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Bay Hopping In Fabulous Queen Charlotte Sound

To our great relief, the morning we left Picton Marina was rather uneventful. Mark, one of the marina staff, came down to assist Captain Wrecking Ball and we were able get out of our slip and on our way without further incident. Thank you Lord!!!!

For the next seven days we hopped from bay to bay here in Queen Charlotte Sound. First we met up with our friends Lutz & Gabi and at Fence Bay just 4.77 NM away. On the way there we saw a couple of Hector’s Dolphin. These small (1.5 meter) animals are easily recognizable by their grey bodies and black, rounded dorsal fins. They are so cute I just wanted to reach down, pluck them from the water and give them a giant hug. 

Hector’s Dolphins are rated as Endangered by IUCN Redlist. According to their findings as of 2013 there was an estimated 7300 of these dolphin in and around South Island, New Zealand. New Zealand is the only place in the world where you’ll find these adorable creatures. Given the vastness of the sea it was a real treat to see a few of these dolphin and we feel grateful for the experience. 

We also saw this guy swimming along in the main channel.

Fence Bay is a quaint little bay filled with private moorings leaving little room for us to anchor but since it’s off season we were able to carve out just enough room for our two yachts. Dotting the mountains and shore are small bachs (cabins) in colors ranging from bright red to green to tan. Each bach seems to have its own wooden boathouse and dock. 

With excellent protection from northerly winds this bay was perfect for the two nights we stayed there. The water in the bay each morning was so flat it was a giant mirror reflecting the mountains rising high up from the shore to greet the deep blue sky. One morning we awoke to a beautiful fog atop of the perfectly still water. It lingered upon the water for an hour or so until the sun peaked over the mountains burning it away.

SuAn at Fence Bay
SV SuAn at anchor in Fence Bay

Dan and I took Sparkle on a tour of the surrounding bays, Mistletoe, Waterfall and Onahau. It was a perfect day for a dingy ride with bright sun and flat water. We even made a short video of our journey to send back home to my mama. Thought you might enjoy it as well.

Later that evening we were invited over to SuAn for a BBQ. As always we enjoyed an evening of laughter and great discussions over good food, cold drinks and amazing family.

Two days later we hauled our anchors and made the 6.38 NM trip from Fence Bay over to Kumutoto Bay where we were able to pick up a couple of the Mana Cruising Club moorings. We were preparing for what we believed would be some much stronger winds and it’s always nice to be on a secure mooring rather than at anchor when the winds begin to whip up. We never even left the boat here as the weather was a bit overcast, windy and cold. We just stayed below reading and enjoying time together.

The stunning scenery here never ceases to amaze us.

Resort Time At The Bay Of Many Coves

The following morning we left Kumutoto Bay headed to the Bay of Many Coves 7.99 NM away where we pulled a mooring in the small bay called Arthur’s Bay which lies just in front of the Bay of Many Coves Resort on the western side of the larger bay. They offer free overnight moorings if you spend a little jack in their restaurant or bar. Our hope was to make a booking for dinner later that evening but they were booked. We decided to do the next best thing and sit in the bar on the waterfront and enjoy a few frosty beers and some tapas with our friends.

That evening we all convened on Dazzler where Dan grilled a prime rib roast. Lutz brought over his guitar and Dan & Lutz kept us entertained with guitar and ukulele music while Gabi and I sang along. We joked that the guests at the resort must have envied us as the smell of the roast wafted across the bay and the sound of laughter and music filled the air. Ahh…it’s always so nice to enjoy an evening with friends on Dazzler.

Double Bay

The following morning we took the short 2.78 NM trip across Queen Charlotte Sound’s main waterway to Double Bay where we again picked up a couple of mooring buoys. One thing is for sure….we do not regret paying for the Mana Cruising Club membership to get access to free moorings. It certainly makes cruising in the sounds much easier and stress free.

It was a pretty gloomy day which we’re finding to be the norm during Autumn in the sounds. After everyone was settled and had a little time to get some work done on our respective boats we went over to SuAn where we spent a few hours playing Mexican Train Dominoes…one of our favorite pastimes. Gabi cooked up some wonderful, warm and tasty goulash and we followed that with some after dinner aperitifs. Another beautiful day in the sounds.

