August 13, 2018
Last week, it was a mad scramble of activity – between indoor yard sales, working full-time, trying to get this boat to close while the previous owner, Pascal, was in Key West, and everyone saying it couldn’t be done.
Well, we did it. At 5:30 p.m. on August 10, 2018, we closed the deal. Our lender, Shana White at Just Boat Loans did an amazing job of keeping just the right amount of pressure on the yacht broker to make it happen. She knew we had a lot riding on this ‘on time’ closure.
Erik flew out first thing on August 10 to Ft. Lauderdale because the plan had been that he and Pascal would start the sail north together for 3 days – arriving at Hilton Head, where Pascal would depart and Rodney and I would join for the remaining few days north.
With the last minute kerfuffle, and the deal not closed prior to a sail start time, we put Erik into a nearby hotel and made alternate plans. Such is life – it’s a series of starts and stops, and sometimes the weather cooperates. In this case, the weather window was looking exceptionally good for a week of sailing north and around Cape Hatteras.
Erik and Pascal used their time together wisely on Friday evening, planning alternate routes that would support Pascal’s impending departure back to Trinidad, and ensure an easier way for Rodney and I to keep our flight to Savannah as scheduled.
Saturday, the previous owner and current one set out so Erik could learn the boat a little more – after all, this is a very unique boat – I have not seen one blog or vlog about sailing a Catamaran with hybrid electric drives – except from the previous owner. This boat has Salomon electric drives, which means this boat will run on about a third of the amount of diesel that another vessel of its size may consume. It’s also incredibly quiet and makes us feel good about the carbon footprint we’re leaving on the water.
Erik will write his own post or vlog waxing nostalgic (aka geeking out) over the benefits and maintenance of these drives, but let me just toss this out there: she’s a big, curvaceous girl with a small waist line. Sexy as hell and purrs like a kitten.
As Sunday morning’s dawn broke, Erik had the boat provisioned for his 23-hour sail to Cape Canaveral with Pascal and by 9am, the two of them took off from Ft. Lauderdale. We have SPOT on the vessel, so I was able to watch their journey in real time, and since he was still in cell phone range, we were able to get our IridiumGo set up for offshore messaging.
At around 4pm, a wicked squall formed off the coast and the crew decided to evade it. Pushing about 20 miles east-northeast, they soon realized the wicked witch of the west had a friend – to the south.
Giving up – the guys faced the winds head on, dropped the sails, and waiting until she calmed down. This is perhaps the only time a man will NEVER tell a woman to ‘calm down’ – they know it’s futile. Just let her vent – all 40kts of furious winds.
The storm lasted about an hour and then they course corrected and were back on their way. Since the boat was only being crewed by two, they took 3 hour shifts and coincidentally, I couldn’t sleep. I woke up at 1:30a and tried reaching Erik on the Sat phone. He responded back at 2a and we chatted until it was time for me to shower and leave for my early morning flight to Savannah.
The rest of the trip to Cape Canaveral for the crew was uneventful and they arrived at 8a. Pascal said his final goodbyes, and in typical French fashion, took his adieu quickly and grabbed a rental car back south.
For Rodney and I, the trip was just beginning. And we had a new crew mate, Darrin, to welcome aboard.