I’m tired and George and I are fine. My boat is unscathed save for some
scratches in the boot top paint from debris. Luck is relevant because there
is a checkerboard of destruction both in our marina and in the vicinity of
Washington, North Carolina. Although a few things contributed to our
successfully getting through Irene, the element of luck looms large.

 

We were trapped onboard owing to poor judgment and/or bad luck. The eye of
the storm was due on Saturday at 1400, but it arrived much sooner. The
nearby city of Washington had issued a curfew warning for 2200 Friday night
while the county of Beaufort (not the city) posted a curfew of 1200
Saturday. We had planned to get off the boat NLT 1630 on Friday and worked
to strip the exterior of the boat of potential flying objects and rearrange
lines to cope with the anticipated for a surge of up to 13 feet of water.

 

In fact, 1630 was 30 minutes too late. Water was lapping at the dock at 1600
with little wind and no waves. By 1630, there was 18 to 24 inches of water
over the dock with moderate winds pushing small waves. The boarding ramp was
swimming in the waves while still tethered to the boat and there was no way
that I could get George ashore without his swimming. In that situation, I
might have lost control over him so we were stuck. So, that’s what I did
wrong and that’s a lesson learned: storm forecasts might not accurately
reflect your micro-location’s conditions. [As a side note; 5 feet of surge
water disappeared in under 1 hour after the eye had passed us.]

 

Two things weighed heavily on my mind: boredom and the fate of my car which
had not been moved to high ground. I will end the suspense concerning the
car; it is a total loss having suffered water over the dash or higher.
Although I can usually occupy my mind with reading or other media, I could
neither read nor listen to media owing to the absence of AC electricity. My
inverter control panel (Xantrex) had locked-up and my generator’s exhaust
elbow required replacement. I had dropped my iPod somewhere in the boat
during storm preparation. My boredom resulted in my seeking to get off the
boat at 1300 the following day.

 

One thing we did right was rigging the lines so that the surge would be
unlikely to remove the lines from the pilings while still keeping the vessel
in the middle of the slip. The major hazard to the boat in the slip was a
series of short pilings supporting the finger pier on her starboard side. I
did not want to pound on top of them. As it turned-out, the boot top paint
in a 4 foot section was scratched by these pilings at some time during the
night. Normally, as a liveaboard, the boat hugs the finger pier with heavy
fender protection. This keeps the boarding ramp in position and George (the
77 pound Golden Retriever) is 12 years old and doesn’t like surprises. He
can, however, sleep through significant portions of a hurricane.

 

On the bow, I ran a 5/8 inch line from each mooring cleat to the highest
point that I could reach one port and one starboard piling. I used a timber
hitch to offer resistance to the rope’s slipping down and place a clove
hitch on top. As I wrapped the line once around the piling, there was little
tension on the knots. I could have doubled-up the lines, but did not.

 

I removed all the short lines from the starboard side to permit the boat to
float in the center of the slip. I left the 2 stern lines, also 5/8 inch
braid in place, but replaced one which was chafed. I took 2 , 5/8 inch braid
lines which were 40 feet long and attached them to the midships cleats. A
yard worked was kind enough to take them astern to 2 new pilings which used
the full length of the lines. This would allow the boat to rise without
requiring line adjustment. These lines were attached as high on the pilings
as possible.  Later, all these pilings would be submerged 2 feet below the
surface.

 

My 40 foot, 20 ton trawler rode well throughout the night and following
morning as we experienced the left side of the hurricane. The
counter-clockwise winds first hit from the East, then for a long time from
the North, and then there was calm in the eye. The following West winds were
enough to help drive out the surge water but not strong enough to cause any
problems. I had experienced an eye once before as a teenager when I had to
secure my family’s 15 foot outboard. On this occasion, I used the eye time
to run a line from a port spring cleat to a recently “surfaced” piling in a
further effort to restrict the lateral movement of the boat which had been
sailing over the finger pier 5 feet beneath her waterline.

 

I couldn’t face any more boredom and saw that my car *appeared* high and
dry. I wanted to get ashore and George wanted to pee. Two young locals (late
20’s) had “appropriated” a RIB to get a friend stranded on his sailboat.
Later, they toured the destroyed marina looking for others to assist. Their
strong arms lifted reluctant George into the RIB and helped me aboard.
Later, we waded ashore through oil from sunken boats and other “materials.” 

 

A land adventure followed traveling flooded streets, downed trees and power
lines and pushing a bow wave in some places. The façade of the motel was
destroyed, but I was ushered in a room and told to register the following
morning. I had a reservation for that night anyway. I turned the heat pump
up to 85F and we warmed-up and dried out.

 

Other people suffered great damage and loss, but no one was hurt in this
area and that’s what counts.

 

 

 

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