Dazzler on the mooring at Double Bay

Furneaux Lodge On Endeavor Inlet

Our next stop was Endeavor Inlet and the Furneaux Lodge which is named after Mount Furneaux. We took the long way here traveling around Blumine Island. Blumine is a bird sanctuary. With the detour it was 12.6 NM. We thought of stopping to do some hiking but decided we’d just take a ride around it and head on to the lodge. On the way we saw a few more of the Hector’s Dolphin and a small raft of blue penguins. I was in the height of my glory!

Blumine Island
It’s tough to get photos or video of the Blue Penguins because they are so skittish but here’s some okay video we managed to get.

We found the lodge at the very northern end of Endeavor Inlet. As most of the other resorts and lodges in the sounds do, Furneaux Lodge offers free moorings. They even offer free hot showers! Now THAT’s what I’m talking about. It’s been a little chilly showering on the deck here in the sounds. Much to my dismay I actually look forward to marina time and hot showers.

Dan and I arrived before our friends so we headed to shore to get acclimated and make sure our booking was all set for dinner that evening. From the moment we stepped foot on land we were completely enthralled with this delightful place. The lawns are perfectly manicured and the quaint black cottages line the open areas along the shore. Here they offer cottages, suites and even hiker’s cabins. You can stay for as little as $65 NZD/night all the way up to $520 NZD/night. 

Hiking is one of the main attractions in the sounds and the Queen Charlotte track runs right by the lodge. After our showers we sat outside and had a couple of beers at a picnic table. The entire time we were there we saw hikers coming and going through the track’s access point. 

At one point eight ladies showed up and sat at the table beside us. It was quite evident from watching them that they were all great friends and this was some sort of girl’s outing. They asked Dan if he’d take a photo of them and over time we began talking with them. They were interested in our cruising and I was very interested in their trip. It’s been so long since I’ve been on a girl’s only outing.

One of the ladies asked Dan what he did for a living before retiring. When he told them he was a CHiP they all started giggling and laughing. It was like a bunch of teenage girls who had met some movie star. Apparently we underestimate the impact the TV show CHiPs had on the Kiwis. We all got a great laugh over their excitement about meeting a real life Chippie.

We headed back to Dazzler shortly thereafter so I could do my hair and get ready for dinner. When it was time to go ashore we contacted the lodge and they sent Tori out on their tender boat to pick us up. This is a really nice service. Tori had life vests on board but we brought our own very special, bright orange ones that make me feel like I’m eight years old again.You have to do it…it’s the law here in the Marlborough Sound region of NZ so we do our part. 

We’ve learned that wearing a life vest in a tender is not the law everywhere in New Zealand rather it is a regional thing. Some regional councils require it and others make it optional. Of course it’s always recommended. It does make it a bit confusing for those of us who are traveling to many different areas but what can you do?

Tori is a delightful young lady who tells us she’s been working at the lodge for a relatively short time. She loves her job. Of course, it would be hard not to love a job that keeps you in this gorgeous part of the world and at a place so incredible. Thanks Tori for the safe rides back and forth to Dazzler.

On shore we met up with Lutz & Gabi and had a some adult beverages before they seated us in the dining room. We were the first to be seated on this evening and so we seemed to get extra special treatment. Adam, our waiter, was incredibly charming and very knowledgeable about the menu, the lodge and the area. 

Adam and I at the Furneaux Lodge

Unable to decide which of the awesome offerings they had on the menu we all opted for the “Feed Me” dinner. What’s this you ask? Well, the chef prepares a random selection of items and it is served family style as we call it in the south. That’s where they put it all in the middle of the table and everyone just digs in. This turned out to be a perfect meal and a wonderful way to end our two weeks of cruising the sounds with Lutz & Gabi.

After dinner Tori delivered us back to Dazzler and Lutz and Gabi showed up minutes later to deliver their garbage to us. Yes, you read that right. You see, we are headed into the marina tomorrow and they will be going back to Pelorus Sound and more remote anchorages. We offered to take their garbage to town with us. 

For those landlubbers in the group you probably don’t realize what an issue it can be to find places to get rid of your rubbish out here. In the islands we don’t seem to have much of an  issue as there always seem to be places for cruisers to dispose of it. In New Zealand we’ve found it to be much more difficult. We’ve had to get creative when away from a marina for any amount of time. Mostly we use very small garbage bags that we can drop into small, public garbage cans on shore. If there’s one thing we’d say New Zealand could do better it would be offering a place for yachties to dispose of their rubbish.

