Sailing & Other Adventures

Month: September 2020

From the ocean, to the (v)alley

By Fi

For any of our international readers, or anyone confused by my title, its a John Farnham lyric, except the actual lyric is “from the ocean, to the alley”. Aaaaaand, now that song is stuck in my head, so it should be in yours too – listen to the legend here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZIbpexA4g8

Once we got to Mackay, we managed to fix the issue with the hot water tank quite quickly. I’m sure you remember from last time we thought we were sinking as the fresh water spilled from the engine bay out over the floor while we were 70kms away from land. But it was an easy fix, just putting the hose back on and ensuring it was secure. We took the opportunity to check all the other hoses as well.

Unfortunately, the prediction of the wind picking up was absolutely true and we looked at the forecast, and we were in for days and days and days of strong winds – The image here is of our wind prediction system – red isn’t great. Too strong for our little boat (and many others) to venture out of the relative comfort of the marina. So to exploring it was!

Mackay is a mix of industry (coal and sugar) and a little bit of tourism given its proximity to the Whitsundays. We elected to get a car and check out the local area. We headed south, hilarious given how we always want to go north at the moment. We ended up in Sarina, and saw the “Big Cane Toad”, and the immense amount of sugar cane growing and sugar production that happens in this area. After wandering around some little shops selling local goods, we were keen to check out the Sarina Beach and have some lunch. Happened upon this lovely motel at the beach (which is almost the only thing there other than houses) which had some excellent food! I had the crab linguine which I am still thinking about and Adrian had the chicken parmi, washed down with a Great Northern (beer). Sunny but windy, we took the dog for a bit of a run on the beach, and then headed to our next stop.

Cane and coal seems to define this area. Industry is everywhere. Next to the marina is the massive dock where large tanker ships come in which we had to navigate when we entered the marina, and further down the coast is the biggest coal loader in the southern hemisphere. We were keen to check it out, as we had picked out way through over 20 tanker ships anchored off this coal loader as we came in. Very intimidating to sail around these huge things in our tiny, comparatively slow boat!

Nothing prepared me for the size of this coal loader. It was utterly massive, 3.8kms long is the northern pier, and the southern a measily 1.5. The ships we passed were anchored off the blue coast, and the black coal was in piles below us with automated fresh water spraying systems to stop the coal dust coating Mackay and surrounds. The trains that bring in the coal from over a dozen mines are 2km long and weave their way slowly into the drop off points. Huge. You can see why this industry is so powerful. It feeds and houses thousands and thousands of Australians, creates side industries in towns, such as leisure activities for the mining families, and enables Australia to be a well off country. Its just so terrible the impact is has on our environment. A very conflicting day, and I do wish for more renewables and a path to get that industry as busy for people as the coal industry. I don’t think we should be pumping this stuff into the atmosphere.

Enough of that. We wanted to see the rainforest! When we got back to the boat, we organised a trip inland and up the hill and left a couple of days later.

Bernie was to have a little holiday, so we dropped him off with a lovely couple who run a kennel in the local area, and we headed to the Eungella National Park, and more specifically Finch Hatton Gorge with our swimmers and sandwiches packed – oh and raincoats, huge first aid kit, EPIRB, hiking books and water. As we entered the park, I saw a teenager preparing to tackle the track in high heels, so I couldn’t help but feel we were overprepared. Oh well…

After a few kilometers of stunning scenery, cascades, butterflies and – SNAKE! I didn’t shout this… Instead I said to Adrian “DON’T… STOP” – to which he thought I meant for him to walk past me. I grabbed him and pulled him up before he could tread on the black snake sunning itself on the wooden walkway in front of us. “Sorry,” I said, “there’s a snake”. We’d learned that if you stomp your feet, snakes tend to want to get out of your way. “They’re more scared of you than you are of them”, I hear a multitude of old mates saying in my head. But no, this little guy was bold as brass and wouldn’t move no matter how much stomping we did. It ended up taking 6 adults and 15 minutes before it decided it should move along. I researched later and discovered it was a blue bellied black snake, and yes, poisonous.

Continuing uphill, we reached the “Wheel of Fire” swimming hole and jumped in to the FREEZING water. Its very cold, but so refreshing! There was a waterfall feedigng the swimming hole from further up the hills, and the water was so clear you could see the big boulders and rocks on the bottom. I couldn’t stay in too long as the water really was very cold, plus lunch. Sandwiches eaten, and a sense of tingly relaxation from the cold water, meant we were ready to head back down and on to our accommodation. On the way we stopped at yet another swimming hole and at this point were already cold so jumped in here as well. Here is Adrian enjoying the sensation.

Later that day we arrived at our accommodation, had some hot showers and a great sleep! Still and quiet.

The next day we were keen to explore more of the national park and the helpful team we were staying with had some good walking maps so we were off again with sandwiches and the whole “preparedness” kit in tow. Crossing the first bridge, we spotted a platypus! Very exciting for me as its my first in the wild. After a small crowd of other excited onlookers from the camping ground closeby gathered around us, we thought, “lets go” and got walking. We walked through the rainforest admiring the river and its clear cascading falls, tortises, monitor lizards and fortunately, no more snakes that we could see. At the halfway point (about 10kms), we had a quick bite, and headed back along the track aiming for a stunning cascades we’d spotted in the hope of another refreshing swim – and it was refreshing! I got my own private little freshwater spa, and Adrian floated in the pool below. Delicious!!

