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St.Augustine – By: Allison

We’ve been in St.Augustine for three weeks now, which feels like forever after you’ve been hopping from place to place all summer. Fortunately, there’s not only a ton to do here, but Josh has a friend from his high school days who lives here as well. Zac and Jacqui live two boats down from us! It’s a small world. Before leaving on The Tinii Adventure, Josh ran into a friend in East Nashville. When he asked him if he had seen anyone else from high school, this friend told us that Zac was, “Like…living on a sailboat in St.Augustine,” as if that was a very strange thing. We got Zac’s number and gave him a call. When our rudder broke in Beaufort and we almost gave up, Zac was one of the people who would regularly call and encourage/beg/harass us not to quit. Once we got to St.Augustine, the dockmaster here kept referring to some guy named Crunch as if we should know who he was talking about. Little did we know that Zac picked up the nickname Crunch years ago which was sort of destiny because with the purchase of a sailboat he completed the transformation to Captain Crunch…and that is baller.

But I digress.

So St.Ausgustine….

We got here and paid for two days at the marina knowing we had to make a decision. First, do we find a place to keep Willy while we are in Haiti or do we sell? Secondly, IF we sell do we keep sailing and risk having to let Willy go for next to nothing or do we stop here (where the marina is cheap and we have friends) and go ahead and list it.

After looking at what it would cost to keep Willy we knew selling it was in the cards. Not only is it expensive to keep a boat, but it’s sort of sad just letting it sit unused. I’d rather have the money growing in savings (for our next boat, haha) and let Willy have an adventure with someone else.

So, the next dilemma. We VERY sadly decided to stop in St.Augustine and list Willy. We just couldn’t justify a couple more weeks of sailing for losing thousands of dollars in a quick sale. So, we find ourselves in St.Augustine catching up with old friends, making new ones, and exploring America’s oldest city.

Luckily, there is a ton to do here….

The most obvious thing is Castillo de San Marcos. It’s a big Spanish Fort downtown.

The Fort

The Fort

The fort was completed in 1695 when Florida was part of the Spanish Empire. The fort was never conquered despite many English attacks. Along our sail down the coast, we saw a few of the English forts as well and I can say that without a doubt, the Spanish were much better fort builders. Plus their canons were prettier.

Spanish canons.

Spanish canons.

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While we have been parked here in St.Augustine…we both turned 28. On Josh’s birthday he knocked something off his bucket list. We went to the Hot Shot Bakery and did their food challenge. This required us to eat a chocolate covered Datil pepper so that we could get a bumper sticker and a picture on the wall. I wasn’t going to do it but Josh pulled the “It’s my birthday so you have to” card. After years of eating ghost pepper hot sauce, Josh’s spicy taste buds are pretty hardcore so he was a little unfazed by this challenge. He really wants to try to guzzle gallons of ghost pepper soup at Nitally’s in Tampa because the prize is $1000.

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The Wall of Flame.

The Wall of Flame.

We spent an entire day on our “shared birthday-day” doing touristy things. Since Josh’s day is the 25th and mine is the 27th…the 26th gets a celebration too. We started the day at The Alligator Farm. In hindsight, I added “See every species of crocodillian in the world” because that’s what we accomplished at the alligator farm.

Creepy albino alligator

Creepy albino alligator

Feeding the gators.

Feeding the gators.

We also climbed the lighthouse here. Apparently it’s one of the most haunted places in St.Augustine. I read somewhere that there are 13 pirates buried somewhere around here. I decided that if I HAD to run into a ghost, a pirate one would be the coolest. Ghost kids are creepy, ghost soldiers are sad…ghost pirates are bad ass.

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We also went to Ripley’s Believe It or Not that day. The cool thing about this one is that it is in Mr.Ripley’s house! Apparently St.Augustine was his home base. The other cool thing was realizing that Mama Jimmie (Josh’s grandmother) owns several things that were in Mr.Ripley’s collection…I don’t know what that says about Mama Jimmie or Mr.Ripley.