Trash delivered, the time had come to say, “Goodbye and fair winds” to our wonderful German family. They are headed a different direction back to Whangerie than we are so we will separate for a few weeks. Of course, we’ve become accustomed to this sort of thing. It’s part of the cruiser lifestyle. You come together, enjoy laughs and adventure then say, “So long” with the hope Fthat you will meet again somewhere in this crazy world. 

For us, it’s back to Picton to await a good weather window to allow us to head north up the east side of North Island. While we wait we will spend time at the Picton Marina where we can provision and enjoy a few nice meals in town. Then, sadly, we will depart this place where we’ve created so many new memories.

Until next time,

Jilly

Read about our adventures in Pelorus Sound…Click Here!

Reckless Captain Almost Sinks Dazzler

Some days on the water you hope you’ll always remember and then there’s other days you want to forget but know you never will. Today is one of the latter as we had a very close call. Actually, this wasn’t just a close call. This was one of those that was so close to the line between going right or wrong that moving just a hair in either direction could have drastically changed the outcome. Today, due to the reckless actions of one completely inexperienced captain we almost lost our beloved Dazzler.

I’m getting ahead of myself though. Let me start at the beginning. 

Coathanger Bridge. It’s the footbridge that connects the east side of the marina to the west side.

The day started out wonderfully. It’s sunny and cool but very nice outside. We walk into town to run a couple of errands. I had seen a Merino wool T-shirt that I wanted to buy and we needed to deliver some flowers to Vicky who works at the Marlborough Marinas Office. She was kind enough to let us have our Mana Cruising Club membership documents sent to her and we wanted to say a proper “Thank you!” so we picked up a lovely bunch of flowers to show her our appreciation for going above and beyond the call of duty. You know….for doing things the “Kiwi way”.

With our shopping and flower delivery complete we stopped at the Picton Village Bakery to pick up a fresh loaf of sourdough bread. One thing about New Zealand is they have amazing bakeries and it seems like there’s one on every corner. This particular bakery appears to be one of the better ones in the area as there’s a long line waiting to be served. We walked in and the scent of fresh breads, cookies and cakes wafted through the air and wrapped around us like a warm, cozy blanket. There’s just something so comforting about bakeries…they remind me of holidays and family.

While we are paying for our bread and chocolate macaroons (a little extra indulgence) two kiwi couples start to chat us up. I guess our accent gave us away once again. Seems these days international tourists in New Zealand are sort of an oddity what with the borders being slammed shut.

The couples, in their  sixties or seventies are very sweet and very high energy. We chat for ten minutes or so as they ask lots of questions about how we got here and what we’ve done since we’ve been here. They are from Christchurch, here on holiday. 

One of the ladies asks us where we plan to watch the America’s Cup race later this afternoon. We tell her we’re not sure but possibly over at the Oxley Hotel. As we walk out together she says, “Sounds good. Maybe we’ll see you there.”

The marina cat….Just love her!

We just love the friendliness of the Kiwis and the way they are so welcoming. As we walk away we decide that yes, we are definitely going to go there in hopes of meeting up with them again. Next stop….lunch. I’m a firm believer in that you should never go grocery shopping on an empty stomach. It results in far too much junk being thrown into the cart. Junk that you will eat later and then sadly regret.

We stop at a little cafe that’s right beside the Fresh Choice grocery store. Originally Dan is thinking of a pizza but I am feeling more like a burger so we both end up ordering burgers. Big mistake! Actually more like a GIANT mistake.

The burgers come out and each one is two huge patties covered in melted cheese with bacon and all the normal trimmings. Don’t start salivating yet. These burgers might be big in size but they are not big on flavor. In fact, they taste like a bad meatloaf sandwich served in a high school cafeteria. 

I should have known not to get a burger. I’m not sure why but many places in New Zealand make their burgers adding filler to them rather than just using straight beef. It’s a shame too because the beef here is out of this world. Oh well, I ate part of one patty and some fries and have regretted it the rest of the day as it keeps repeating on me. Note to self: Buy your own meat and make your own burgers on Dazzler and you’ll be much more satisfied. 

I guess the good news is that I’m full and feeling rather bloated from this meal so when we reach the store a short while later I can barely even think of food. This results in a lower grocery bill and less stuff to carry the half mile walk back to the boat. Guess maybe it wasn’t as huge of a mistake as I first thought. 