Back at our accommodation, we did a quick leech and tick check – PHEW none! So we enjoyed dinner from the restaurant (takeaway – COVID…) and another hot shower and sleep.

The next day we checked out and headed back down towards the marina, picked up little Bernie who was so happy to see us he ran right past us, did some provisioning and packed and cleaned the boat. We were planning to head out the next day as the winds had dropped quite a lot to a point where we were happy the sea state and the winds would drive us further north. We are planning to head to Brampton Island where we will officially be in the Whitsunday’s and then over the coming days and weeks, further north into the islands! Bye marina!

Oh s**t, we’re sinking!

By Adrian

Fi appears from below and announces that a large amount of water is gushing out of the engine bay!

After leaving Middle Percy Island just before dawn we were motoring north in fine conditions waiting for the wind to fill in. We had some breakfast and Fi was resting down below. I kept watch as Sphinx Islet passed to port and slid into the distance. It was going to be a long trip North today to find a sheltered anchorage and I was settling in to a relaxing day, when Fi made her disturbing discovery.

The first rule of boating is to keep the water on the outside and a quick peek downstairs quickly confirmed that indeed there was a worrying large amount of water sloshing around inside. Being 70km off the coast and not a boat in sight, I verified the life raft was in place, the Laphroaig wasn’t empty and made a mental note to remember Bernie’s dog shoes… nothing worse than two sinkings in one day as sharp panicked claws don’t mix with inflatable life rafts.

Our checklist for ‘What happens when you are far out to sea and the boat is filling with water’ was still on the ‘To-do’ pile, but it seemed like a great opportunity to start work on one. Engine off was a good first step in case it was pumping water in through its cooling systems, headsail up to stabilise the boat in the rolly conditions, bilge pump going, grab bag at the ready.

Fi opened the engine bay and the water spilled out all over the floor of the boat. Both of us were going over what through holes were in the engine bay: was it the cockpit drains spewing water in, or was it the outlet for the exhaust? The engine was off so it couldn’t be pumping the water in – so what was it?? To get to the drains exhaust we would have to clear out the heavy boxes in the back berth quickly and do some extremely quick repairs.

By now Fi was drinking the bilge water, which seemed slightly inefficient. Wouldn’t it be quicker to use a bucket? Looking rather pleased with herself, Fi announces that the water is fresh water, and, as there is not much of that on the outside of the boat, it must be an internal leak. Whilst this was welcome news as I was struggling to recall if Bernie’s shoes were in the dog bag or the hard-to-reach saloon locker, it did mean that we were rapidly pumping our limited fresh water supply overboard.

Further examination with the torch reveals a hose has come adrift from the hot water heater at the back of the engine bay and the pressure activated water pump had indeed pumped all our remaining fresh water into the bilge. It was about then, that I recalled the evening before cleverly emptying our additional fresh water storage containers into the main tank in case we found a friendly yacht with a water maker who could refill them.

With the immediate crisis over, we convene the yachts planning committee for a post incident review: we’re not sinking, the engine is functional and we have 5L of fresh water in our emergency supplies. Our plan to island hop for a week to the Whitsunday’s is no longer an option unless we bathe in champagne and wash up with beer. We reluctantly change course and head for Mackay marina where we are safely sitting out the blow, repairing the boat and writing checklists.

Run to paradise

By Fi

After a few days hiding from the wind in Rosslyn Bay, we made the short trip back to Great Keppel. As we were sailing the final 30 minutes towards the anchorage our friends on their large new motor boat rounded the point and had dropped their anchor before we even got our sails down (they left about an hour and a half after us – such a fast boat). We were back to the blue! Quick setup of the dingy and we were having fun runs on the beach with the dog, and a fantastic bush walk.

The bush walk is dedicated to a marine who lost his life at only 23 years of age in Afghanistan. It is maintained by his family and friends, and we followed the path up the hill enjoying beautiful vistas, seeing echidnas, lizards and snakes. Rounding the side of the hill, we were amazed to enter a grove filled with thousands of blue butterflies. It was like being in a dream with these beautiful creatures flying all around us. They are hard to photograph but I did manage this little pic (bottom left).

Once we reached the top, we could see over to the other side of the island, and made our way back towards the anchorage, ending up completing a loop up one side of the hill then down and across past another beach to the north of our anchorage. It was about here we saw a goat.

We were just as surprised as it was! It just stopped still and stared at us as we passed. Happily the dog didn’t notice (he was, of course, on lead).

After such a nice afternoon, we quickly caught up with our friends who invited us out for a day on their motorboat the next day. “YES!” we said!!!

The next day we were picked up and ferried over to our friends Riveria 505. Dingy stowed, engines on and we were off doing 25 knots for a loop around the island. This boat is so powerful and the wake was absolutely massive! I waved goodbye to little Addictive as we rounded the corner of the bay.

