My brother got in to town yesterday, he is staying with us for a week. I picked him up at the airport while my mom babysat the nap, and he and I drove right from the arrival lane to the boat. Plan was to drop the mast and tow the boat down to the new house. However, while we discussed logistics in the marina lot, the manager came over on a golf cart and ended up allowing it to stay another night until my wife came back. This would free us up to drop it in the water, cruise down the bay to stickney point and dock it at our new rental, and then return to get the truck.
This morning we stopped at West Obscene to pickup a handheld VHF. They were all out of the cheap ones, and I wasn’t sure if my station mounted radio worked, and we had to cross two drawbridges, so I had to get something. Proud new owner of a $200 standard with gps. Oh well I guess it can’t hurt anything except the wallet to have a nice piece of equipment.
My wife made it home at 330pm while the baby was still sleeping. Brother and I left the house around 4. We got about 20 minutes into a 40 minute drive with near-gridlock Sarasota traffic before I realized the new radio was still charging in the cradle on the kitchen counter. Facepalm. I had my baofeng in the glovebox (yep I’m a HAM) and figured I could at least program to listen on a VHF for a marine channel and do a radio check of my own before we launched.
That worked! Found the spectrum chart online, dialed it in, turned on the battery and fired one out from the boat. 5/5/5 reception on the ham, so I know it can transmit at least a few feet. So we go to launch. Not sure if the geometry or something was wrong but the stem rubbed on some metal on the trailer as I launched and scraped the gel coat clean off. Then at the dock I drop the motor and go to turn it but it is clearly not starting. As my brother was connecting the shore power cable, my buddy from the first time I launched a week ago pulled up on the golf cart and said “check your terminals, I’ll go get my jump pack.”
So I check the terminals, and sure enough the ground was loose. Got out the ratchet, cranked it down, and the motor fired right up. Crises averted. Well at least I thought it was a crises… I thought that “bridge operates 7am-6pm daily on the hour and then every 20 minutes” meant the beige didn’t open after 6pm and we were going to be pushing it with time. I have come to learn that openings are on-demand after 6 pm and the metering is just during daylight traffic house to keep peace with the land lubbers. I didn’t learn this until we were on the water, racing to make it before 6pm and the north bridge tower had a hint of “these guys are idiots” when telling us how things work.
Oh well! Got my first and second drawbridges today!
It was a downwind blast all the way under the Sarasota bridge, siesta bridge, and stickney point bridge with my brother. We had to do a few turns in the holding pattern before siesta bridge, we got there about 8 minutes past the last opening and 12 minutes before the 6pm. Then it was through vague speed zones so
I just idled through enjoying the scenery. We saw a few dolphins, one close enough to see the color of its eye as it took a breath and dove under the bow.
Approaching stickney point bridge, which is every 30
Min, i really wanted to make the 6:30 and not do circles again, so I tried to got as fast as possible with no wake. The bridge operator told us we could make it if we could be there in 3 minutes, but it was more like 6 minutes out. But right as we got close she called us back and said she had some pedestrians on the bridge so it was going to be a few more minutes, and we would probably just make it.
So we went for it, the bridge went up, I pushed the throttle forward, and all of a sudden the engine just quits. I try a few pumps on the line bulb, nothing. Out of gas. Quick, swap the lines! Tearing off the new locker covers and fumbling around disconnecting reconnecting and pumping the bulb again, I hear of the radio “um, sailing vessel seaweed… what seems to be the problem here?”
I look up and see a sign saying “$25000 maximum fine for a vessel causing an unnecessary bridge opening” right as I get the engine restarted and push the throttle forward.
My brother grabbed the radio and says “SV Seaweed, no problem ma’am just had to swap gas tanks. Terrible timing, my apologies and thank you”
“Haha ok, have a good night guys” with a wave from the tower as we passed under and the bridge started lowering.
Phew
My parents and a friend of theirs were at the beach just south of the bridge and across ICW from the Boatyard restaurant, waving and yelling to us as we cruised past. I yelled back “hey meet us at the house we need some help!” And got a thumbs up as they went to get in their car.
They beat us to our dock, and my dad and his buddy were ready to catch lines as we came in. A neighbor saw our boat with a mast coming out of the channel towards the Seawall, and started yelling “stay in the channel! It’s too shallow!”
My mom heard him, and joined in yelling the same.
O ye of little faith…
We floated right up to the dock and tossed the lines and got it in the slip between the dock and Seawall, in about 18” of water at low tide. I had tunnel vision/hearing the whole time, but my brother told me afterward that he heard the same concerned neighbor after we got tied up saying to his wife “they did it… I don’t know how they got through but they did it. I can’t believe it”
Must have never seen a swing keel water ballasted trailer sailer before.
We hitched a ride from my parents back up to my truck, ordered Mexican food for pickup, filled a spare gas tank, and made our way back to the rental for a nice relaxing meal looking at the boat through the window.
Anyway aside from the chipped paint on the stem, motor not starting, having to switch gas tanks at the worst possible time, and the trailer lights falling off the trailer less than a mile from home, I’d say it went off without a hitch.






