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Even though we’re bummed to be selling Willy, St.Augustine isn’t the worst place to be stuck.

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How to Recover an Anchor (and your dignity) – By:Allison

So here is the promised real post about what we’ve been up to (besides dreaming of being on Reading Rainbow).

The last you heard, we were leaving Jacksonville. We tried to make it all the way to St.Augustine in one day but that would have been a long day. Long days are not our thing. We motored through some really straight and narrow (insert bible verse joke here) parts of the ICW that were lined with huge houses. It was pretty cool, actually, and a really easy day.

This house had it's own bar on the upper deck.

This house had it’s own bar on the upper deck.

One of the houses on this section of the ICW

One of the houses on this section of the ICW

We pulled into our anchorage behind a large trawler. Josh was at the wheel and I was up front ready to drop the anchor. Josh pulled into our spot and started backing up which I thought was my cue to drop the anchor. Usually I would pull out the rode to a good length and cleat it off before throwing the anchor over. I can’t remember why I didn’t, but I didn’t. No big deal though because there is 200′ of rode AND supposedly a knot in the end of it that keeps it from all going overboard. So I drop the anchor and Josh is backing up, and keeps backing up. I try to cleat it off quickly, but that squishes my fingers and gives me rope burn even though I’m wearing gloves. I yell at Josh to go forward but he doesn’t even realize that I dropped the anchor. He was just backing up INTO the spot he liked and away from the trawler. Oops. Communicating over a rumbling engine under stress is not our forte. So, when I tell Josh to go forward, he just yells, “WHY?” I’m thinking, “What the heck do you mean WHY?” and screaming, “JUST DO IT!” I’m still trying to grab rode and getting rope burns galore but still not too worried because – like I said – there’s a knot in the end. Except that there wasn’t. So about the fourth time Josh asks why I turn around to see our anchor, chain, and rope all disappear into the water. I momentarily consider jumping in after it. Josh momentarily considered shoving me in after it I’m sure.

Needless to say there was a lot of frustration and anger and not so nice words thrown around that night. However, the good thing about a boat is that you better get over it quickly because we only have 30′ of space to share and we also have to problem solve pretty quickly. So, we threw our extra anchor over and devised a plan for the morning. Luckily our GPS had tracked our movements so we could sort of tell where I threw the anchor over.

HOW TO FIND AN ANCHOR YOU DROPPED

Step 1: Stop yelling at each other about whose fault it is WHY the anchor is on the ocean floor in the first place.

Step 2: Get a small dinghy anchor on some rope, your GPS (if you were lucky), and some sort of float.

Step 3: Get in the dinghy and drive over to where you think you dropped the anchor.

Step 4: Now throw that little anchor over and drive all around in circles like a crazy person while praying really hard. If all goes well, that little anchor will snag your main anchor rode and you’ll pull it up!

Step 5: Laugh about all the mean things you said to each other.

Step 6: Tie a float onto that newly recovered rode and head back to our boat where you will TRIPLE CLEAT THAT RODE TO YOUR BOAT. Pull up your anchor and head on down the road.

It really was that simple. We lucked out with the GPS thing as it was spot on.

While we are talking bout anchors, let me tell you about our favorite anchoring technique – the kellet. Before we left, Josh made a kellet for our boat. This is basically any sort of weight that you can slide down the anchor rode. The theory is that this helps the anchor rode to lay closer to the sea bed which improves the anchor’s holding power. You can see some good pictures here. This website suggests a 25-35 pound kellet for a 35 foot vessel. Our boat is 30 feet and Josh overkilled it with a 40 lb. kellet. He basically took a length of pvc pipe and filled it with weights from goodwill and concrete. He capped off the ends and added to U-bolts – one to each end of the PVC pipe. The kellet has its own length of rope attached to one boat that we use for lowering and raising the kellet. The other U-bolt clips onto the anchor rode.

