Unexpected short break

In Phoenix, about the only outdoor condition of interest is the temperature.  As in “How hot will it be this week?”  For us big weenies, the arctic snow and rain hitting Tuesday and Wednesday promised misery but we figured the sunshine predicted for Thursday and Friday would provide a good window for moving up to The Yards from Deltaville.  We cooked in the galley, hung out with the dogs, and slept very well our first night on Misty Pearl.

Cold and wet are conditions that suck but generally won’t keep a boat from traveling.  Wind, however, is a deal breaker.  A 7-knot trawler heading into a 25-knot wind won’t get very far.   River current compounds the problem.  The bottom line is that we simply can’t move until the next predicted storms pass and spring arrives.

We will fly up to Rhode Island this weekend, likely to find that the Georgetown series with Providence is snowed out.  Hopefully we can spend some time with Mallory.  Shannon has been in Nicaragua on a spring-break service trip but will be joining us over Easter.

While going through Misty Pearl this week we found a few more service items for ZMI to address before we return on April 1.    If conditions improve we can move to Colonial Beach and then up to our slip in DC just in time for baseball season.  We recently learned that our marina is a favorite for Washington Nationals fans since the ballpark is a short nine-iron shot away.  The harbormaster assures us that the hoopla on game days ends at a reasonable hour.  However, we serously doubt that his definition of a reasonable bedtime is the same as ours.


So we are not really bloggers, but then we are not really ready to become homeless either.  In any event this website hopefully will help anybody interested to stay somewhat current on our travels and travails.  If you want to know more about us, you can read the “About Us” page.  Duh.  The “Follow” button apparently will get our updates delivered to your email in-box.  These updates may range from a sentence or two to Doug’s awesome drone videos or Dana’s even more awesome photos of sunsets and sunrises and landscapes and seascapes and wildlife.  And if we don’t make it back from the high seas–and by high seas we mean shallow waters near sheltered marinas–at least our electronic diary will allow future generations to marvel at our stupidity.




After all of the fluid samples came back and we cleaned up a few details, we finalized the deal and closed on November 7.   Misty Pearl is ours!  Very exciting and scary times for a family of desert dwellers.

Buying a boat is a tad more complicated than buying a car.  For example, obtaining the required Coast Guard documentation–at least in our case–required hiring yet another expert.  We now have that wrangled.  Getting insurance also was tricky but that is done as well.

If Google Earth was up-to-the-minute current, Misty Pearl would be in this photo of Zimmerman Marine’s Mathews Shipyard:


This is where she will sit until she is delivered up the Potomac to DC in March.  Our plan right now is to moor at The Yards Marina, which is less than 5 nautical miles from Georgetown.

Survey, Sea Trial, and Bombing

We headed back to Virginia for the Misty Pearl inspection.   Flew into Norfolk and stayed in Williamsburg.  On Thursday morning we drove the hour to Mathews, passing by the tiny hamlet of Gloucester.  Nothing special about Gloucester on the way in.

The night before the survey, Zimmerman hauled out.  That way the hull could be inspected dry.

Misty Pearl

The Cummins mechanical surveyor spent the day analyzing all of the mechanical systems, and the marine surveyor went through everything else.  For the sea trial we went out into the bay, where the nearly ski-able glassy water provided almost nothing to tell us how she handles in what old salts apparently call “snotty weather.”


Dana’s piloting skills were not at all tested.  However, I was able to get a good sense of how I hope to spend a lot of time.


We won’t know for sure until the test results from the fluid samples come back, but everything looks really good.

On the way back to Williamsburg after a very tiring day, we stopped off at Oasis Used Books, the very cool store–in Gloucester–owned by the very cool guy who is selling us the boat.  On the hour drive back, we were exhausted but starving so Dana searched for a place to eat.  The plan was to pop in, eat, and go to the hotel to sleep.  After all, we woke up at about 3 am Arizona time.

Berret’s Seafood Restaurant and Taphouse “has been voted by locals as ‘Best in Williamsburg’ for over 10 years.”  When we pulled into the parking lot so we could judge Berret’s for ourselves, a fire truck, ambulance, and police car were arriving as well.  We parked a few spots away and went in.  The food indeed was delicious, although we barely could stay awake.

When we went outside to get the car, however, we found the parking lot crawling with police from seemingly every jurisdiction in the state.  Quite rudely, we thought, they had encircled the lot with crime tape and were guarding things rather aggressively.  Dana convinced a policeman to retrieve her iPad, but we couldn’t get to the suitcase that held all my clothes.  (My plan to take everything so that I could change with the temperatures proved unwise).

