The Last Chapter

Christmas is upon us and 2023 is coming to an end. Each December we get lost in the hustle and bustle of the holidays, then suddenly it's January of a new year. December is the last chapter, the epilogue.

We wrap up the previous twelve months with holiday festivities, spend more money than we planned and stress about that more than we hoped. But, somehow, in all the chaos, we begin to plan for the new year to be better than the last. As we turn the final page of 2023 we resolve to let go of what has passed and engage in what is to come, optimistic and excited to begin painting our clean slate. Somehow, the first chapter is filled hope.

Happy New Year 2024

Remembering Avery May

On Thanksgiving, we decorate our Christmas tree with lights then hang sailboats and lighthouses, mini cross-stitch projects and special trinkets that we collected over the years. We have one handmade ornament that has hung on our tree each year since 2019. It was made from salt dough cut into a butterfly shape then stamped in pink and purple pastel. On the back it reads: Avery May 2019

I made several of these delicate ornaments after our beautiful great-niece, Avery May Silva, passed away at two years and four months of age. She was born with Epidermolysis Bullosa, a rare and deadly genetic skin disease with no cure. Children born with this disease are referred to as Butterfly Babies because their skin is as fragile as the wings of a butterfly. Avery’s short life was difficult, but she was surrounded by love and she is missed tremendously.

The holidays can be heart-wrenching for anyone who has lost a loved one. We try to find ways to include those we’ve loved and lost into our celebrations. Sometimes their memory brings us warm fuzzies, and other times they make us cry. Our tears are the price of having loved and been loved by someone special. 

We think of Avery often throughout the year. She was a special little girl who lived her life as large as she could. We will never forget her gorgeous big blue eyes, her courage and the sound of her squeals of laughter. Somehow, in spite of her condition, Avery found and shared joy!

Happy Holidays in Heaven sweet baby girl!

The Season of Planning

Once our boat is out of the water and wrapped up under her cover for the winter, we begin the season of planning. Midwest winters are long and cold! There is plenty of time to think about launching in the spring and the adventures that will unfold next cruising season. Planning makes our dreams seem tangible.

We were blessed with a visit from our sailing friends Dan and Nena Mooney in October. We spent a lot of time with them this summer; our two boats moving together along the panhandle of Green Bay. We had a great time buddy boating together, even on the days spent navigating side rollers and foul weather. We are planning a six week trip to the Georgian Bay next year.

Dan and Nena drove up from Oklahoma, making a detour to Minnesota before moving on to their destination in Egg Harbor, Door County. The weekend before their arrival was unseasonably warm but the day before their visit the temperature dropped and a big wind knocked down many of our leaves. This changed our world from beautiful fall colors to barren winter. In spite of the chill in the air, we spent a lot of time hiking with them during their stay. We visited the Taylor's Falls pot holes and the Franconia Sculpture Garden. We hiked in William O'Brien and Afton State Parks. We spent a morning at Como Zoo in the warm and tropical rain forest. We put in a lot of miles in three days but our greatest accomplishment was confirming our accommodations for a spring Rim to Rim hike of the Grand Canyon. This has been on our list of adventures for some time. The Mooney's have agreed to join us.

Hiking Taylors Falls 

View at O'Brien State Park

Fall Colors at O'Brien State Park

The fire tower at Franconia Sculpture Park

Dan and Nena at the top

Como Zoo Turtle

Como Zoo Tortoise

Como Zoo Sloth Chloe

Dan & Nena Afton State Park

Sailors in the off season hiking Afton State Park

Dave & Dan checking out the weather conditions

Dave and I have been trying to plan this hike for some time but have never quite firmed up the details required to make it happen. Once Dan and Nena showed an interest in joining us, the plans came together in one morning. We are not new to long hikes. Dave and I have run 13 marathons and have done a lot of day hiking throughout our travels in the US. Dan has hiked portions of the Appalachian Trail and Nena hiked the Camino Trail in Spain. I don't think stamina will be an issue. For me, it will be the heights. My greatest fear is the narrow trails with massive drops only feet away. Nena thinks that the south Bright Angel Trail out of the canyon may be more challenging than the short segments of drop offs. We both know that each section of the Rim to Rim hike will challenge us in it's own way, kind of like sailing does. Nena reminds me that we won't face anything alone. We've got each others back just like we did while cruising.

Wrapping Up Summer 2023

It's late September and we are preparing Mystic for winter haul out. The weather has been warm, giving us a taste of Indian Summer and making our last few days at the dock pleasant. The rain that we've missed for months is making up for lost time and waking up the flora that has been dry and brown all summer. Life at Nestegg is becoming more and more quiet. Folks only stop by on the weekends. Saturday night bon fires with our Stephenson Island dock mates are a common thing; as we hang onto summer as long as we can. 

Beth and Dave
Photo by Ric Mellon

Sharing Sailing Stories
Photo by Ric Mellon

Each time we visit, we empty more and more from Mystic's lockers and drawers. Our scheduled haul out date was on September 28th but we ended up coming out of the water on the 27th. As Mystic was raised high in the hoist we watched as the operator pitched her bow forward placing her in a dive-like position. Our hearts missed a beat at the sight of it. We'd never seen her slip into the cradle quite like that before. It was unnerving until her stern gently lowered back to level.

Mystic in dive position 

Balanced on her cradle

Winter storage line up

Once Mystic was settled on her cradle and lined up in the row of sailboats already on the hard, we gathered our kayaks and paddles and carried them home along with another truckload of gear. We will return one last time to wrap her up in her winter cover. It's a bittersweet time of year for us. We'll miss life living aboard our Alberg 35 on the Menomonee River but will fill the long winter months with planning for next year's adventures.