We have not drug ONCE using this system. Honestly, we’ve never put out the recommended 7:1 ratio either. For you landlubbers, everyone tells you to put out 7 feet of rode (the chain/rope combo the anchor is on) for every foot of water where you are anchoring. So, if you are in 10 feet of water you need 70 feet of rode out. That’s a lot and it means you can’t anchor in tight spaces without doing some fancy anchoring. With the kellet, we MAYBE did 4:1…5:1 if the weather was bad. We still never drug our anchor. Everyone will also say Danforth anchors suck, but that’s what we’ve got.

Basically, to each his own but just know you don’t have to spend $300 on a fancy shmancy anchor and tons of chain. A bag of concrete and some Goodwill weights has worked for us.


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A new kind of post – By:Allison

We haven’t blogged in awhile. Mainly because we parked the boat in St.Augustine a few weeks ago and listed it so we can move to Haiti soon for Part 2 of the Year of Adventure. We are having fun, but life doesn’t seem as exciting on a boat when you are parked instead of sailing. Plus we are in a weird limbo and feel a little bummed. Selling Willy is a bit sad and we really want it done so that we can move on and get pumped for Haiti! Soon….I promise….you’ll get a post filled with pictures and stories of St.Augustusine. Mainly stories about crazy people (Florida is teeming with them) and pictures of historical crap.

But right now, it is 1 a.m. Josh fell asleep hours ago and I am just not tired. Plus, my side of the bed is wet because we left a window open while we went on a dinghy adventure in the rain.

So that leaves me doing a new kind of post. I think I will call these
posts “Late Nights With Allison”. You’re about to get a bullet point list of my late night thoughts. Prepare yourselves….

-One of my greatest regrets on life is that I was never that kid on Reading Rainbow talking about their favorite book. I would have sold Roxaboxen or Teddy’s Cousin Has Come To Visit or Stellaluna like it was my job. I get sad thinking about that. Which leads me to my next thought.

-There should be a tv show for all the grown ups who missed this opportunity. Basically bring Reading Rainbow back but don’t let children do that part anymore…only adults. Children get plenty of attention nowadays. Kids get their pictures made in specially carved out pumpkins goodness sake. Kids today are too pampered….let them find another dream. Reading Rainbow is all mine.

-Speaking of kids being put into pumpkins…when did children’s photos get so out of control? Probably the same time gender reveal parties became a thing. Our fanciest childhood photos consisted of coordinating clothing which was a huge deal because we are not wearing any clothing in at least 80% of all the other pictures. For example…

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Fancy picture where we are making awkward faces.

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And a normal picture where none of us are wearing clothing and my grandfather is totally being safe....

No offense if you are partying while revealing genders (that doesn’t sound sketchy) and sticking your baby in a pumpkin. I am amazed you have time, really! I don’t have kids and I barely get showered everyday. My mom was practically super mom and she didn’t bother making us wear clothes most of the time. So, my hat’s off to you.

– I have more thoughts about kids and my super mother. We are about to be in charge of educating four of them (kids not super mothers). Josh and I were having a conversation about important lessons our homeschooling mothers taught us because I want to keep those in mind while I am shaping the young minds of the Salvant kids. I said that learning you can do anything was important, but Josh brought up a good point. Our mothers didn’t get carried away with it. It never came across as, “You can do anything because the world revolves around you.” It was more like, “Dont be an idiot…you can do it.” For instance, Josh and I never really doubted we could finish our basement out ourselves, restore a sailboat, sail for a summer, or move to another country. However, neither of us assumed we could buy brand new cars, rack up credit card bills, and still get to do the things we wanted to do in life. Catch my drift? Now how do you constantly tell a kid they can do anything but keep them grounded? That’s the key to raising a confident kid who isn’t a selfish narcissist. I think. That and not being a selfish narcissist yourself.

-My last thought is this. If Josh were awake he would edit this and would probably want to post actual things about our trip instead of this garbage. He will probably think this post is weird, but he is asleep so its getting posted anyway 🙂