can be a real problem. Most books and magazine articles
on anchoring offer many tips and tricks to apply more force in an effort
to retrieve a stuck anchor. Grapnel hooks and trip lines can also be used
to aid retrieval. I haven't read anything that addressed this problem,
where so much pressure has been applied to the chain rode that it won't
budge. Ripping large chucks out of the deck--usually with a windlass or
sampson post still attached--is the most common outcome of a power
struggle with the bottom. The breaking load for 3/8 BBB chain is 11,000
pounds. A lot would break on the boat before the chain broke.
The local diver was a man named J.J. who lived on his trimaran in the
Banana River. He was out for the day but would be back in the morning. We
set a second anchor, just in case we somehow unspun ourselves by accident.
After dinner a delta rocket carrying a communications satellite took off
from the air base at Cape Canaveral, followed by a lunar eclipse.
J.J. arrived at 9 a.m. and followed the anchor rode down through a
twisty path of rock ledges and other debris lying on the bottom. He
confirmed our suspicion that nothing could have been done from above to
free the tangled mess. The chain rode was wrapped around two different
rock ledges and a piece of cement. Thirty minutes and $35 later we were on
the road again. |