We returned to Nestegg early in October under stormy skies that chased us and teased us with scattered showers for the entire 5 hour trip. We found Mystic tucked between two larger boats that seem to be protecting her under their wings. It was far too windy to start installing the cover. Tired and hungry, we went to Brothers Three for their Friday fish dinner, our last one of the season.

The temp dropped dramatically into the 40's overnight but we have small electric heaters and a heating blanket that make overnight stays bearable. The winds were still howling in the morning. Reluctantly, we started the process of installing the cover in spite of how difficult we knew it would be. I stayed on deck and added each of the three cover segments while Dave tied temporary lines so the whole thing didn't soar off to Kansas! Each year, things go more smoothly for us. This year was no exception although it did take us longer than usual. After a day of hard labor we had the cover secured neatly except for the aft section which is designed as a back door entry for us to come and go from. Exhausted, we grabbed a pizza at Ellie's then headed off to bed early. Someone had a roaring fire going on Stephenson Island but we retired for the night.

Sunday morning we woke to a chilly 55 degree cabin. The outside temp was in the 30's. We had packed the coffee pot so we quickly dressed and went to grab a cup of coffee then took a ride around Marinette/Menomonee with the heat and the seat warmers set on high. Dave noticed a cargo ship coming in off the bay, led by and followed by tugs. We drove over the Ogden Street Bridge and parked at Menekaunee Park then hustled to the bridge to watch the Pacific Fortitude be escorted up the river and through the bridge. At 139 meters long with a 20 foot draft, Pacific Fortitude is a big girl. She is taller than the deck of the Ogden Street Bascule Bridge in the open position. Traffic was stopped for about 20 minutes. It was a treat to observe this miracle of navigation.

It took another couple hours to get all our bedding and last minute gear off of the boat. Dave tied the aft section while I shoved our gear in every little corner of our small car. She was all wrapped up by 10:00 am. It's always sad to walk away from her; withdrawal kicks in immediately!

Under the cover and out of the wind

Sailboat Row

Beth inspecting our hard work

Ready for winter

Sister Bay Door County Wisconsin

July 30, 2023

Mystic was docked in the reserved loading bay for the Rock Island ferry so we had to leave before the first arrival at 9:15. We motored out and around Washington Island into the calm of Schoolhouse Bay to prepare our boats for a day of sailing. As we set our sails, the fishing boat that we helped the night before passed us, honked and waved hello! We were able to sail from Schoolhouse Bay to the big bay but the wind was on our nose once we turned south, so we furled our jib and dropped our main then continued under engine power. 

Fishing Boat Friends in Schoolhouse Bay
Boyer Bluffs Door County

The big sailboat we met at Fayette had left Rock Island, caught us and passed us by at Gills Rock. We slipped into the Sister Bay harbor from the north, through a channel lined by shallows, with Shoo Fly following close behind. We entered the Sister Bay Marina breakwater and took a left down the first row of boats. We were directed to slip #37 between two massive power boats that dwarfed our Alberg 35. Shoo Fly was a few slips away in #34, also tucked between much larger power boats.

Shoo Fly at Sister Bay

Shoo Fly reflection in the hull of BIG boat

Mystic and Shoo Fly between big boats

Mystic at Sister Bay

After checking in at the marina office we walked to Stabbur Beer Garden. We shared a fabulous turkey and brie sandwich, washed down with a cold Door County brew. Dan and Nena's daughter, Christine, grandsons Elijah and Emmit, and granddaughter Kristin joined us. We met Elijah when he spent a week visiting Dan and Nena aboard Shoo Fly at Nestegg Marine. We enjoyed meeting more of the Mooney family. The Stabbur is part of Al Johnson's restaurant, a very popular Sister Bay eatery. The roof of Al Johnson's is covered with a grass lawn. In the summer months, goats keep the roof in check by eating the grass. At times, mowing and raking is required. 

Goats on Al Johnson's roof

Mowing and raking grass
on Al Johnson's roof

Sister Bay reminded us of Key West. At sunset, everyone gathered to participate in the setting of the sun, staying until it dropped below the horizon. It was a sacred experience with a beautiful, pink and orange sky. Once the sun disappeared, folks drifted away, we returned to our boats and the marina quieted down quickly. 

In the morning, we were up early and set off on a dock walk. There was a sailboat nearby with young children aboard. A little boy about five years old got in the bosun chair. His dad slowly hoisted him to the top of the mast while he giggled and begged to go higher. His brother raced up and down the pier on a bicycle. Each child was trying to capture their parent's attention. 

Tiny Sailor climbing mast

Checkout was at 11:00 and everyone on our dock was departing at the same time. We backed out of our slip, with Mystic pulling to the port side like she always does, which placed us pointing in the wrong direction. Dave swung Mystic around and made a tight 180, with just enough room to spare. As we passed by a group of men aboard a power boat, they cheered and yelled, "Nice work Captain!". Later, we learned that Dan had backed out of his slip only to find a power boat had snuck up behind him, blocking his route out. He waved the boat back and made a close cut to squeeze out of a cluster of docked boats. The guys that cheered for us also cheered for Dan. They must look forward to departure time to watch how each captain escapes the marina.

We left the harbor slowly so Shoo Fly could catch up. One of our dock neighbors in a big power boat came out behind us and blew past, throwing a huge wake. They waved a friendly goodbye, clueless that the wake would make us rock violently. This is an annoyance that happens often to sailboaters.

We planned to spend the night at Chamber's Island but the wind was not favorable for anchoring so we decided to return to our home port. We motored along, two boats, in tandem, past the Strawberry Islands, and the southeast shoal of Chambers Island. We pointed our bows toward the Marinette Lighthouse, making the run across Green Bay like two racehorses heading home for dinner.

Shoo Fly running alongside Mystic