The Winds Of Change 

Back on Dazzler we note that the winds are really starting to pick up. It’s typical here in the sounds for them to start whipping up in the afternoon. They did the same yesterday but today they are hitting upwards of 30+ knots. Sure glad we’re tied to the dock! I stow our freshly bought groceries while Dan lays down for a nap. Once my chores are complete I sit down to read a book and just enjoy this blustery day. 

An hour or so later Dan wakes up and we sit and chat a while. Before we realize it, it’s 1600. The America’s Cup has started. We look to each other and discuss whether or not we really want to walk over to the hotel to watch the race. After all, the winds have brought with them some rather chilly temperatures too and at this moment we are nice and warm. 

As much as we’d like to meet up with our new friends we decide we’ll stay on board and watch a few movies. Binge watching movies is a luxury reserved for marinas as we are always doing power management when on the hook. Being at anchor means one movie a night period. The shore power in the marina means I can use the computer as long as my heart desires and I can watch movies 24/7. Yes, this afternoon we will enjoy a rare movie marathon. 

It couldn’t have been more than 15 minutes after we made the decision to stay on board that we were looking at the anemometer and saw it register 30 knots! Dan goes out to check our lines and comes back below. He no sooner grabs his iPad and sits down when he hears a noise that has him back in the companionway.

Oh My God He’s Going To Hit Us!

“What the hell is this guy doing?” he asks with intense concern in his voice. 

I jump up and stand behind him on the stairs. We see a guy in about a 45’ sailboat trying to come in and dock behind us where Lutz & Gabi had been earlier that day. The gusting winds are pushing his boat around like a rubber duck in whitewater rapids. He starts into the slip and gets pushed to the port side so he starts backing out. He gets pushed up against the piling that is the only thing separating him from the large power yacht in the slip to our port side. 

This captain clearly has no idea what he’s doing and the last thing he should be attempting in these winds is to dock. Dan and I jump off of Dazzler and get on the dock to try to help him. We’re honestly hoping he’ll beg off and wait for the gusting winds to stop as any good captain would do, but he isn’t going to do that. He’s hell bent on docking his vessel.

He starts coming back for a second try but he’s not giving it enough throttle so the wind is continuing to push him around. There’s a girl on the bow that throws a line to Dan. It’s their bow line. He wants a spring line so he can keep them from going forward and crashing into Dazzler.

When he asks for a spring line she gets the proverbial deer in the headlights look and very excitedly says, “I don’t know what that is. I have no idea what I’m doing.” I’m thinking “Oh Lord” while not even coming close to imagining how bad this is going to get in a matter of seconds.

She’s handing Dan this bow line and it’s all twisted in and around the lifelines. Dan’s trying to get it untwisted and get it on the cleat before we have a disaster on our hands. Finally he gets it, wraps the clean a couple of times and hands me the tail so it doesn’t drop in the water and foul the prop on this 45’ concrete, yes, concrete beast that is heavy as hell.

Dan runs to the stern and takes that line from the captain. This antique, double braid, overused line doesn’t look like it could hang a dead kitten let alone hold this beast of a boat to the dock.

Just as Dan gets a hold of it another big gust of wind hits and pushes the stern of this boat forward in the slip. Within seconds she is sideways….at a 90 degree angle to the dock! The only thing keeping her from crashing into Dazzler is the bow line we’ve tied to the dock and the piling that is next to the yacht on the port side of us. 

Diagram of the Incident

I run to the back of our boat where this guy’s bowsprit is less than a meter away from our stern arch. It’s swinging wildly in the wind and I’m just certain he’s going to hit us. Fortunately Dan short tied the bow line to keep that from happening but at this point I’m not aware of this. Things are happening far too fast for effective communication.

It’s about now that this inept captain decides in his infinite stupidity to put his boat in forward gear. This sends him lurching forward toward the dock. I am screaming for him to stop but he keeps coming. He crashes into a pole on the dock that is bolted into the concrete with four beefy lag bolts. Two of them literally come right up out of the concrete.

Boat of the Reckless Captain

He keeps coming forward and his bowsprit is now pointed directly at the boat across the dock and to our starboard side. It’s not even a meter away from punching a hole in this 80’ motor yacht. The bow of his boat is now just inches from crashing up and over the dock and his stern is about a meter from the boat on the port side. I’m still yelling and he’s still coming. It’s not until Dan starts yelling at him that he actually takes it out of gear.

