Ships Everywhere

Ships EverywhereFor the second day, the NOAA research vessel Thomas Jefferson was stationed in the middle of the York River. At one point a tiny red submersible steamed around the big white ship. I radioed the bridge for details, but they would only say it was a surface ship instead of submersible. I asked for why they were hanging out in the York, and they were cryptic. “We’re conducting hydro-graphic testing of the river bottom.”

Ships EverywhereLater I looked up a better explanation, from their website: “Home-ported in Norfolk, Virginia, NOAA Ship Thomas Jefferson is a hydro-graphic survey vessel that maps the ocean to aid maritime commerce, improve coastal resilience, and understand the marine environment. Officers, crews, and scientists aboad the ship log the data that NOAA cartographers use to create and update the nation’s nautical charts with ever-increasing data richness and precision.”

Ships EverywhereTwo newlyweds and her mom accompanied us with a Chicago couple visiting the area. Huge winds from the passing front calmed down to around 13 mph, which we negotiated with a reefed main and later a reefed Genoa. Everyone had a great time, especially Regina Leigh.

Ships Everywhere“Tom and I are planning to buy a big sailboat and cruise the Caribbean as live-aboards. First, we want to spend two years cruising the Chesapeake Bay to learn about the boat and improve our sailing skills. We like a 52 Irwin, very much like that one right there,” she pointed to a boat docked nearby. “Haven belongs to friends of ours. We got spoiled once on a 52 Oyster, which is like sailing a hotel room.” Regina did fabulously on the wheel in steady winds of 12-13 that occasionally gusted. She too saw ships everywhere.

Ships Everywhere

Before long, the Coleman Bridge opened and Navy warship 109 came barreling down the river. I reported to the ship that I would sail to the north side of the York River closer to Thom Jeff, which was fine with the Navy. No. 109 is the USS Jason Dunham, a 510-foot destroyer. I managed to capture both big ships together in a silhouette. Shortly after we returned to port, a Navy submarine came into the York River to the Naval Weapons Station. That’s the second sub in two weeks, unless it was the first one returning for more repairs. 

Ships EverywhereWith Regina were her daughter Emily and husband Patrick Buchholz. “We got married yesterday,” Emily said. Patrick added, “Everywhere we go we’re the youngest couple.” He got his ASA 101 rating and is looking to ASA 114 to qualify for offshore catamarans. As the Navy destroyer came by, he said, “They make a laser weapon now that can destroy ships with one zap.” Let’s hope this ship isn’t retrofitted.

Regina and Tom got their certs from USA Sailing. “We were on a 17 Colgate in Hampton harbor when it flipped. As we landed in the water I laughed as I watched my sneakers float away. The instructors asked if we really wanted to do this and we said. Yes. Tom righted the boat and executed the proper MOB drill to pick me up. When we get our 52 Irwin it will be in Connecticut. We’re not naive enough to think we can sail it ourselves from there. We’ll have someone help us.”

Chesapeake Sailors

Innovation sat in the river

Next day, the NOAA ship had gone and the Navy destroyer gave way at NWS to a Navy sub. The middle of the river was occupied by giant barge and matching tug from San Francisco named Innovation. I radioed the tug with an estimate of the cargo and he confirmed it as 35,700 barrels of oil, which translates to 1.5 million gallons. 

Teresa and Theo Crowe brought their daughter Diane sailing, and they were quite comfortable in 10-12 mph winds. Teresa said, “We live on the Chesapeake near Annapolis. Edgewater is on the South River.” Theo added, “It gets pretty windy, but we’re buffeted by trees and other houses since we’re inland. We see some big ships come into Baltimore,” he added with a nod to the barge. “The clipper winds of winter tear right through you there.”

She sailed with aplombDiane tooled along with all the aplomb of a world-class skipper despite having only sailed a Hobie 16. She tacked and gybed smoothly, leading me to ask if she was a musician. “Piano, as a kid.” She handled the wheel adroitly when Theo and I went up to the bow and raised the spinnaker.

“We’ve seen some horrible accidents,” Teresea said. “Last summer a guy jumped off his motorboat at night and went down feet first. He wound up  stuck in the mud. It was awful watching the helicopter hovering over the river looking for him. They found him standing straight up.” Theo added, “The mud was like quicksand.”

They talked of long-distance sailingWe talked about long-distance sailing. Teresa said, “A man I know sold everything and set out to sail around the world — alone. He got divorced and took off.” Years earlier, she said, “As kids, our mothers sent us down the shore of the Patapsco River to look for the Chessie Sea Monster. We did that while fishing for crabs in a rowboat. I’ve always lived on the water, couldn’t imagine anywhere else. Where we live now is rural. At a community meeting they said if someone suffered a heart attack it would take 11 minutes to get EMS response.” I looked at Theo and said, ‘You’d be dead.’ He replied, “But envied.”

Off in the distance the black diesel smoke of the tug rose into the air. “Innovation on Channel 16 and 13 alerting all vessels as we head out to sea.” I radioed bewilderment because I thought he offloaded at the oil terminal, not onloaded. “Yes, out to sea,” he responded pleasantly. And into the approaching Tropical Storm Nestor.

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