Dana talked to a woman who had pulled in a few spots away from where we parked, who said that as she and her daughter parked, the ground just in front of them exploded.  Speculation amongst those of us without vehicle access was all over the board, but since nobody would tell us anything we concluded we should just head to the Fat Canary and wait it out.  (While there we met some delightful people, including folks from New Jersey who know a girl who will be Mallory’s teammate next year.)

Periodically someone would confirm that the lot still was locked down, so we waited.  And waited.  About four hours in, we went out for ourselves.  By now FBI and ATF agents were swarming and no end was in sight.  So we called an Uber and went to bed.

Friday morning the news confirmed that in fact a bomb had exploded in the parking lot.   Our rental car remained impounded.


Fortunately, Dana’s smooth talking convinced the FBI agent in this news photograph to process our car.  Also fortunately, we had nothing to do with the bomb, so after collecting Dana’s information he drove it under the tape for us.

When we landed in Phoenix, we learned that a 30-year-old white guy had been charged with an act of terrorism, among other things.  They arrested him at his home in Gloucester.

The start of it all

It began on a Sunday in 2015, when Dana read an article in the Arizona Republic.   The story was a travelogue of sorts about something called America’s Great Loop.  Around 100 boats of various shapes and sizes complete a counterclockwise loop cruise of roughly 6000 miles each year, with points along the way including the east coast, the Hudson River, New York or Canadian canals, the Great Lakes, the Mississippi River, the Tennessee River, the Gulf of Mexico, and the Florida peninsula.

Loop map
America’s Great Loop

We had never heard of such a thing, but were smitten.

With Shannon still in high school, we knew implementing the cruising idea would have to wait a bit, but that gave us time to research and analyze.  Work or don’t work?  Keep the house or sell the house?  What about holidays, and friends, and Benny and Oscar (the dogs), and storing our stuff, and traveling to see Mallory in DC and Shannon in St. Petersburg, and about a zillion other things.  Basically we decided what the hell, let’s just do it and figure things out as we go.

The first step for us as newbies was to join the America’s Great Loop Cruisers’ Association.   Of course there is an America’s Great Loop Cruisers’ Association, because why not?  As it turns out, the only thing Loopers absolutely must have is some sort of vessel.  In theory that could be a jet ski or a canoe but the nights and bad weather might take a toll.  The only real restrictions are bridge clearance and draft, although we also concluded that if we are going to live aboard for a year or more, we need a few amenities.  Like room for the girls and friends.  And room for the dogs.  And an engine.  And beds.  And a shower.   And a galley.  And an anchor.  And air conditioning.  And a TV.  And a washer and dryer.  Actually the list is pretty long, because we aren’t really the types to enjoy being miserable.

One might think finding a boat would be pretty easy.  Just look on Boat Trader or its equivalent, right?  One would be wrong.  At least for us, it took quite a while and a lot of looking.  Ultimately it took professional help, which we probably need in more ways than one.   We saw boats in Washington, Maine, Florida, Maryland, Virginia, and Tennessee.  We went to in-water boat shows.  New boats are awesome but way too expensive, so we narrowed the search to well-built trawlers around 10-20 years old.  Full displacement trawlers are fat and slow, but fuel efficient and comfortable.   I’m fat and slow and we wanted something comfortable, so that seemed like a good fit.

We also attended seminars on a variety of topics ranging from the Intracoastal Waterway to Dinghy Etiquette.  Mostly we learned just how much of this subculture is foreign to us.  This is an animal completely different than the ski boats and houseboats with which we feel comfortable.

Today we signed a contract to become the fourth owners of Misty Pearl.

Misty pearl 2
Misty Pearl

Misty Pearl is a 2002 Selene 43 trawler.  Apparently people who rename boats are almost guaranteed to experience nothing but catastrophe, so Misty Pearl she will remain.  Plus, friends from the early Phoenix days fondly will recall adventures on Freshwater Pearl (another boat whose name we inherited) so there is a touch of symmetry.  Dana also had a grandmother Pearl.

We will christen the dinghy Mini Pearl–which we think is quite clever–although the name seems to generate blank stares from anyone born after about 1970.

Mini Pearl
Mini Pearl

The plan currently is to have some upgrades done at Zimmerman Marine’s shipyard on Mobjack Bay in Virginia, while Misty Pearl is stored for the winter.  When the icebergs in the Chesapeake thaw next spring, we hope to move aboard and use the DC area as a base for pestering Mallory.  Anyone want to buy a house in Scottsdale next April?  From there we will head north after the softball season ends.  We will determine our summer course based on what the girls are doing.  We should hit the river system sometime in the fall, with a side trip to Knoxville to watch the once-mighty Volunteers.  Then on to Florida so Shannon can have her turn enduring us during the winter.  Of course, we also may change this up completely.

The next step will be the survey and sea trial in mid-October.   Updates on those will follow.