Get Out Of The Way…You’ll Be Crushed

By this time the girl that’s on board has jumped down on the dock and is standing between their bowsprit and the yacht it is about to puncture. I’m screaming at her now to get out of the way before she gets crushed. She’s got that same deer in the headlight look going. Must be a thing with her. She moves away at the pace of molasses in the winter time. ARGHHH!!!

I’m on the Dazzler side of their bowsprit pushing on it to keep it away from our precious home but also making certain I’m not in jeopardy of being crushed to death if things start moving back my way. This girl is trying to chat with me now asking all sorts of questions. I’m ignoring her because I’m trying to listen for instructions from Dan. As far as I’m concerned he’s in charge of this situation because these people obviously have no clue what they are doing. Someone has to take charge or there’s going to be a catastrophe happen right before our eyes.

Dan is trying with all his might to pull this beast into the dock by the stern line. The skipper jumps off the bow and he’s trying to help Dan pull it in. The winds are still gusting high and fighting the two of them as they slowly inch the stern the 60+ feet around to get it parallel with the dock. I’m still holding off the bowsprit as she turns and praying Dan doesn’t end up in the water between the boat and the dock. The girl is still firing questions at me. ARGHH!!!

This gives just a small view of the aged lines and state of this yacht.

After 15 or twenty of the most intense minutes I’ve experienced to date on this adventure, we finally have this thing tied up. Dan is trying to teach the guy how to tie the lines and is giving him tips on what he should have done and should do in the future. Dan also insists that the guy put another stern line on because the one he’s using could break at any moment. He even asks him how old the line is and the guy says, “Gee, I dunno. Came with the boat.”

While the men are securing the lines the girl is telling me that she’s only been on the boat three weeks and that the skipper recently had a stroke so he’s not very good at communicating. I so wanted to tell her that his inability to communicate is the least of her concerns but alas, as I always say…”Not my monkey…not my circus.”

Just by looking at the boat you can see it is tired and needs a ton of work. She tells me the teak deck is leaking everywhere and water comes into their bunk when it rains. By this time I’m thinking to myself that she needs to run….not walk…as fast as she can to the nearest airport and fly back to a Canada where she came from but again….not my monkey or circus.

Make That An Extra Stiff Drink Please

Once we feel relatively confident that their boat is going to stay put we go back below on Dazzler and I make a very stiff cocktail while we discuss how close we came to losing her. There’s no question that if we had gone to the pub and not been here to help this incompetent captain we would have come home to a complete catastrophe. 

At the bare minimum he would have ripped off our stern seat and possibly the entire arch with our solar panels, wind generator and all the wiring that’s inside. At worst he could have put a hole in the hull and sunk her in the slip. I still get sick to my stomach just thinking about it! There’s no telling how much damage he’d have done to the yachts on either side of us as well. It would easily have been a million dollars or more in damages by the time he finally stopped moving his concrete beast. And the worst part is he’d have done more damage to all of the other boats than he did to his own.

It was not until we got back on Dazzler that we realized we’ve met this guy before. He was on our same dock in Whangerie for a bit last summer. He had just purchased this boat and from all of the questions he was asking it was clear then that he didn’t know anything about boats. 

Here we are in a marina where we should always be able to sleep soundly yet neither of us will sleep well tonight as the winds are still howling and we’ve no confidence in this man’s abilities. Just the poor quality of his lines gives us reason to pause as we are locked in place like caged calves waiting to become the next veal dinner. 

The added acid in the pudding is that we are leaving here tomorrow and this guy will have to move for us to get out in the morning. This literally terrifies me! The marina is very busy with water taxis and sightseeing boats. That doesn’t leave a lot of room to maneuver if you don’t know how to control your boat,..especially one made of concrete that’s 45’ long. If it’s windy it could be a nightmare of epic proportions. Suddenly I’m beginning to regret telling Dan I wanted to stay here an extra day.

Tonight Dan will sleep around the table to be certain he hears even the slightest noise that could indicate there is a problem. As I lay my head down I will be thanking God that the only damage was to some post on the dock and that no one was hurt. We both will sleep fully clothed and ready to jump on the dock and protect our dear Dazzler from the man on the concrete wrecking ball. 

Until next time,

Jilly