A very short while later, we pulled into the anchorage on the southern side of Keppel, at a small island called “Humpy Island”. Here we had some lunch, and decided to pop out in the dingy and go for some snorkelling. Bernie was a good boy and stayed put in the dingy waiting patiently for us to finish. The fish were abundant and colourful and the water was cool but fine. We stayed in the shallows as there had been multiple sightings of a bull shark and none of us wanted to tempt fate, although given it was the middle of the day on a bright sunny day, I’m sure there would have been no issue with a shark confusing us for big fish or seals.

After a lovely hot shower on the transom, we headed off back to the anchorage and our little Addictive (here you can see Addictive in the middle). We hosted our friends for some sundowners and roast coconut, and planned the next days travel. We were wanting to catch some wind north to get to a sheltered anchorage at the start of the Whitsundays, as some pretty strong winds were due to hit in about 5 days.

The next day we were up early to pack up and turn our little house back into a sailing boat. We upped anchor and headed out of the anchorage at Keppel, first stop Island Head Creek. After around 8 hours of motor sailing (we had no luck finding the forecasted wind), we arrived at the creek head just after low tide. We soon discovered that this was likely the worst time to be entering the creek as the tide and swell and wind were all competing as to which could throw us around more. Once we realised how rough it was, we were already committed to entering the creek and had to push through. We know that in these types of situations, turning around is more dangerous than committing to entering. It was like being in a washing machine. However as with most things like this, the boat handled it okay, and the excitement passed. We navigated slowly through the sometimes very shallow creek to get to the anchorage. Dinner and bed! We were to be off again early the next day.

After coffees the next morning, we upped anchor again. I hope we get to come back to this cool creek as there is supposedly good fishing and crabbing, but “north” was calling in this instance. We headed out the much calmer heads (high tide this time), and turned north tracking towards “The Dukes”. The Dukes are another little group of islands that are supposedly gorgeous, however we didn’t make it there…

Again, the wind didn’t fill in as forecast, so we were motor sailing north. We noticed that the seas were picking up and picking up and we remembered that a lot of our new sailing friends had said to us “watch out for the tides after Great Keppel and up to the Dukes” – oh… Apparently we had discovered the infamous tidal area off the coast of Shoalwater Bay, and we (of course) had picked the perfect moment for wind against tide. So for 3 hours we battled through some really bumpy and rolly conditions, all the while realising that the tide was pushing us away from our destination and out to sea.

We’ve learned throughout this journey not to be too hung up on plans. They can change very quickly and in this instance, I grabbed the cruising guides and looked for an alternative place for us to spend the night given we were not going to make it to the Dukes before bed time. Hexam Island! It was further out to sea than the Dukes, which was ideal as that is the way the tide was pushing us, and we would actually get there 2 hours sooner which would mean we could anchor while it was still light. Perfect. So a few hours later the seas calmed a little more, and we rounded Hexam Island to anchor on the north side, sheltered from the south east wind. Little bit rolly, but a gorgeous anchorage and we got some sleep.

But exploring the island wasn’t in our future, as we still wanted to go north – the blow was still coming! The next morning, it was coffees and what was turning into my morning exercise routine – pulling up the anchor (you may or may not be aware that we don’t have an anchor winch, its my job to pull up the 30m of chain and the oversized anchor), and we were off for a reasonably uneventful passage up to the “Percy Islands”. Oh no wait, I lie, I caught a FISH!! IT WAS A BIG ONE! YAY!

After 3 big days of sailing, we dropped anchor at Middle Percy Island, I processed the fish (it is an Albacore), we enjoyed some fresh sushi and sashimi and had an early night, keen to explore the next day.

A paradise to rival that of Great Keppel, Middle Percy Island is home to a national park and a conservation area, taken care of by a couple who are appointed to live there and look after everything. There is a large A frame structure where visiting boats traditionally hang up their boat names as signs, and where you can cook and eat and use the large fire to BBQ. Here you can see some of those boats who have gone before us. Its such a great social place to meet people and share stories.

We spent the morning on the beach. I got a swim, Bernie did his usual trick of finding the only bit of food on the whole beach and eating sand, and Adrian chatted to the other yachties who were chillin in the A frame about their plans and the weather (mindful that the blow was coming in the next few days). We husked some coconuts, and went exploring in the creek behind the beach. We threw the fishing line is as there was a tonne of garfish around (none near my line…) and also tried our luck at getting some crabs (no luck). It was all so idyllic.

That evening, we headed back to the A frame to meet all the other boats in the anchorage. Its so great to put peoples faces and names to the boats we are often seeing around. I’m glad we took the opportunity to meet some more people that evening, as we had agreed to leave the next day and so wouldn’t have had another opportunity (plus we put up our sign). The blow was still coming, and we needed to get to a more protected place. So after a gorgeous day, and then a lovely evening chatting with people, we headed back home, packed up the boat, fell into bed and set our alarms for 04:00. We had a BIG trip to do the next day up to the start of the Whitsundays, aiming for Scawfell Island which has a good protected anchorage. More on that trip to come!

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